Sunday Ki Chutti Thi Main Tha Kamre Mein Leta
Begum Paas Hi Baithi Thi Aur Chupke Tha Beta

Kamre Ki Khamosh Aada Ko Maine Yu Dekha
Aankho Ke Kono Se Begum Ne Mujh Ko Dekha

Aankhon Mein Haya Thi Mohabbat Bhee
Dil Mein Wafa Thi Hasrat Bhee

Kuch Azm Dikhane Ka Kuch Khauf Zamane Ka
Sada Sa Husan Khud Anpni Daad Bhee Nahi

Kagaz Mein Rakhe Khat Bikhar Ke Ud Jate Hain
Dil Todne Wale Ke  Dil Sakun Tab Aate Hain

Jab Koi Mar Raha Ho Unki Yaad Mein
Aur Wo Apni Hii Aith Mein

Zara-Si Shah Par Bhadak Udhate Hai
Juganu Hai Mukhtsar Chamkate Hai Thodi Der

Ye Jasarat Abhi Tum Mein Nahin Dost Hausla
Hum Apni Khata Par Dil Khol Ke Huste Hai

Maula Sunta Too Ye Dil Intazaar Naa Karta
Maula Sunta Too Ye Dil Intazar Naa Karta

Unki Yaad Mein Ye Dil Bekrar Na Hota
Siskiya Leti Hai Mere Dil Ki Dhadkan

Kissa-E-Nagar Nahin, Kissae-E-Shayar Nahin
Vakaya Kasbe Ka Hai Ek, Misal-E-Isqk-E-Dahar Nahin

Khamosh-Si Ladaki, Khoya-Sa Ladaka, Ghafil-Se Marasim
Ta-Aruff Koi Nahin Jabani, Zarurat Bhee Kyaa

Unki Rahun Mein Kitne Charag Jalte Hain
Nigahein Aasma Pe Jinki Zameen Pe Chalte Hain

Jab Bhee Milte Hai To Bahane Milte Hain
Aajkal Yaar Kahan Yaaron Se Milte Hain

Wada-E-Vasl Tutaaur Wada Rah Gayaa
Na Tum Aaye Aur Main Bhee Zinda Rah Gayaa

Main Uska Aaeena Tha Magar Hairat
Main Jab Tuta Wo Kaise Sada Rah Gayaa