KHamosh Dard Tha Rote Hue Dilase The

Shumama Ufuq

ḳhamosh dard tha rote hue dilase the

nigahen ek taraf ik taraf tamashe the

miTana chahen bhi to kis tarah miTa paa.en

ki ek dusre ke dil pe naam likkhe the

hamara mas.ala johaḌ ka mas.ala nahin tha

hamare aansu tavatur se bahte rahte the

main sochti huun bhala us ka kya bana jis ne

miri tarah ka.i ḳhush-rang ḳhvab dekhe the

abhi se mere hunar aib ho ga.e kaise

abhi to main ne yahan sirf paanv rakkhe the

hamare zehnon men pahle se sarsarahaT thi

isi liye to kahani men saanp aa.e the

na-jane zahr tha meri ragon men ya us men

mira tamam badan us ke honT niile the