sard ThiThuri hui lipTi hui sarsar ki tarah
zindagi mujh se mili pichhle december ki tarah
Mansoor Aafaque
tere bhulane mein mera qusur itna hai
ki paD gae the mujhe kaam kuchh ziyaada hi
Mansoor Aafaque
tujh aisi narm garm kai laDkiyon ke sath
main ne shab-e-firaq Dubo di sharab mein
Mansoor Aafaque
wo tera unchi haweli ke qafas mein rahna
yaad aae to parindon ko riha karta hun
Mansoor Aafaque
jo kabhi diwar pe laTkai thi
ab tere kamre ki zinat bhi nahin
Mansoor Khushtar
kisi se sarguzisht-e-gham bayan karta hun jab apni
kahani wo sarasar aap ki malum hoti hai
Mansoor Khushtar
naz-o-andaz ki qimat hai tere mere sabab
kis ki mahfil mein bhala aur ghazab Dhaoge
Mansoor Khushtar

