Hasrat

Hasrat us lakeer ki manend hai
Jo sihayi ke beghair veeraan rehty hai....
Per har pal, har khwaab sisakty rehty hai....
Phir ek din koi uska khaaka bun jata hai..
Aur yun hasrat ko apni taabeer mil jaty hai..

Hasrat ki soch uski taabeer pe ruk si jaty hai..
Shayed wo is gumaan mein hai ke 
Faqt ek khwaab uski aazmaish ka sahara hai...
Aur hasrat is etemaad ko
Apney pallu baandh ke so jaty hai..

Per aj..
Janey kyun...

Janey kyun us khaakey ki siyahi madham ho gayi hai...
Janey kyun..

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Kuch is qadar bekhabar thi khwabeeda nazam
Ke rakht-e-safar se afsos, na-aashna reh gayi