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Dosto, eik baar phir kuch feelings likhne ke koshish ki he .. jisko shairi to nahi kaha ja sakta .. magar islaah (correction) ki umeed ke saath aap sab se share zaroor kia jaa sakta he ..
lazim howa jo chahanaa, chahoonga main to umar bhar ..
yea baat to bass mann ki he, doonga isay na main zubaan ..
khamooshiyon se wo meri, anjaan na hote agar ..
to jaan lete dil ke raaz, aata na yea waqt-e-giraan ..
milna he mushkil aab mujhe, daur-e-junoon ka hamsafar ..
tarsa tha main, tarsoonga main, hojaonga jal ke dhooanh ..
aay kaash mere dost too, mehsoos mera dard kar ..
khud jaan le ga kia hoon main, yea raaz jab hoga ayaan ..
main khaak ka putla to hoon, dil bhi main rakhta hoon magar ..
iss khaak main himat kahan, jo sehh sake dil ki tarhaan ..
lagta nahi bilkool mujhe, aanhon main apni kuch asar ..
na dasht mere saath he, sunta he na yea aasmaan ..
jalta rahega kab talak, “Azam” too apni bhool par ..
na sooch ke wo bhool thi, wo ishq ka tha imtehaan ..
by me
**I am like an Open Book Except for the few pages of my past, My life is an empty book. It takes the shape of a mystery, To me it does at least. For I cannot tell what happens next, Too many cliffhangers and too much suspense. But its clues all lead eventually to the same place, Unfortunately it does not say where. It only says get the next book, For in this one you’ ve ran out of room.
[This message has been edited by Azam#1 (edited May 16, 2002).]