~My Fresh Poetry Collection (Daily Update)

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har gazal ka sheyr jese hodd mukammal ho ghea
shayari aa hi ghei kuch dard apnane k baad

 

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hamari aankh k chaalo se raste zaham khaabo k
sahi jaati nahi iss dil se abh halki si thokar bhi...

 

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Zulfo ki sajj, libas ki dhaj, kuch nah pochiye
jiss jagha pe samna hoa college ka gate tha
jiss "chiz" ka ham ne picha kiya 4 mil tak
dekha jou samne se to wo room mate tha......

 

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hanste hanste jaane kese uss ki aankhein bhig ghei
mere gham ne uss ko choa ho ye bhi toh ho sakta he...

 

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Teri kitaab me woh ik wark jou sadaa he
mera wajoud he itna tere fasaane me...

 

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apni Tasveer Per Nazar Lagata Kya Hai, Ek Nazar Meri Bhi Taraf Dekh Tera Jata Kya Hai

 

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Meri arthi par jou aa k sabh se ziyada roya tha
dihaan se dekho uss ko yaaro wohi mera kaatil he...

 

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Has Ke Bola Karo Bulaya Karo,
Aapka Ghar Hai Aaya Jaya Karo.
Muskurahat Hai Husn Ka Zewar ,
Muskurana Na Bhul Jaya Karo.
Had Se Badhkar Haseen Lagte Ho ,
Jhoothi Kasme Zaroor Khaya Karo

 

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Tu Mere Arzoo
Tu Mere Tamana
Mere Ghar Aaa
Teerian Latta Panna

 

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khubsurat chehre to dikhte hai rohoan mein kayi.
har chehra apne dil ka aaina ho ye zaruri to nahi.

 

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When you look at me
All that you can see
is the scarf that covers my hair
My words you can't hear
because you're too full of fear,
mouth gaping, all you do is stare

You think it's not my choice
in your own "liberation" rejoice.
You think I'm uneducated,
trapped, oppressed and subjugated,
You're so thankful that you're free.

But non-Muslim woman you've got it wrong
You're the weak and I'm the strong.
For I've rejected the trap of man.
Fancy clothes - low neck, short skirt
those are devices for pain and hurt.
I'm not falling for that little plan.

I'm a person with ideas and thought.
I'm not for sale, I can't be bought.
I'm me - not a fancy toy,
I won't decorate anyone's arm,
nor be promoted for my charm.
There is more to be than playing coy.

Living life as a balancing game - mother,
daughter, wife, nurse, cleaner, cook, lover
and still bring home a wage.
Who thought up this modern "freedom"?
Where man can love'em and man can leave'em.
This is not free, but life in a cage.
Always jumping to a male agenda
competing on his terms.
No job share, no creche facilities,
no feeding and nappy changing amenities
No time off for menstrual pain,
"hormones" they laugh "what a shame"
No equal pay equal skill
your job they can always fill.
No promotion unless you're sterilised.
No promotion unless you're ***ually terrorised.
And this is liberation?

Non-Muslim woman you can have your life.
Mine - it has less strife.
I cover and I get respected,
surely that's to be expected,%

 

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Jis Dil Mein Khuda Rehta Hai,

Mohabbat Lahu Banke Behti Hai,

Uski Har Saans Karti Hai Ibadat,

Jiski Saadgi Par Duniya Marti Hai.

 

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Ham logho ko samaj sake nah koi dilbar jaani
chini pareshan hoe, heyraan hoe jaapani
thori ham me chalaki he, thori be-imaani
koi panga le ham se toh mo ki parre ghi khani

kyo k dil he pakistani
kyo k dil he pakistani

watan ki lotate hein dolat sari
sayaasatt ki chalti he eyse ghaari
mulak lutta he leykin, toota toh nahi he
kissi gheyr ne aa kar, loota toh nahi he
sayaasatt-daan hein jitne bhi sabh ki he yehi nishaani
kursi ki haatir karte hein sabh hi khincha taani
chahe sarr par dubatta ho, ya tann pe sherwaani
komi dolat loot k baagho sabh ki reet purani

phir bhi dil he pakistani
phir bhi dil he pakistani

gharoo me chalte hein bharati chanel
kashmir ka massla ho gha kese hall
prosi watan ko ham kyo phir kosein
ham kya hein?kyo hein?pehle ye souchein
ittifaak me barkat he, ye saari doniya maani
iss par amall karein toh ham bann sakte hein laasaani
koi punjaabi, sindhi he, koi balochistaani
aapis me youn larna bhirna, kaam hein sabh sheytaani

aahir dil he pakistani
aahir dil he pakistani
aahir dil he pakistani
aahir dil he pakistani
aahir dil he......pakistani

 

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Chandni raat thi, main so rahi thi..
Phir kisi ne darwaza khutkhataya..
Maine soncha mera dil aaya.Darwaza khol ker dekha to bijli ka bill aaaya

 

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Janam Janam Ka Thaka Hua,
Ab Na Koi Janam Mile,
Janam Mile To Yun Mile,
Khuda Mile Aur Sanam Mile

 

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Sheeshi bhari gulab ki, phatthar se phor doon
Pant wala mil jaye to Pajama wala ko chor doon

 

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Kuch Kuch Hota Hai,
Exam paas aaye, sir mera dukhaye
Teacher ne na jaaane kyun, dande dikhaye,
Ab to mera sir, jaage na sota hai,
Kya karoon haye, kuch kuch hota hai....

 

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koi bataaye kis tarha se
unko khabar ho jaaye
aah niklee hi nahin
phir kaise asad ho jaaye.

khanjar uthata to hoon
phir ruk jaata hoon
khoon ye apna kahin
unke na sar ho jaaye.

sochkar yahi,har jaam
hoton se lagaaya maine
shayad ye,shayad ye,
shayad ye zahar ho jaaye

reh-rawaan-e-khaaq-e-
bashar hain kab se
aye khuda nazr-e-karam
ab to idhar ho jaaye.

uske deedar ka youn
talabgaar na ban"sagar"
kahin tera muqaddar hi
na sang-e-dar ho jaaye.

 

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fanoos ban ke jis ki hifazat khuda kare,
woh shamma kya bujhe jis
ki hifazat hawa kare

 

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Naam uss ka gungunaya dher tak
hoont pehle thar-tharaaya dher tak

phir meri yaado ne dastakk dil pe di
phir uss ne bhulaya dher tak

uss me sorat aap ki thi iss liye
ashk aankho me nah aya dher tak

urr ghea panchi nah-jaane kabh maghar
haath shahoo ne hilaaya dher tak

ham ne toh uss ko pukara ek bhaar
ghatiyo ne bhulaya phir dher tak

woh bhi kya karta nea kuch tha nahi
ek hi kissa sunaaya dher tak....