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Rabab baj rahi thi kahi, jaha khuda bhi naach raha tha,
Phir na jaane kaunsi yaad-e-dard baraat leke agayi.

Naghma jo lehrake aayi, banke sur-e-shahen shah,
Wo sur jo nafs se mile, to khud dard banke beh gayi.

Aye mere jaan-o-dil, jamal-e-mah suna teri nazm-e-kamal,
Hum to ro rahe hain, jab se teri lafzon, aasu ban ke beh gayi.

Andaaz mat pucho koi, apna batane layak nahi rahi,
Khair agar puch hi liya hai, to kya batayen, koi andaz hi nahi rahi.

Bata to denge hum, par koi kyun sunega,
Khair agar sun hi liya hai, to sun ke bhi kya samjhega.

Baatein to bohot hain, gar koi sunna chahe to,Par kaun sunne ke liye baitha rahe?
Khair agar baith hi gaya **, to ek be-kafan lash ka,Nazm-e-ashk bhi sun ke jao.

Ro to nahi rahe the hum, wo kam to apna lafz kar raha tha,
Achanak wo rabab yaad agayi, jis pe khuda nach raha tha.

Hum to baithe the, ab khare ** gaye,
Na jaane apna rone ki awaaz, us mehfil ko kharab na karde.

Ab mai chal raha hoon, kahi aur jaa raha hoon,
Kidhar jaa raha hoon, utna nahi pata,
Bas rabab se dur chala jaun,
Nayi mehfil sajane, udhar firse nazm-e-ashk bhi suna na hai.
Juwayriya Sep 2021
Dard bhi kya sikandar hai.
Is ko na kisi ki fikar, na dar hai.
Jab yeh aata hai toh sab bhula deta hai.
Jo fateh karle toh kya ummeed kya khwahish hai.
Bas dard hi dard hai.
Dard se bachna hai.

Khushiyaan aati hai toh kisi na kisi dar ke saath.
Chhin jaane ka dar,
Nazar lag jaane ka dar,
Zyaada khush ** liye toh phir baad mein rone ka dar.

Lekin dard ko kis cheez ka dar?
Jis ka dar tha jab wohi aakar hum se lipat jaaye,
toh phir kis baat ka dar?

Kitni ajeeb baat hai,
aur yeh kaisa mazedaar rishta hai dard aur khushiyon ka.
Khushiyaan dard ka veham lekar aati hai,
toh dard ki inteha ek dhundla sa daawa khushiyon ka.

Lagta toh har kisi ko yahi hai, ke ab is dard se azaadi na mumkin hai.
Magar dard hi toh azaadi hai.
Yeh khaathma nahin.
Yeh toh khaatme ki shakal mein shuruwaat hai
----- ek nayi khushi ki, ek nayi tumhari.
Akta Agarwal Apr 2021
Dard ko bya karu kese
Dard to muskhurahat m v h
Kuch chuphi chahat m v h
Mohobbat k kuch alfaz v h dard
Aankhon S jhalakti barsaat v h dard
Wo tute khwab v h dard
Wo bunte aash v h dard
Aurat ki dabi hue awaaz v h dard
Dard zindagi ka ek sundar hissa h
Jo hme khushiyon ki talash tk le jata h
dard hi to wo sabdh h
Jo khushiyon S hmari pehechan krwata h
Bin dard k khushiyon k maaene kha h
Dard to wo gulab k fhul ke kaatein sa h
Jo fhul ko or khubsurat bnata h
Dard hme khudh dard S larna sikhata h
Dard khubsurat v hota h
Mayank Garg Jun 2020
-Dil mein dard bahut hain
-Bayan nahi kar sakta

-Dil mein dard bahut hain
-Bayan nahi kar sakta
-Bas sabke saamne khush rehkar
-Akele mein hi ro sakta
venkatesh anand Sep 2018
Ye gam unka dia hua tohfa hai
Jo hum apne ankhon se ansk bahaye firte hain
Ye gam unka dia hua tohfa hai
Jo hum apne dil me chupaaye rkhte hain
Ye gam unka dia hua tohfa hai
Jo hum khud ko unki bewafai ki aag me jalaye rhte hain
Ye gam unka dia hua tohfa hai
Jo hum khud ko baarish me bheegaye firte hain
Ye gam unka dia hua tohfa hai
Jo hum khud ko iss begaani duniya me lootaye firte hain
Ted Rufflepuff Mar 2015
Darr lagta hai, ki Kahi Tumhe kho na de hum,
Shabdo Mein byaan Nahi kara ja sakta Yeh pyaar,
Aasuyo Mein behaya hua dukh,
Hasi Mein chupaya hua dard,
Zubaan par aane se darta hai, ki kahi tumhe kho na de hum.

Anjaani raaton mein jab mile tum, Toh Aisa laga,
Sansaar mil gaya, par yeh dil hai ki maanta Nahi,
Nikamma banakar dukh deta raha,
Kyunki darr hai tumhe kho na de hum.

Iss aakaash ke soonepan se tanha hai Yeh Dil,
Ki kabhi tumse duuriya na badh jaaye,
Jag ne cheena mujhse, Mujhe ** bhi laga pyaara,
Hoontho se chuloo tum, Mera geet Amar kar lo.

Na ruthne ka dava kiya tha, par wafa Toh Hona hi tha,
Kya hua tera vaada, voh Kasam, voh irada,
Voh kehne vaale, Mujhe 'fareebi' , Kon farebi hai Yeh bata,
Voh jisme gam liya pyaar ke khatir, Ya jisne pyaar ko bech diya?

Shama chahte hai, kyunki darr se darr te hai.
Few lines are used by an indian singer.
cosmic poet Apr 2014
i'll spend forever
picking at threads on my sweater
and listening to the wolves howl to my wild side
soon the threads will unravel
and ill be free to embrace corruption
a corrupted soul is better that the light and weary

— The End —