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SHAYARIS JUST 4U
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Wada to ker lete hain Nibhana bhool jate hain
Lagaaa kar aaag seene main Bujhana bhool jate hain
kehte hai aayenge hume milne ko pal do pal
milna toe chahte hai vo par aana bhool jate hai
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Jo Dard mujhe teri Mohabbat ne diya hai,
Woh mere liye saare zamaane se bada hai,
Palkon pe sitare se laraz uthte hai fauren,
Bhoole se bhi jab humne tera naam liya hai. |
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dekh kar ankhon ka haal
sanam na manlo ke kitna soye hai.
puchlo chand aur suraj
se ke raat din kitna roye hai? |
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Fana ke bad bhi mujhko sata raha hai koi,
Nishane kabre ka mita raha hai koi,
Ye khuda thodi si jindgi de de mujhe,
Udas mere janaje se ja raha hai koi. |
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Kaha se lauu woh shabd,
Jo teri tarif ke kabil ho.
Kaha se lauu woh chand,
Jisme teri khoobsurti samil ho.
Aye mere bewafa sanam ek baar bata de,
Kaha se lauu woh kismat,
Jisme tu bas mujhe hasil ho. |
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Tumse Milne ki koshishain to laakh kee maine,
Nahi mil paayenge maine kabhi socha hi nahi,
Hoke itne kareeb yaar hum na mil paaye,
Shaayad hum mil saken aisa mera naseeb hi nahi. |
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Agar dhundo to lakh mil jayenge,
par mujh jaisa wo kya chahenge,
dekhenge tumhe hasrato se kayi,
par aankhen wo hamari kanha se layenge. |
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Tarasta raha main umer sari
parde bina tuje
aaj saans hi na rahi jab
tu ne parda hata diya. |
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Ruth gya hai mujhko manane waala
Ab koi nahi naaz mera uthaane wala
Per jaane kya sonchta hai
Yeh khula darwaaza
Shayad rasta bhool gaya, aaane waaala. |
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Kya zamaana tha,
ke hum roz mila karte thay,
Raat bhar chaand ke humraaz phira karte thay,
Dekh kar jo humein chup chaap guzar jate hai,
Kabhi us shaks se hum pyaar kiya karte thay |
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me aakhri shab ka bujhta sitaara
naa mili chandni mujhe naa din kaa ujaala
log kehte hai ki bada muqaddar hai mera
naa chalan mera naa laqiro‘n kaa sahara
us tak pahunch jaaoo to kuchh pyaas bujhe meri
verna naa koii manzil meri naa koii mera kinara
is tarah se jo likhi taqdeer mere khuda ne meri
rooh meri jalti hai is kadarr phir bhi log kahen bujhta sitara |
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Wo samne aye to nazro ko jhuka longa
DekhoNga nahi phir b tasweer bana longa
Aana ho to aa jao ruswayee nahi hogi
Dekhe ga nahi koi, palkon main chupa longa. |
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Munna Bhai: Teray ko maaloom hai k cigarette ek tarah say slow poison ka kaam karta hai.
Patient : Toh mujhay konsa marnay ki jaldi hai. |
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Munna: Bolay to Apun ko tera operation dobara karna paray ga. Kyun k apun kay rubber k gloves teray andar hi reh gaye hain.
Patient: Agar yeh baat hai to mujhay jaanay do. Mien tumharay gloves ki payment kar doon ga. |
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