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A SLICE OF LIFE (V)


Inkisaar Khwahishen


Mukhtasar si mulaqaaton mein, 
judhey un lamhon ke daaman mein

teri muskurati hansi ke,
tere nazuk labon ke,
teri shoakh adaon ke,
tujhse mahekti hawaon ke,
tujhse roshan jahan ke,
tere bebak alfaz ke,
teri nasamajh imdadon ke,
tere bachkaane sawalon ke,
teri khamosh mohabbat ke,
tere gupchup ishaaron ke,
sunehre se pal wo,
ki thaamu machalti, chulbuli si hulchul ko
jawan jisme ishq ho, aisi tarang ko ,
main laakar tere , aashiyane mein bhar doon
Bas tujhsey teri, ek wafa ki khaatir,
Tere hathon ko main, apne haathon mein le loon,

Na maane gar tu, meri pakeeza iltijah ko,
Apne bosey se chahat, tere maathe pe likh doon 

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  1. Unknown27 May 2018 at 06:46

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  2. Khushi28 May 2018 at 04:21

    Are gazab... kya khoob khela alfaazo se hasan sahab....

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  3. academician20212 June 2018 at 11:05

    Nihayat khoobsoorat lines...Hasan ..you are really an asset........badte raho mere bhai....

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  4. Jisha Viswanathan28 June 2018 at 02:40

    Bahaut khoobsurat...

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  5. thepaininpen29 November 2018 at 02:45

    Jazakallah kya khoobsurti andaaz me likha hai wah wah

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