From my crying pen #3...
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Tujhe is tarah paa lun,
Kuch yun savar jaaun;
Ya us chandi ki tarah me,
Har disha me bikhar jaaun...
Barish ki boond si barsun,
Yun lahar sang bah jaaun;
Ya oos ki boond jaise,
Usi patte par thahar jaun...
Teri dhoop ki chhaon banun,
Har pahlun se din sajaun;
Har taraf dhundun tujhe,
Ya tujhme hi simat jaun...
Is titli se man ki sunun,
To har rang me tere dhal jaun;
Khud apni raah par chalun,
Ya tujhe hi manzil banaun...
Teri saanson me, me jeelun,
Har khusi k liye mit jaun;
Shab dhale to intezaar karun tera,
Ya khud tere paas chali aaun...
Har baat teri maanu,
Har zid k aage jhuk jaaun;
Ye khwaab tujhe hi de dun,
Ya inhi k peechhe chhup jaun...
Har andaaz tera kardun,
Har khusi tujhme paaun;
Har dua me tujhe mangun,
Ya teri dua ban jaaun...
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ReplyDeleteCutely composed... the feel of 'Deewangi of love' is coming out purely :-)
ReplyDelete''Ye khwaab tujhe hi de dun,
Ya inhi k peechhe chhup jaun...''
Beautiful dear :)
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