Ehsas

Naz Butt

us lams ka koi naam to ho jo tujh ko soch ke jagta hai

jo tere zikr ke aate hi rag rag men daudne lagta hai

kyuun tere naam ko sunte hi miri saans mahakne lagti hai

ehsas nashe men hota hai har fikr bahakne lagti hai

ik nadida ehsas miri poron men ghulne lagta hai

ik band daricha hasrat ka khvabon men khulne lagta hai

jab chand nikal kar badal se ankhon men sapna bota hai

ik khvahish ki tanhai se bedar junun jab hota hai

jab dasht-e-talab men pyaas miri ankhon ko nigalne lagti hai

jab aas umiid ki duniya men ik shaam si dhalne lagti hai

jis vaqt ghamon ki vahshat ka ik saaya mujh par jhukta hai

us vaqt tira ehsas mire pahlu men aa kar rukta hai

aur us ehsas ke chhute hi main tabinda ho jaati huun

miri sansen chalne lagti hain phir se zinda ho jaati huun