आदत हो गई है, कुछ इस तरह आपसे बात करते करते

आदत हो गई है, कुछ इस तरह आपसे बात करते करते,
दिल लगता ही नहीं कहीं और, देखते क्या क्या नहीं करके,

लज्जत-ए-यार से ज्यादा लज्जत है ही नहीँ कहीं और,
वरना देखा नहीँ क्या क्या ज़ुबान पे रख रख के,

कहाँ जाएँ अब तुमहारे पास आने के सिवा तुम ही बताओ,
मुद्दतों बाद मिला है कोई आ के हमको यूँ मोहब्बत से,

मुन्तजिर जो हो सदियों से किसी की बेपनाह चाह का,
मिल जाए जो न दोश दो के इंतज़ार न हो पाता अब उससे,

फिर करेंगे कोशिश के सीख जाएँ हुनर सबर इंतज़ार का,
अगर एक मुकाम है ये भी मोहब्बत के इस सफर में!

Heal me and give me a new life

Someday just do this for me,

sit with me for sometime,
you may talk if you feel like,
but keep me on looking at me,

with love in your eyes,
and get deep into my soul,

find all the weeds of hatred
i have grown there for myself,

uproot them and burn them
with the fire of your love,

fill every void of my soul
whenever you see it empty,

so that I may never feel again lonely,
so that I am always with someone,

heal me and give me a new life,
renew me and make me like I was born.

Giving back

It is not necessary to reciprocate
in love in the same manner,

just see the mother Earth,
can it give light back to Sun, No

just see your own mother,
can you do what she did for you, No

yet everything who is in love
gives back, but often in a different manner,

earth by creating and sustaining life
to show it's love and joy,

children by taking care and by
keeping their parents head high,

so you need not to think that
words needs to be returned for words,

sometimes it would be good enough,
that you wait for me a while,

sometimes it would be good enough,
that you see me and smile,

sometimes it would be good enough
that you see me with love in eyes,

It is not necessary to reciprocate...

It will never die, it will never go cold

Today when I was searching my soul,
I found that my love is not new,
it is thousand and thousand years old,

probably when the Sun, the Earth
and the stars were born,

it kept on passing from
generation to generation over time,

it was same when in the Arabian deserts
I saw you walking in the form of Lyla,

it was same when in the mosque I saw
you reading lessons in the form of Sahiba,

it was same when I was sleeping in your
garden and you raised a whip to beat me
in the form of heer,

and it was same yet again when you
came every night to meet me on the banks of Jhana,

and it was same when we both died
wandering in the desert looking to meet again,

and it will remain same even when we are gone   
it may rest sometimes, but it will never grow old,
it will never die, it will never go cold.