Roman Urdu Poetry

4 line Shayri for Whatsapp and Viber

Na Tha kucH to Khuda tha, Kuch na hota to Khuda hota
dubooYa mujhKo hoNi ne, na hota maiN to kya hota
hua jub Gam se Yun beHis, to Gum kya sar ke katNe ka
gar juda na hota tan sE, to zannon pur dhara hota


Jo Kahin Na Mile Wo Khushi Chahiye
Dard Kaisa B Ho Bandagi Chahiye
Mujhko Duniya Ki Ab Koi Khuwahish Nhi
Aakhrat Ki Mujhe Zindagi Chahiye


wahin se rat ko zulmat mili hai
chamak taron ne pai hai jahan se
ham apni dard-mandi ka fasana
suna karte hain apne razdan se


ye na thee hamaaree qismat ke wisaal-e-yaar hota
agar aur jeete rehte yahee intezaar hota
tere waade par jiye ham to ye jaan jhooT jaanaa
ke KHushee se mar na jaate agar ‘eitabaar hota


Hathoan ki lakiroan pay mat ja ai Galib
Naseeb un k bi hote hain jin k hath nehen hote


sakhtiyan karta hun dil par gair se gafil hun main
hay kya achi kahi zalim hun main jahil hun main
hai meri zillat hi kuch meri sharafat ki dalil
jis ki gaflat ko malak rote hain wo gafil hun main


gulzar-e-hast-o-bu na beganawar dekh
hai dekhne ki chiz ise bar bar dekh
aya hai to jahan mein misal-e-sharar dekh
dam de najaye hasti-e-napayedar dekh


ham mashriq k musalmanon ka dil magrib mein ja atka hai
wahan kuntar sab billori hai, yahan ek purana matka hai
is daur mein sab mit jayenge, han baqi wo rah jayega
jo qayam apni rah pe hai, aur pakka apni hat ka hai


mumkin hai ke tu jisako samajhata hai baharan
auron ki nigahon mein wo mausam ho khizan ka
hai sil-sila ehwal ka har lahja dagargun
ae salek-rah fikr na kar sudo-zayan ka


mohabbat ka junun baqi nahin hai
musalmanon mein khun baqi nahin hai
safen kaj, dil pareshan, sajda bezuk
k jazba-e-andrun baqi nahin hai


jinhen main dhundhta tha asmanon mein zaminon mein
wo nikle mere zulmat-e-khana-e-dil k makinon mein
mahine wasl k ghariyon ki surat urte jate hain
magar ghariyan judai ki guzarti hai mahinon mein


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