“Khoon fir Khoon hai…”  

 

Zulm phir zulm hai badhta hai to mit jata hai

Khoon phir Khoon hai Tapkega to jam jaega

Khak-e-sahra pe jame ya kaf-e-qatil pe jame

Farq-e-insaf pe ya pa-e-salasil pe jame

Tegh-e-be-dad pe ya lasha-e-bismil pe jame

Khoon phir Khoon hai Tapkega to jam jaega

Lakh baithe koi chhup-chhup ke kamin-gahon mein

Khoon Khud deta hai jalladon ke maskan ka suragh

Sazishen lakh udati rahin zulmat ki naqab

Le ke har bund nikalti hai hatheli pe charagh

Zulm ki qismat-e-nakara-o-ruswa se kaho

Jabr ki hikmat-e-parkar ke ima se kaho

Mahmil-e-majlis-e-aqwam ki laila se kaho

Khoon diwana hai daman pe lapak sakta hai

Shoala-e-tund hai khirman pe lapak sakta hai

Tum ne jis Khoon ko maqtal mein dabana chaha

Aaj wo kucha o bazar mein aa nikla hai

Kahin shoala kahin nara kahin patthar ban kar

Khoon chalta hai to rukta nahin sanginon se

Sar uthata hai to dabta nahin aainon se

Zulm ki baat hi kya zulm ki auqat hi kya

Zulm bas zulm hai aaghaz se anjam talak

Khoon phir Khoon hai sau shakl badal sakta hai

Aisi shaklen ki mitao to mitae na bane

Aaise shoale ki bujhao to bujhae na bane

Aaise nare ki dabao to dabae na bane

“khud –khushi se pehle…”

Uf ye bedard siyahi ye hawa ke jhonke

Kis ko malum hai is shab ki sahar ho ki na ho

Ek nazar tere dariche ki taraf dekh to lun

Dubti aaankhon mein phir tab-e-nazar ho ki na ho

Abhi raushan hain tere garm shabistan ke diye

Nil-gun pardon se chhanti hain shuaen ab tak

Ajnabi banhon ke halqe mein lachakti hongi

Tere mahke hue baalon ki ridaen ab tak

Sard hoti hui batti ke dhuen ke hamrah

Hath phailae badhe aate hain ojhal sae

Kaun ponchhe meri aaankhon ke sulagte aansu

Kaun uljhe hue baalon ki girah suljhae

Aah ye ghaar-e-halakat ye diye ka mahbas

Umar apni inhi tarik makanon mein kati

Zindagi fitrat-e-be-his ki purani taqsir

Ek haqiqat thi magar chand fasanon mein kati

Kitni aasaishen hansti rahin aiwanon mein

Kitne dar meri jawani pe sada band rahe

Kitne hathon ne buna atlas-o-kamkhwab magar

Mere malbus ki taqdir mein paiwand rahe

Zulm sahte hue insanon ke is maqtal mein

Koi farda ke tasawwur se kahan tak bahle

Umar bhar rengte rahne ki saza hai jina

Ek do din ki aziyyat ho to koi sah le

Wahi zulmat hai fazaon pe abhi tak tari

Jaane kab khatm ho insan ke lahu ki taqtir

Jaane kab nikhre siyah-posh faza ka jauban

Jaane kab jage sitam-khurda bashar ki taqdir

Abhi raushan hain tere garm shabistan ke diye

Aaj main maut ke ghaaron mein utar jaunga

Aur dam todti batti ke dhuen ke hamrah

Sarhad-e-marg-e-musalsal se guzar jaunga

“Aao Ki Koi Khwab Bunen Kal Ke Waste…”  

Aao ki koi khwab bunen kal ke waste

Warna ye raat aaj ke sangin daur ki

Das legi jaan o dil ko kuchh aaise ki jaan o dil

Ta-umr phir na koi hasin khwab bun saken

Go hum se bhagti rahi ye tez-gam umar

Khwabon ke aasare pe kati hai tamam umar

Zulfon ke khwab honton ke khwab aur badan ke khwab

Mearaj-e-fan ke khwab kamal-e-sukhan ke khwab

Tahzib-e-zindagi ke farogh-e-watan ke khwab

Zindan ke khwab kucha-e-dar-o-rasan ke khwab

Ye khwab hi to apni jawani ke pas the

Ye khwab hi to apne amal ki asas the

Ye khwab mar gae hain to be-rang hai hayat

Yun hai ki jaise dast-e-tah-e-sang hai hayat

Aao ki koi khwab bunen kal ke waste

Warna ye raat aaj ke sangin daur ki

Das legi jaan o dil ko kuchh aaise ki jaan o dil

Ta-umr phir na koi hasin khwab bun sakin

  “Khoobsurat Mod…”

 

Chalo ek bar phir se ajnabi ban jaen hum donon

Na main tum se koi ummid rakhun dil-nawazi ki

Na tum meri taraf dekho ghalat-andaz nazron se

Na mere dil ki dhadkan ladkhadae meri baaton se

Na zahir ho tumhaari kashmakash ka raaz nazron se

Tumhein bhi koi uljhan rokti hai pesh-qadmi se

Mujhe bhi log kahte hain ki ye jalwe parae hain

Mere hamrah bhi ruswaiyan hain mere mazi ki

Tumhaare sath bhi guzri hui raaton ke sae hain

Taaruf rog ho jae to us ka bhulna behtar

Talluq bojh ban jae to us ko todna achchha

Wo afsana jise anjam tak lana na ho mumkin

Use ek khub-surat mod de kar chhodna achchha

Chalo ek bar phir se ajnabi ban jaen hum donon