Ibne I Ensha Poetry Sms
Aur to Koi Bas Na Chalega Hijr K Dard K Maron Ka
aur to koi bas na chalega hijr k dard k maron ka
subah ka hona dubhar kar dein rasta rok sitaron ka
jhuthe sikon mein bhi utha dete hain aksar sacha mal
shaklen dekh k sauda karna kam hai in banjaron ka
apni zuban se kuch na kahenge chup hi rahenge ashiq log
tum se to itna ho sakta hai pucho hal becharon ka
ek zara si bat thi jis ka charcha pohuncha gali gali
ham gumnamon ne phir bhi ehsan na mana yaron ka
dard ka khna chikh utho dil ka taqaza waza nibhao
sab kuchh sehna chup chup rahna kam hai izzatdaron ka
Dasht Parta Hai Miyan Ishq Mein Ghar Se Pehle
dasht parta hai miyan ishq mein ghar se pehle
chal diye uth k su-e-shahar-e-wafa ku-e-habib
puch lena tha kisi khak basar se pehle
ishq pehle bhi kiya hijr ka gam bhi dekha
itne tarpe hain na ghabraye na tarse pehle
ji bahalta hi nahin ab koi saat koi pal
rat dhalti hi nahin char pahar se pehle
ham kisi dar pe na thithak na kahin dastak di
saikaron dar the meri jan tere dar se pehle
chand se ankh mili ji ka ujala jaga
ham ko so bar hui subah sahar se pehle
Ham Un Se Agar Mil Baithte Hain Kya Dosh Hamara Hota Hai
ham un se agar mil baithte hain kya dosh hamara hota hai
kuch apni jasarat hoti hai kuch un ka ishara hota hai
katne lagin raten ankhon main dekha nahin palakon pe aksar
kabhi sham-e-gariban ka jugnu kabhi subah ka tara hota hai
ham dil ko liye har des phire is jins ka gahak mil na saka
ai banjaro ham log chale ham ko to khasara hota hai
ham apni zaban se kuch bhi kahen shayar hai khayalon se khelen
a jao to baham mil baithe kabhi hijr bhi pyara hota hai
daftar se uthe kaife main gaye kuch sher kahe kuch kafi pi
pucha jo muash ka “Inshaji” yun apna guzara hota ha
Jog Bijog Ki Baten Jhuti Sab Ji Ka Bahlana Ho
jog bijog ki baten jhuti sab ji ka bahlana ho
phir bhi ham se jate jate ek gazal sun jana ho
sari duniya aql ki bairi kaun yahan par sayana ho
nahaq nam dharen sab ham ko diwana diwana ho
tum ne to ik rit bana li sun lena sharmana ho
sab ka ek na ek thikana apna kaun thikana ho
nagri ngari lakhon dware har dware par lakh sukhi
lekin jab ham bhul chuk hain daman ka phailana ho
tere ye kya ji main ai khinch liye sharma kar hont
ham ko zahar pilane wali amrit bhi pilwana ho
ham bhi jhute tum bhi jhute ek isi ka sacha nam
jis se dipak jalana sikha parwana mar jana ho
sidhe man ko an daboche mithi baten sundar log
‘Meer’, ‘Nazeer’, ‘kabir’ aur ‘Insha’ sab ka ek gharana ho
Kal Chaudhwin Ki Rat Thi Shab Bhar Raha Charcha Tera
kal chaudhwin ki rat thi shab bhar raha charcha tera
kuch ne kaha ye chand hai kuch ne kaha chehra tera
ham bhi wahin maujud the ham se bhi sab pucha kiye
ham hans diye ham chup rahe manzur tha parda tera
is sheahr mein kis se milen ham se to chuti mahfilen
har shakhs tera nam le har shakhs diwana tera
kuche ko tere chor kar jogi hi ban jayen magar
jangal tere parbat tere basti teri sahra tera
ham aur rasm-e-bandagi ashuftagi uftadagi
ehsan hai kya kya tera ai husn-e-beparwa tera
do ashk jane kis liye palkon pe a kar tik gaye
altaf ki barish teri ikram ka darya tera
ai bedarg-o-beaman ham ne kabhi ki hai fugan
ham ko teri wahshat sahi ham ko sahi sauda tera
tu bewafa tu mahraban ham aur tujh se bad-guman
ham ne to pucha tha zara ye waqt kyun thehra tera
ham par ye sakhti ki nazar ham hain faqir-e-rahguzar
rasta kabhi roka tera daman kabhi thama tera
han han teri surat hasin lekin tu aisa bhi nahin
is shakhs k ashar se shohra hua kya kya tera
beshak usi ka dosh hai kahta nahin khamosh hai
tu ap kar aisi dawa bimar ho acha tera
bedard sunani ho to chal kahta hai kya achhi gazal
ashiq tera ruswa tera shayar tera “Insha” tera
Rat K Khwab Sunayen Kis Ko Rat K Khwab Suhane The
rat k khwab sunayen kis ko rat k khwab suhane the
dhundle dhundle chehre the par sab jane pahahane the
ziddi wahshi alhar chanchal mithe log rasile log
honth un k gazlon k misre ankhon main afsane the
ye larki to in galiyon main roz hi ghuma karti thi
is se un ko milna tha to is k lakh bahane the
ham ko sari rat jagaya jalte bujhte taron ne
ham kyun un k dar pe utre kitne aur thikane the
wahshat ki unwan hamari in main se jo nar bani
dekhenge to log kahenge ‘Insha’ j\i diiwane the
Us Sham Wo Rukhsat Ka Saman Yad Rahega
us sham wo rukhsat ka saman yad rahega
wo shahar wo kucha wo makan yad rahega
wo tis k ubhri thi idhar yad rahegi
wo dard k utha tha yahan yad rahega
ham shauq k shole ki lapak bhul jayenge
wo shama-e-fasurda ka dhuan yad rahega
kuch mir k abyat the kuch faiz k misre
ik dard ka tha jin main bayan yad rahega
jan bakhsh si thi us gulbarg ki tarawat
wo lams-e-aziz-e-do-jahan yad rahega
ham bhul sak hain na tujhe bhul saknge
tu yad rahega hamen han yad rahega

