ये दिल क्या है

ये दिल क्या है ghazal

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हालात-ऐ-दिल न जाने क्यों मुझे मजबूर कर गया,
दिल-ऐ-नाशाद मेरे ख़ुशी का पैमाना चूर कर गया|

हुस्न दिया गया था तुझे दीवानगी बढ़ने को जानम,
मगर ये तेरा हुस्न तुझे क्यों ज़रा मग़रूर कर गया|

परवाना तेरे हुस्न का ढूँढता फिर रहा है शमा कहीं,
चला गया वो कहीं दूर पर शमा को बेनूर कर गया|

चलते चलते मोहब्बतों की राहों पर तेरे पास आ गया,
कि इश्क़ मेरे रूह के अक्स को मुझसे दूर कर गया|

न दिन का कुछ पता है मुझको न रातों की ख़बर है,
मेरे ज़हन में पैदा ये इश्क़ कोई नया फ़ितूर कर गया|

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Dr. Himanshu Sharma

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in sanskrit there is a sukti "ekoaham na bhuto na bhavishyati" it means "nobody was like me in the past and no body will be lyk me in future which implies iam unique" and really mean it that iam unique in every aspect!!!!Nothing yaar.. a simple guy with some complications
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