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

vo mujh ko chhod ke jis aadmi ke paas gaya baraabari ka bhi hota to sabr aa jaata

main choomta hooñ to vo haath kheench leta hai use pata hai ye seedhi kahaan pe jaani hai

mere aañsu nahin tham rahe ki vo mujhse juda ho gaya aur tum kah rahe ho ki chhodo ab aisa bhi kya ho gaya may-kadon men meri lainein padhte firte hain log maine jo kuchh bhi pee kar kaha falsafa ho gaya

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

sabr aane kii der hai varna tu bhi dil se utar hi jaayega

dil meraa loot ke kahte hain vo bhole pan se haal kyuuñ apna deewano sa banaa rakkha hai

tere mere milan ka KHvaab naazuk aaine sa hai lage awaaz ka patthar to sapna toot jaata hai

kaisi ab saalgirah kaisi badhaai logon vo jo bichhda to meri umr ghatta dii usne

ye ashk-o-dard ye sabr-o-qaraar kho dooñga main tere hijr ki lazzat bhi yaar kho dooñga rahe ye sabr salaamat mujhe to dar ye hai main tujhko pa ke teraa intizaar kho dooñga