Treasure Island

adil khan

(30 jan / gwalior)

ab tujhko bhula deta hu.


koi dard nahi hai ab,

to ye faryaad kyon rahy.

jab tu hi nahi hai ab,

teree yaad kyon rahy.

ek tasweer jo bakee hai,

meree dil main.

chal usko bhi jala deta hu.

bahut socha hai mainy.

ab tujhko bhula deta hu.

ab jab bhi milengy hum,

ajnabiyon si baat hogee.

na zayaa mere din honge,

na zayaa meree raat hogee.

behky hue armaan,

ab saary sula deta hu.

socha hai bahut mainy, ab tujhko bhula deta hu.

tere shehar se mujhko,

bas ruswayeeya mili.

mahfil main raha bhi to tanhayeeya mili.

hasta hai bahut mujhpe,

aa tujhko rula deta hu.

socha hai bahut mainy, ab tujhko bhula deta hu.

by - adil khan

Submitted: Thursday, November 13, 2008

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