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Posted on 9/13/2006 4:55:18 AM


chehare pe mere zulf ko phailaao kisii din
kyaa roz garajate ho baras jaao kisii din

raazo.n kii tarah utaro mere dil me.n kisii shab
dastak pe mere haath kii khul jaao kisii din

pe.Do.n kii tarah husn kii baarish me.n nahaa luu.N
baadal kii tarah jhuum ke ghir aao kisii din

Khushbuu kii tarah guzaro mere dil kii galii se
phuulo.n kii tarah mujh pe bikhar jaao kisii din

phir haath ko Khairaat mile band-e-qabaa kii
phir lutf-e-shab-e-vasl ko doharaao kisii din

guzare.n jo mere ghar se to ruk jaaye.n sitaare
is tarah merii raat ko chamakaao kisii din

mai.n apanii har ik saa.Ns usii raat ko de duu.N
sar rakh ke mere siine pe so jaao kisii din

Posted on 9/13/2006 4:56:30 AM


Posted on 9/18/2006 10:24:02 PM

Humne apna sab kuch khoya tere pyar ke picche,
Khizaon se ho gaye begane hum bahar ke picche....

Ab isse badh kar khush naseebi hamari aur kaya hogi,
Unka aashiana aabaad hai hamare mazar ke picche.....

Tamaam umar hamari bass isi soach main guzri,
Kaya wajha rahi hogi aakhir unke inkaar ke picche.....

Doob gaye hum isi kash-m-kash main yaaro,
Sahil ki jaanib bhaage ya majhdhaar ke picche......

Ek halke se hawa ke jhonke ne gira diya usko,
Barson se khare they hum jis deewaar ke picche....

Hamari zindagi bebasi ki daasta ban ke reh gai,
Ik naya intzaar mila hume tere har inkaar ke picche....

'Sobi' phoolon ke khile chhehre se fareeb na khana,
Zakham hazaron chhipe hai yaha har khaar ke picche......

Posted on 9/18/2006 10:24:41 PM


Posted on 9/18/2006 10:27:50 PM

thxxx

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Posted on 9/22/2006 6:14:17 PM

cutefriend:
nahi nahi nahi jawan ladki ko aisi nahi kartay galayn ahi lagatay

Posted on 9/23/2006 2:10:10 AM

ohh acha
   yeh sahi hia

Posted on 9/23/2006 2:57:53 AM

tum ko kisne kaha

Posted on 9/28/2006 1:43:25 AM

main ne tu nahi kaha

Posted on 9/28/2006 1:52:38 AM

aisa ko nahi hota
nice

Posted on 10/1/2006 2:11:34 AM

ager koi ho tu

Posted on 10/1/2006 2:15:08 AM

kaun ho sakta hai

Posted on 10/2/2006 4:22:42 AM

pataaaa naiiiii

Posted on 10/2/2006 4:48:35 AM

TO BOLA KYON

Posted on 10/2/2006 7:08:08 AM

awyennnnnnn socha king se panga hi sahi

Posted on 10/2/2006 11:04:58 AM

king gaya tal layne yeh panga to mujhse ho gaya na

Posted on 10/3/2006 2:57:37 AM

Fairl_Girl:

chehare pe mere zulf ko phailaao kisii din
kyaa roz garajate ho baras jaao kisii din

raazo.n kii tarah utaro mere dil me.n kisii shab
dastak pe mere haath kii khul jaao kisii din

pe.Do.n kii tarah husn kii baarish me.n nahaa luu.N
baadal kii tarah jhuum ke ghir aao kisii din

Khushbuu kii tarah guzaro mere dil kii galii se
phuulo.n kii tarah mujh pe bikhar jaao kisii din

phir haath ko Khairaat mile band-e-qabaa kii
phir lutf-e-shab-e-vasl ko doharaao kisii din

guzare.n jo mere ghar se to ruk jaaye.n sitaare
is tarah merii raat ko chamakaao kisii din

mai.n apanii har ik saa.Ns usii raat ko de duu.N
sar rakh ke mere siine pe so jaao kisii din


FG Vakai bahut khoobsurat gazal hei. ise parrkar hi
meri sansen bahkane lag gai Plz mujhe iski details bataen ki ise kaun si site par sun sakta hoon? Singer kaun hain?

Posted on 10/3/2006 3:17:28 AM

yeh bas ghazal ahi
gaya kisi nay nahi

Posted on 10/4/2006 4:07:11 AM

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.

Posted on 10/4/2006 4:15:33 AM

Fairl_Girl:
king gaya tal layne yeh panga to mujhse ho gaya na



chaloo chroor

Posted on 10/4/2006 4:21:09 AM

Fairl_Girl:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.



Posted on 10/4/2006 4:21:39 AM

I bring you the last rose, my love
The only rose to survive
this earthly discourse
A rose of character
and mysticism
Fragrant in the most
desirable of ways
Engendering love's attention
Passion's ultimate persuasion
Color, red, so deep
that it penetrates
To your very soul
Imparting color and
texture
To your life, renewed
A rose so perfect,
it is imperfect
Scarred by life's tragedies
Bruised by mistakes
and misadventures
Yet surviving, in all
its mystical beauty
A gift of life's innermost
secrets
A gift to you, my love
The last rose

Posted on 10/4/2006 4:22:18 AM


Posted on 10/6/2006 3:12:22 AM

thxxxxxx

Posted on 10/6/2006 3:22:22 AM

Chalo TUM
Aesa Karo
Chand Say Thori Sei
Mitti Lo
Phir
Us Say Do
Butt Banaoo
Aik
TUM Jesa
Aik
Mujh Jesa
Phir!!!
Kuch Aesa Karoo. . . .
In Butto Ko Toor Do
Phir !!
Usi Mitti Ko
Goondh Lo
Phir Say
Ies K
Do Butt Banaoo
TUM Mein
Kuch
Kuch
Mein Reh Jaoon. . .
Mujh Mein
Kuch
Kuch
TUM Reh Jaoo. . . .

Posted on 10/6/2006 3:35:06 AM

main abhi kerta hoon esaaa bas

   gud

Posted on 10/6/2006 3:38:23 AM