Lyrics ( Love is called an ailment of the heart, with no cure in sight.)

Mohabbat rog he dil da
Aiday vich gum hi gum milda

Na gum day vain mukday nain
Na ronday nain sukday nain
Guman day vain da meenon
Kinara vi nahi milda

Mohabbat rog he dil da
Aiday vich gum hi gum milda

Vachoray da main gum sehnaN
Main ratan jagda rehnaN
Guman day vain da yaro
Kinara vi nahi milda

Mohabbat rog he dil da
Aiday vich gum hi gum milda

Main darda noon daba lainaN
Main hawaN noon luka lainaN
Andar day rog da yaro
Koi phat vi nahi milda

Mohabbat rog he dil da
Aiday vich gum hi gum milda

Mohabat Rog He Dil Da ( Love is called an ailment of the heart)

(* Shah Hussain *)

Sajjan de hath banh assadi
Kekar aakhañ chhad ve aRya

| Jab main tha tab Hari nahi, Ab Hari he main naahi
| Jab andhyara mitt gaya, deepak dair kamahi (Kabir)

Sajjan de hath banh assadi
Kekar aakhañ chhad ve aRya

| Hazrat Ali ki rain charhi he, Rang main aaj nahao piya ke karan (Amir Khusrow)

Ishq mohabbat Soi janan
Payi jinhañ de hadd ve aRya

Sajjan de hath banh assadi
Kekar aakhañ chhad ve aRya

| Had had jaye har koi, anhad jaye na koye
| Had anhad ke beech main, raha Kabira soye (Kabir)

Sajjan de hath banh assadi
Kekar aakhañ chhad ve aRya

Raat haneri baddal kaniyañ
Bajh vakeelañ mushkil baniyañ
Dadhe keeta sadd be aRya

Sajjan de hath banh assadi
Kekar aakhañ chhad ve aRya

| Bhala hua meri matki phooti re
| Main tau panniya bharan se chhoti re (Kabir)

Sajjan de hath banh assadi
Kekar aakhañ chhad ve aRya

| Bhala hua meri matki phooti re
| Main tau panniya bharan se chhoti re (Kabir)

Raat haneri baddal kaniyañ
Bajh vakeelañ mushkil baniyañ
Dadhe keeta sadd be aRya

| Maala kahe he kaath ki, arre tu kiya pheray moye
| Mann ka matka pher de, so turt mila dooñ toye (Kabir)

Kahe Hussain fakeer nimana
Nain nainañ naal gadd ve aRya

Raat haneri baddal kaniyañ
Bajh vakeelañ mushkal baniyañ
Dadhe keeta sadd be aRya

Sajjan de hath banh assadi
Kekar aakhañ chhad ve aRya

Abida Parveen - Sajjan De Hath.kalam Shah Hussain

#Faiz_Ahmad_Faiz

Gulon mein rang bhare baad-e-naubahaar chale
Chale bhi aao ke gulshan ka kaarobaar chale​

Qafas udaas hai yaaro saba se kuchh to kaho
Kahin to bahr-e-Khuda aaj zikar-e-yaar chale​

Kabhi to subah tere kunj-e-lab se ho aaghaz
Kabhi to shab sar-e-kaakul se mushakbaar chale​

Bara hai dard ka rishta yeh dil gharib sahi
Tumhare naam pe aaenge ghamgusaar chale​

Jo hum pe guzri so guzri magar shab-e-hijraan
Hamaare ashk teri aaqbat sanwaar chale​

Maqaam Faiz koi raah mein jacha hi nahin
Jo kue yaar se nikle to sue daar chale​
 


GULON MEIN RANG BHARE - (4songs.PK)

Parakhna Mat: By Jagjit Singh
Lyrics (Bashir Badr)

Parakhna mat parakhne mein koi apna nahin rahta
Kisi bhi aine mein der tak chehra nahin rahta

Bade logon se milne mein hamesha fasila rakhna
Jahan darya samandar se mila darya nahin rahta

Hazaron sher mere so gaye kaghaz ki qabron mein
Ajab maan hun koi bachcha mera zinda nahin rahta

Mohabbateikkhushboohai hameshasaathchaltihai
Koi insaan tanhai mein bhi tanha nahin rahta

Tumhara shehr to bilkul naye andaz wala hai
Hamare shehr mein bhi koi hamsa nahin rahta

Parakhna Mat - httpmehdihassan



Kitte nain na joreen, Kitte nain na joreen

Kitte nain na joreen, Mera maan ta toreen
Tenu wasta khuda da, Wagaan watna nu moreen

Kitte nain na joreen, Kitte nain na joreen


Pyar waleyan nu naio vekh sakda zamana
Kehri gall ton vichhora eh labhda bahana
Aakhe lag ke kise de, Mera maan na toreen
Tenu wasta khuda da, Wagaan watna nu moreen

Kitte nain na joreen, Kitte nain na joreen


Mainu jhalleyan bana ke, aape mall laye kinare
Din langhde nein mere, teri yaad de sahare
Rona umran da paa ke, mera khoon na nachoreen
Tenu wasta khuda da, wagaan watna nu moreen

Kitte nain na joreen, Kitte nain na joreen

Artist: Ali Sethi
Song: Kithay Nain Na Jorin
Song Producer: Saad Sultan
Starring: Adnan Siddiqui, Sania Saeed, & Mira Sethi
Director: Sarmad Khoosat
Co-Director: Saim Sadiq
DOP: Khizer Idrees
Editor: Syed Umair Ali
Styling: Alee’ Hassan
Wardrobe: Fahad Hussayn & Mehrunissa Khan

Kithay Nain Na Jorin

یہ اپنے ساتھ جو یورپ کے ٹھنڈے خواب لاۓ ہو، انہیں کس سرد خانے میں سجاؤ گے ؟

یہاں کی دھوپ سے قبروں کی مٹی سوکھ کر پتھر ہوئی اور آخری بارش نے سب دیوار و در سے چاہتوں کے نقش دھو ڈالے  :(

ماں کے لہو میں رینگتی ممتا ازیت ناک ہوتی ہے  :(

ماں

میرے شوق تو کبھی کم
اور پُورے ہونے ہی نہیں  
;)

Anas Siddiqui