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फिर वही


फिर वही मोड़ हैं 
फिर वही दौर भी 
फिर वही बेताबी 
फिर वही ठहराव भी || 

फिर वही खामोशी 
फिर वही शोर हैं 
फिर वही जुस्तजू 
फिर नयी खोज हैं ||

फिर से मैं लापरवाह 
फिर हुई बेपरवाह 
फिर वही मैं भी हूँ 
फिर वही तुम भी हो ||

फिर उसी चुप्पी मे 
बेपनाह बातें भी 
फिर वही डर भी हैं 
फिर वही जोश भी ||

फिर वही रात हैं 
फिर वही सन्नाटा 
फिर वही ख्वाहिशें 
फिर से फ़ज़्ले रब भी हैं 
बेपन्हा ख़्वाबों में  
बेपन्हा मुराद भी ||

फिर वही खुशबू हैं 
फिर वही रंग भी 
फिर से देखो छाँव हैं
और फिर वही बेरंगी भी ||

फिर वही गीत हैं 
फिर वही शायरी
फिर वही उम्मीद हैं
फिर वही निराशा 
फिर उसी  तख्त में 
फिर वही तमाशा ||

फिर वही मैं भी हूँ
फिर वही तुम भी हो 
फिर वही साथ हैं 
फिर वही दूरी भी ||

फिर से शम्मा तेज़ हैं 
फिर से खूब नूर भी 
फिर वही दर्द हैं 
फिर वही बाल्म भी 
फिर वही हम हैं हम 
फिर भी हम हम नहीं ||

चलो एक बार फिर 
राह यह चुनन भी ले 
चलो एक बार फिर 
तकदीर की सुन्न भी ले ||

तनहा एक मोड़ पे 
तनहा ही हम फिर चलें 
तन्हाईयों में फिर
मौज को हम ढूंढ ले || 

फिर इसी मौज में 
हम और तुम डूब ले 
फिर उसी शाम में 
सूफियों सा झूम ले || 

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  1. Har ek shabd tumhare dil se nikla hai..panno pe tumhara aks jhalagta hai....
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