Poetry Tadka

Suna hai pyar karne wale ajeeb hote hai, Khusi ke badle gam naseeb hote hai, Mere dost mohabbat na karna kabhi kyoki Pyar karne wale bade badnasib hote hai

Suna Hai

suna hai
Koi rista purana ya nya nhi hota Zindgi ka har pal suhana nhi hota Juda hona to kismat ki bat hai Judai ka matlab bhulna nhi hota

Purana

purana
Meri mohabbat bezuban hoti rahi, Dil ki dhadkan apna wajood khoti rahi, Koi nahi aaya mere dukh mein karib, Ek barish hi thi jo sath roti rahi

Meri Mohabbat Bezuban Hoti Rahi

Meri mohabbat bezuban hoti rahi
Ek Din Jab Hua Ishq Ka Ehsas Unhe
Wo Hamare PaS Aakar Pure Din Rote Rahe
Aur Hum Bhi Itne Khudgarz Nikle Yaro
Ke Aankhe Band Kar K Kafan Me Sote Rahe

Ek Din

ek din
Shola Tha Jal Bujha Hoon, Hawayein Mujhay Na Do Main Kab Ka Ja Chuka Hoon Sadayein Mujhay Na Do Jo Zehar Pi Chuka Hoon Tum Hi Ne Mujhay Diya Ab Tum To Zindagi Ki Duayein Mujhay Na Do

Shola Tha Jal Bujha Hoon

Shola Tha Jal Bujha Hoon