ye alag baat ki KHaamosh khade rahte hain phir bhi jo log bade hain vo bade rahte hain

tumhein ham bhi sataane par utar aayen to kya hogaa tumhaara dil dukhaane par utar aayen to kya hogaa ha men badnaam karte phir rahe ho apni mehfil men agar ham sach bataane par utar aayen to kya hogaa

koi shahar tha jiski ek gali meri har aahat pahchaanti thii mere naam ka ik darwaaza tha ik khidki mujh...ko jaanti thii

bharam rakha hai tere hijr ka varna kya hota hai main rone pe aa jaaun to jharna kya hota hai meraa chhodo main nain thakta meraa kaam yahii hai lekin tumne itne pyaar ka karna kya hota hai

koi itnaa pyaara kaise ho saka hai phir saare ka saara kaise ho saka hai tujhse jab milkar bhi udaasi kam nahin hoti tere baghair guzaara kaise ho saka hai

tha ik shaKHs vo jo ki qaateel tha meraa mire dard-e-dil ki shifaa jaanta tha

milne aa.e ya na aa.e mere KHvaabon men tu tere tasavvur ko main KHvaab banaa leta hooñ tere jaane ka gham to hai magar itnaa nahin teri tasveer se ab kaam chala leta hooñ

jurm kiska kiske sar ilzaam aaya aaj roya jaake tab aaraam aaya ho rahi thii jang uske naam par aur vo hi mere dushmanon ke kaam aaya

tumhein naaz hai husn par to suno tum mujhe bhi judaai ka ab dar na hota

mere KHvaab nahin poore hote haan neend se main ab dartaa hooñ teri yaad agar aa jaa.e to tasveer se baatein karta hooñ