Tera Hisaar Mera Sarab....Your Caucasian Chalk Circle.

Tera Hisaar Mera Sarab

Aur woh aahista aahista  tang kar raha hai apna hisaar

Mere zehan ki us khulee khirkee par

 Mera zehan jo hai ek aazad panchee ki tarhe

Kabhi zakhmi kabhi ghayal

Kabhi bezaar kabhi mayal

Aur yeh mera dil bhi to hai

  ghayal panchee ki tarhe

Kabhi zakhmi kabhi 

bojhal

Aur kia mein us ko  dikhaon 

Yeh dil-e ghayal ghayal

 Woh to hai abhi ek khayal-e  subhe nau ki terha

Abhi saada abhi mushkil

Abhi uthtee hui eik umade nau ki tarha

Pehla ehsaas

Ya phir shayad

Tera bhoola huwa aik mohoom khayal

Jo kabhi raat ke pichle pehar mein  ajaae achanak aise

Kisee sotey huwe dard ko jagane ke liye

Aur woh aahista aahista karta hai tang apna hisaar mere dil par

Mein apnee khalish chupane ko hun baichain abhi

Mein tarptee hun abhi us ko chupane ke liye

Aik boseeda tamanna ka wajood

Aik muhabbat ka hisaar

Aik tootey hue jaam ka toota hua

Ghayal sa khumaar

Aake ab bhairdh do yeh boseeda dar-e maikhana

Jis ki deemak bhi hai ab toote huae lashe ki tarha

Jis ke boseeda shaarb ab deti nahin hum ko khumaar

Jis ki boseeda sharab ab deti nahin dil ko sukoon

Ab tau dil bhi hai har waqt khamosh, jalta , bujhta

Aur woh tang karta hai apna hisaar mere dil se qareeb

Mere us mazeeyi boseeda ki hai raakh kured

Shayad mere dard se woh aajae mere dil ke qareeb

Aur rakh de mere toote huey dil pe apna woh haath

 Aur le le mere peeshanee ka bosa jaise

Aur mere gaal ko woh choomle halke halke

Shayad woh soch raha hai abhi aise

Aur mein mehsoos kar rahi hoon us ka hisaar

Dil bhi shayad abhi mehsus kare halke halke

Aik mohoom si pur umeed kiran

Shayad aik chingari sulag jaye halke halke

Aur  ab us ka hisaar hai jaala jaala

Mere is dil-e boseeda pe tang halke halke

Mein usey rok dun haan phir bhi nahin

Mera yeh zehan hai mayal halke halke

 Aur woh aahista aahista apna hisaar tang kar raha hai

Mere is dil ke dareeche pe halke halke

Meherzaidi, the poet.