badaltey waqt ka ik silsila sa lagta hai ..
ke jab bhi dekho usey dusra sa lagta hai ..
tumhara husn kisi aadami ka husn nahi ..
kisi buzurg ki sachi dua sa lagta hai ..
teri nigaah ko tamiz-e-rang-o-nuur kahan ..
mujhe to Khoon bhi rang-e-hinaa sa lagta hai ..
damaag-o-dil hon agar mutma’in to chhaaoN hai dhoop ..
thapera luh kaa bhi Thandi hawa sa lagta hai ..
wo chhat pe aa gaya betaab ho ke aakhir ..
Khuda bhi aaj shareek-e-duaa sa lagta hai ..
tumhara haath jo aayaa hai haath main mere ..
ab aitebaar ka mausam haraa sa lagta hai ..
nikal ke dekho kabhi nafraton ke pinjhrey se ..
tamaam shahar kaa “Manzar” khula sa lagta hai ..
by
Manzar Bhopali
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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.
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.
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.