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jazbaton ki kahani

koshis to kar chuka hu main bhulne ki
magar bhula na saka,
koi bhi dukh meri aankho ko rula na saka,
ye tu bhi jaanti hai or main bhi,
mohabbat khata bhi hai or saza bhi,
kari hai khata maine to saza dene ka hak hai tujhko
har pal har lamha kyu doori ka shak hai tujhko,
ja kar le ek or koshis dur jaane ki,
main karunga koshis paas na bulane ki,
bas khamoshi meri mat tudwa dena,
dil ki bat jubaan pe laane mat dena,
gar karta raha youhi bayan haal e dil,
sazi rah jayegi gamo ki ye mehfil,
bas main tera sath deta rahunga,
tera sath milta rahe to lab se kuch na kahunga,
har pal ko ek pal me bhula to du main,
par apne khamosh dil ko kaise rula du main,
chahta to hu tera sath nibhana,
dil chahe har pal tere pas aana,
fikar na kar tu khus or aabad reh,
mere saaye se bhi tu bohot aazaad reh,
tujhe pa k kho diya,
haste haste ro diya,
kuch pal aise diye mujhko tune
bas gaye hai dil se ja k rooh me
tera sath har pal tera ehsas hai,
tu na jaane mere liye tu kitna khaas hai,
koshis tune bhi ki or main bhi karta raha,
kabhi khud se to kabhi tujhse ladta raha,
fir bhi juda tujhse ho na saka,
mera jism meri jaan ko kho na saka,
fir se ye koshis dohrai ja rhi hai,
khai thi ek kasam jo nibhai ja rhi hai,
ho ja juda mujhse beshak tu magar jaan le,
tu hi mera dil hai or dhadkan bhi ye pehchan le...
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