my diary

waade per wo eetbaar nahi kerte,
hum jikr mohobaat sre bazaar nahi kerte,
darta hai dil unki ruswahi se,
or wo sochte hai ham unse pyar nahi kerte.

iss dil ko kisi ki aahat ki aas rehti hai,
nigah ko kisi surat ki pyas rehti hai,
tere bina zindagi me koi kaami to nahi,
fir bhi tere bina zindagi udas rehti hai.

kitna duur nikal gaye rishte nibhate nibhate,
khud ko kho diya humne aapno ko paate paate,
log kehte hai dard hai mere dil main,
or hum thak gaye muskurate muskurate...

roj ye dil beqarar hota hai,
kaash ke tum bhi samajh sakte,
ki,
chup rehne waalo ko bhi pyar hota hai.