gul tera rang chura laye hain gulzaron meinjal raha hun bhari barsat ke baucharon meinmujh se katara ke nikal ja magar ae janehayadil ke lau dekh raha hun tere rukhasaron meinhusnebeganaeehasasejamal acha haigunche khilate hain to bik jate hain bazaron meinzikr karte hain tera mujh se baunavanejafacharagar phul piro laye hain talvaron meinzakhm chup sakate hain lekin mujhe fan ke saugaundhgham ke daulat bhi hai shamil mere shahakaron meinmujh ko nafarat se nahi pyar se maslub karomain to shamil hun mohabbat ke gunahgaron meinPoet of the poem/ghazal or Nazam: Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi

gul tera rang chura laye hain gulzaron meinjal raha hun bhari barsat ke baucharon meinmujh se katara ke nikal ja magar ae janehayadil ke lau dekh raha hun tere rukhasaron meinhusnebeganaeehasasejamal acha haigunche khilate hain to bik jate hain bazaron meinzikr karte hain tera mujh se baunavanejafacharagar phul piro laye hain talvaron meinzakhm chup sakate hain lekin mujhe fan ke saugaundhgham ke daulat bhi hai shamil mere shahakaron meinmujh ko nafarat se nahi pyar se maslub karomain to shamil hun mohabbat ke gunahgaron meinPoet of the poem/ghazal or Nazam: Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi

I know how difficult I’ve made your lifeNow that you’ve brought home another father.You have your new dominion as a wifeWhile I still mourn the absence of the other.And yet I recognize your right to chooseThe man you love, whatever I might feel.Life is not a game to win or lose:For that the pain on both sides is too real.It therefore is my place to make a placeWithin my heart for one who lives in yours.There is no way to do this but with grace,For one must be at home with open doors.Please forgive the failure of my love.Your love for me should mine for your love move.

Birthday Wishes For My FriendOn your birthday,I wish for you the fulfillmentof all your fondest dreams.I hope that for every candleon your cakeyou get a wonderful surprise.I wish for you thatwhatever you want most in life,it comes to you,just the way you imagined it,or better.I hope you get as much pleasurefrom our friendship as I do.I wish we were sisters,so I could have known youfrom the beginning.I look forward toenjoying our friendshipfor many more of your birthdays.I’m so glad you were born,because you brighten my lifeand fill it with joy.Happy Birthday!By Joanna Fuchs

Bazi e Ishq Kuch Es Tarah Se Harey YarooZakham Per Zakham Lagey Dil Pe Humare YarooKoi To Aisa Ho Jo Ghao Per Marham RakheyYuun To Dushman Na Bunno Sare Ke Sare YarooBazm Main Ser Ko Jhukaye Huye Jo Bethy HainIn Ko Mat Cheroo Yeh Hain Ishq Ke Marey YarooJinn Main Hoty Thy Kabhi Meher O Wafa Ke MotiIn Hi Ankhon Main Sittam Ke Hain Sharary YarooDost Hi Apny Jo Kerny Lageen Nazr E TofaanKaam Nahi Aty Phir Koi Saharey YarooSang Gheroon Ne Jo Marey To Koi Dukha Na HuaMer Gaye Tum Ne Mager Phool Jo Marey YarooWo Jo Raha Dil Geer Tumhari KhatirTum Ne Kya Kya Nahiin Taney Usy Marey Yaroo

Ik Shakhs tanha rota Raha hai,apne aansuo ko palko pe parota raha hai,akeeda to tha usey piyar k karishmo par,phir bhi karne se darta raha hai,Chahat thi sada pas rakhne ki kisiko,utna hi us se koi door jata raha hai,Hai umeed usey kisi k lout aney ki aaj bhi,Isi gumaan me janey kab se jeeta raha hai,Posheeda hai ik taweel si dastaa us me,Kon janey kisey chahta raha hai,So jo nahi paa raha pathar k bichoney pe,yakeenan kisi ki baaho me sota raha hai,kasoor fakkat itna tha nadaa ka,k gham duniya se chupata raha hai,aaj tum kiska matam karte ho logo,Wo to janey kab se marta raha hai,

STILL IN THE HEARTI have this Lady friendWhose Mother passed awayMoving to a better placeAnd, a peaceful day.I know about the painThat, she is going throughBecause the loss of “Mom”Is the saddest, that is true.Sometimes, it is a blessingWhen their “life” is in declineNot, what it used to beWhen, “everything” worked fine.But still, it hurts so muchWhen Mother goes awayWhen you know you won’t see HerFor, forever and a day.But the memories will be thereAnd will help, to get you throughWhen, you’re thinking of MomAnd, feeling kind of blue.

