Woh Itna Haseen Honge Aaye Mere Doston
Woh Itna Haseen Honge Aaye Mere Doston
Dil Ko us Baat Ka Yakeen Aata Nhi,
Ab To Unko Paane Ki Chahat Ho Gyi,
Unke Bina Ab Kuch Bata Nhi…
Woh Itna Haseen Honge Aaye Mere Doston
Dil Ko us Baat Ka Yakeen Aata Nhi,
Ab To Unko Paane Ki Chahat Ho Gyi,
Unke Bina Ab Kuch Bata Nhi…
khwab ke tarah bikhar jane ko jee chahata hai
aisi tanhai ki mar jane ko jee chahata hai
ghar ke vahshat se larazata hun magar jane kyon
sham hoti hai to ghar jane ko jee chahata hai
dub jaun to koi mauj nishan tak na bataye
aisi nadi mein utar jane ko jee chahata hai
kabhi mil jaye to raste ke thakan jag pade
aisi manzil se guzar jane ko jee chahata hai
wohi paiman jo kabhi jee ko khush aaya tha bahut
usi paiman se mukar jane ko jee chahata hai
Poet of the Poem / Ghazal or Nazam :Iftikhar Arif
madine ko jayen jee chahata hai
muqaddar banayen jee chahata hai
madine ke aaka do aalam ke maula
tere pas aayen jee chahata hai
jahan donon aalam hain mahar-e-tamanna
vahan sar jhukayen jee chahata hai
muhammad ke baten muhammed ke sirat
sune aur sunayen jee chahata hai
Poet of the Poem / Ghazal or Nazam :Poet Unknown
jis tarah ke hain ye divaren ye dar jaisa bhi hai
sar chipane ko mayassar to hai ghar jaisa bhi hai
us ko mujh se mujh ko us se nisbaten hain beshumar
meri chahat ka hai mahavar ye nagar jaisa bhi hai
chal pada hun shauq-e-beparvah ko murshad man kar
rasta purpech hai ya purkhatar jaisa bhi hai
sab gavara hai thakan sari dukhan sari chubhan
ek khushbu ke liye hai ye safar jaisa bhi hai
wo to hai makhsus ik teri mohabbat ke liye
tera ‘anwar’ bahunar ya behunar jaisa bhi hai
Poet of the Poem / Ghazal or Nazam :Anwar Masood
jivan kya hai chalata phirta ek khilona hai
do aankhon mein ek se hansana ek se rona hai
jo jee chahe wo mil jaye kab aisa hota hai
har jivan jivan jine ka samajhauta hai
ab tak jo hota aaya hai wo hi hona hai
raat andheri bhor suhani yahi zamana hai
har chadar mein dukh ka tana sukha ka bana hai
aati sans ko pana jati sans ko khona hai
Poet of the Poem / Ghazal or Nazam :Nida Fazli
chand sitaron se kya puchun kab din mere phirate hain
wo to bechare khud hain bhikari dere dere phirate hain
jin galiyon mai hum ne sukh ke sej pe raten kati thin
un galiyon mai vyakul hokar sanjh savere phirate hain
rup-sarup ke jot jagana is nagari mai jokhim hai
charon khunt bagule ban kar ghor andhere phirate hain
jin ke sham-badan saye mai mera man sustaya tha
ab tak aankhon ke aage wo bal ghanere phirate hain
koi hamen bhi ye samajha do un par dil kyon rijh gaya
tikhi chitavan banki chab vale bahutere phirate hain
is nagari mai bag aur ban ke yaro lila nyari hai
panchi apne sar pe uthakar apne basere phirate hain
log to daman si lete hain jaise ho jee lete hain
‘abid’ hum divane hain jo bal bikhere phirate hain
Poet of the poem/ghazal or nazam : Abid Ali Abid
Tu Itni Khoobsurat Hai Kaise Bayaan Karoon
Dil Yahi Chahata Hai Ki Bas Dekhta Rahoon
Kitni Phursat Se Banaya Hoga Rabb Tujh Ko
Shayad Teri Soorat Pyaar Aa Gaya Hoga Usko