Kaho na by junaid jamshed lyrcis


Kaho Naaaaaaaa
Kaho Na
Kaho Na Kay Mera Harf Harf
Meri Khaamoshi
Tumhay Yaad Hai

Kaho Na Kay Dil Aaj Bhi
Meri Yaad Say Abaad Hai
Kaho Naaaaaaa

Tum Gaye Jab Say
Sard Gallion Main Dhoop Aatee Nahi
Chhatt Bulaati Nahi
Tum Gaye Jab Say
Sard Gallion Main Dhoop Aatee Nahi
Chhatt Bulaati Nahi

Umeed Ka Naam Baaqi Nahi Hai
Buss Aik Khalish Hai Kay Jaati Nahi Hai
Appni Duniya Say Baahir Aao To Dekho
Meri Duniya Ka Kia Rang Ho Gaya Hai
Appni Duniya Say Baahir Aao To Dekho
Meri Duniya Ka Kia Rang Ho Gaya Hai

Kaho Na
Kaho Na Mera Harf Harf
Meri Khaamoshi
Tumhay Yaad Hai

Kaho Naaa Dil Aaj Bhi
Meri Yaad Say Abaad Hai
Kaho Naaa

Dard Ghehra Tha
Surkh Aankhon Main Yaad Barh Ayee Thi
Tumsay Harjayee Ki
Dard Ghehra Tha
Surkh Aankhon Main Yaad Barh Ayee Thi
Tumsay Harjayee Ki
Umeed Ka Naam Baaqi Nahi Hai
Buss Aik Khalish Hai Kay Jaati Nahi Hai

Bheegay Saahil Pay Humnay Jo Bhi likha tha
Mit Gaya Tha magar Hai Abhi Zara Sa
Bheegay Saahil Pay Humnay Jo Bhi Likha Tha
Mit Gaya Tha Magar Hai Abhi Zara Zara Sa

Kaho Naaaaaaaa
Kaho Na
Kaho Na Kay Mera Harf Harf
Meri Khaamoshi
Tumhay Yaad Hai

Kaho Na Kay Dil Aaj Bhi
Meri Yaad Say Abaad Hai
Kaho Naaaaaaa

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Urdu Poetry Sms Collection

"Best Of IQBAL"

Goongi Ho Gai Hy Aaj
Kuch Zubaan Kehty Kehty

...Hichkicha Gaya Main Khud
Ko Musalman Kehty Kehty

Ye Baat Nahi k Mujh ko Us
Par Yaqeen Nahi

Bas Darr Gaya Khud Ko
Sahib-e-Imaan Kehty Kehty

Tofeeq Na Hui Mujhy Ek
Waqt Ki Namaz Ki

Aur Chup Hua Mo'azan
Azaan Kehty Kehty

Kisi Kafir Ne Jo Puucha k
Ye Kia Hy Maheena

Sharam Se Paani Hua Main
Ramzan Kehty Kehty

Mere Shelf Mein Gard Se
Atti Kitaab Ka Jo Poocha

Main Garh Gaya Zameen
Mein Qura'an Kehty Kehty

Ye Sun k Chup Saadh li
"IQBAL" Us Ne

Yun Laga Jese Ruk Gaya
Ho Mujhy Hewan Kehty Kehty !!!

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ReZa ReZa SapNoN WaLe
TooTe CheHre AaDhe LoG,

JaNe WaLe KaB AaTe HaiN
KyuN KarTe HaiN WaDe LoG.

AaS MaiN BeThi ShehZaDi Ki
MaaNg MaiN ChaNdi JhaaNk ChuKi,

ItNi DaiR Se KyuN AaTe HaiN AaKhiR Ye ShehZade LoG ?

PyaR Ki RaaH Pe UngLi ThaaMe,
AnDha DhuNd ChaL Parte HaiN,

Na SamJhi MeiN MaRr JaaTe HaiN
HuM Se SeeDhe SaaDhe LoG.

HuM DoNo MeiN KoN Hai MuJriM Ye Tey HoNa MuShkiL Hai,

ADha SheHaR Tha HaaMi Uss Ka,SaTh ThE MeRe AaDhe LoG..

Mohsin lagi na chot phir nae taaluq main!

Main na kahta tha mere dost dekhna.




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Some hadis (from Bukhari and Muslim Sharif)


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a Great Poem in urdu


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Current Issue Featured Poem Over Greenland

Peter Campion

A current like a noise machine through sleep.
Blue lichen fields. Mossed boulders. Waking up
to ice cubes cracking in a plastic cup

and voices (“awesome for the Hong Kong branch
. . . well, most of all we miss our daughter . . . ”) I still
see it: the climb up slate as runnels spill

from some bare misted summit like a source.
Whatever sense this dream might make
to others. And whatever when they wake

they also have been dreaming. Rivers of faces
down hallways, merging, as desires mesh
and fissure. Cash for clothes or arms or flesh.

And if there is no towering sublime
where all comes clear to all, no final climb
through cloud, like some old Bible illustration:

how could that ever stop the current flowing
out of the glass at jfk: skin glowing
plumb and peach as we walk inside the sun

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