Meri khudi se meri shuruvaat hai,
zamaane se jodte mujhe mere jasbaat hain...
lafzoon ko hoonthon pe rokti hui wo ek samajik deewar hai,
Khud mein nahin, shayad isliye, meri samajh ke bahar hai.
Todna usse to usoolon ke daire ke bahar nahi.
kisi ko magar karari chot dena bhi to jayaz nahin.
Inhi usooloon aur jasbaaton ki jung ka anth dhoondhte hum,
iske har anth mein ek nayi shuruvaat hai,
ye andekha karte hum.
Samay to atal hai, wo badalta hai apni chaal pe..
hum naachte reh jaate hai usooloon aur jasbaatoon ki taal pe...
armaanoon ne kamzoor banya hai shayad .. kya karein..
armaanoon ne hi insaan banaya hai.. kaise na rahein ...
part 2
Samay nishpaksh bhi to nahin hai magar,
jeevan se ek hod mein laga rehta hai har pehar.
waqt aur jeevan mein darmiyaan rubaru karata hai
usse jise koi anth, koi shuruvaat, koi rihaee bulata hai.
Thakna hamari chadar ki odh ke bahar hai,
jeeney ke liye humein us daud mein rehna barkaraar hai
Thakne mein koi gunah nahin, wo to sacchai hai,
Thak ke ruk jaana kisi mod par jeevan ki rusvaai hai..
Magar ruk jaana to usool hai zindagi ki,
isi mein kahin basti hai khoobsoorati iski...
Kisi ne kaha tha, kya khoya kya paya jag mein,
paaya hoga bahut kuch agar usoolon ko apne nibhaya ho humnein..
unhein nibhana hai to mumkin, sarfaroshi ki baat hai,
raahein sunehri nahin aur bahut kaali raat hai,
Apni us khudi ki magar kya reh jayegi pehchaan.
Agar wo zamane aur kismat ke reham ki mohtaaj hai .
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