Kal Shaam...

Kal shaam bhi ek shaam thi
Tumhaare labo pe ek muskan thi
Hum saamne to the tumhaare
Par maheeno ki doori paigaam thi 
Dastak de rahi thi dil ki dhadkane
Ki harr zarra tumhaara hum mei bas jaaye
Raat siyah hone lagi thi
Naa jaane ab kab ye raat waapas aaye 
Naa jaane kitni baar tumhari aankhon mei Ghar bas gaye the 
Aur mohobbat ka izhaar bin bole kar Gaye the
Nami bhi thi, Khushi bhi
Rooh mei tum humaari yu bas gaye the
Hum jaante to the ki raat khatm hogi
Subah hogi, tumse mafarqat hogi
Phir bhi uss Giroh se lipte hue the
Ki ye maasum se lamhe ki firqat hogi
Saari duniya bhool se gaye the hum
Puri tarah tumhaare Jo ho gaye the hum
Kal shaam bhi ek shaam thi 
Wo shaam ek khamosh kohraam thi 

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