Dear Mother, please don’t take away my baby.I’m young, alone, my husband is in jail.But there’s a wonder in what fortune may beGiven us, though time its wisdom veil.Please help me be a mother much as you areBy being but a mother once removed,As I become the daughter that I thus farHave never been, by love and labor proved.And let me love as you did my own child,Making the best of what I wrought in pain;For once fate leaves, one ought to think it smiled,Rejoicing in what one would rue in vain.I would not give my child to another;I need you now, but only as my mother.

I want to say how proud I am of youThat you have broken free of your addiction.It’s something I don’t know that I could doWere I so sorely tried by your affliction.My years of growing up were on my own,As you were in the belly of your beast,The two of us indifferent and alone,Most in need of love while loving least.How sad! That you and I have lost those years:I, of childhood, and you, of your only child.But now’s the time for joy and not for tears,For you are well, and we are reconciled.Whatever life may bring or time may prove,Know that you will always have my love.

Main TUJY Bhula B DoonKHUD Ko Mita B Doon Jala B DoonPHIR B Meri ROOH Mera Jism , Meri JAANMery DIL Ki Sakoot DherknainTera He NAAM Laiti Rahain GiSAWAL Kuch HogaJawab Main , MAIN Sirf Tujy He Mangoon GaMain Tujy Kaisy BHULA DoonDERD K Uss Kharund Ko Jo Bherta Ja Raha HaiMeri JAAN Kaisy Sula DoonKaisy Main APNY Dil Ko Tassalli DoonK MUHABBAT Main Haar B Hooti HaiAE Kismat Bana`Ny WalyAger TU Dil Main Muhabbat Deta Hai,Chahat Deta HaiTo PHIR Ussy Wo B De Jo Uss Ki Chahat HaiAE Dil_E_Nadan Bass Itna Samaj LooK Andhi AYE ThiSab K GHER Mehfooz RahayBERBAD Hova To Sirf MARA GHER . . . . . .

Hubblescopes aloft will see anew;Again, the centers of our souls will change.Perhaps the things we most believe are true,Ptolemylike, will strike our sons as strange.Years of light, long hidden by the air,Millennia of thought will burst and scatter;Overhead, the stars will still be there,Though shifted from the poles that really matter.How wonderful to know that what we knowEach mystery unravels from below,Reveling in nights beyond the stars!So let it be with every day:Discoveries themselves always betray;A fresh idea files older thoughts away,Yet spins the ancient tales of life on Mars.

meri teri nigah mein jo lakh intazar hainjo mere tere tan badan mein lakh dil figar hainjo meri teri ungaliyon ke behisi se sab qalam nazar hainjo mere tere shahar ke har ik gali meinmere tere naqshepa ke benishan mazar hainjo meri teri raat ke sitare zakhm zakhm hainjo meri teri subah ke gulab chak chak hainye zakhm sare bedava ye chak sare berafukisi pe rakh chand ke kisi pe os ka lahuye hain bhi ya nahi bataye hai ki mahaz jal haimere tumhare ankabutevaham ka buna huajo hai to is ka kya karennahi hai to bhi kya karenbata, bata, bata, bataPoet of the poem/ghazal or Nazam: Faiz Ahmed Faiz

giriftadil hain bahut aj tere divanekhuda kare koi tere siva na pahachanemiti miti si ummiden thake thake se khayalbujhe bujhe se nigahon mein gham ke afasanehazar shukr ke hum ne zuban se kuch na kahaye aur baat ke pucha na ahaleduniya nebaqadretashnalabi pursishevafa na huichalak ke rah gaye teri nazar ke paimanekhayal aa gaya mayus rahguzaron kapalat ke aa gaye manzil se tere divanekahan hai tu ke tere intazar mein ae dosttamam raat sulagte rahe dil ke viraneummidepursishegam kis se kijiye ‘nasir’jo mere dil pe guzarati hai koi kya janePoet of the poem/ghazal or Nazam: Nasir Kazmi

For me, two mothers aren’t one too many:One’s for real, and one’s for other things.Remember: there are those who haven’t any,Missing their one chance at angel’s wings.You’re the one most free to mother me,Giving without worrying I’ll be spoiled.Often my real mother “has to see,”Dreading I might get my future soiled.More than just an aunt, what’s in your heartOpens doors within where I can goTo learn the difficult and gentle artHappiness embraces those who know.Each moment that you love me makes me whole:Rare is she who can so grace a role.

I know I haven’t been an easy child,But love for you lies underneath my whims;There is no way I could be tame or mild:I need sometimes to shout and wave my limbs.You’re the wall I need to test my height,The countervailing force to test my strength,The chain I hammer at with all my might,Even though you have increased its length.It’s tough, I know, to be both Mom and Dad,To raise me all alone, just hit or miss;To have to play at once good cop and bad,And give me grief before my goodnight kiss.But love against the odds is stronger still:I need your fierce, proud love, and always will.