aazim-kohli

Silsile Sab Ruk Gae Dil Hath Se Jata Raha

silsile sab ruk gae dil haath se jaata raha

hijr ki dahliz par ik dard lahrata raha

qalb ka daman junun men bhi na chhoda aql ne

dhadkanon ki chaap sun kar mujh ko khauf aata raha

masala us ki ana ka tha ki shohrat ki talab

us ka har ehsan mujh par nekiyan Dhata raha

main raha be-khvab khvabon ke tilismi jaal men

vo miri ninden chura kar loriyan gaata raha

sabr ki takrar thi josh o junun-e-ishq se

zindagi bhar dil mujhe main dil ko samjhata raha

roz aa kar meri khidki men mire bachpan ka chand

rakh ke sar ik niim ki tahni pe so jaata raha

hijr ke badal chhate jab dhuup chamki ishq ki

vasl ke angan men bhanvra gul pe manDlata raha

zindagi bebak ho kar tujh se aage badh gai

aur ‘azim’ tu lakiron par hi itrata raha

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