Dil to abhi bhara hua

Aur tum hasne ki baat karte ho

Dil to hai toota hua

Aur tum ab dil lagane ki baat karte ho

Jindagee ke halaat hai kuch aise

Ki kuch keh aur kar nahee sakta

Tadapta hai dil har dum

Par kuch kissi ko keh nahee sakte

Duniye ne na jaane jakham diye hai kitne

Aur tum humme dil lagane ki baat karte ho

Khwab to humne bhi dekhe te kabhi

Par milli humme bas parchahiya

Talaash to thee humme mehfil ki

Milli humme bas tanhaiya

Har taraf bus ab to mazbooriya hai

Aur tum mehfil me aane ki baat karte ho

Aakh hai abhi bhi bhara bhara

Aur tum muskurane ki baat karte ho

Dil to hai abhi toota hua

Aur tum dil lagane ki baat karte ho

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.

This was sent to me by one of my friends , i have liked the wordings of the poem .. hope you all will also like it.

regards

Chahat ki mehfil mein dil laga kar hum bhi dekhege,
Teri rooh ko apna banakar hum bhi dekhege,

Tum se jo kaha hai khawabo mein hum ne,
Use haqeekat mein bayan kar hum bhi dekhege,

Jis phasane ko aankhon se khete rahe hai hum,
Unhi lafso ko hotho peh lakar hum bhi dekhege,

Suna hai woh insaan hi kya jisne pyar na kiya ho,
Chupke se hi sahi dil na diya ho,

Pyar woh jazba hai jo pathar ko pigla de,
To hum bhi is pathar se dil laagkar dekhege,

Zaroori nahi ki tum badle mein hame pyar karo,
Khudi-Khud ko tum par mitakar hum bhi dekhege

I loved her for that she was beautiful;
And that to me she seem'd to be all Nature,
And all varieties of things in one:
Would set at night in clouds of tears, and rise
All light and laughter in the morning; fear
No petty customs nor appearances;
But think what others only dream'd about;
And say what others did but think; and do
What others dared not do: so pure withal
In soul; in heart and act such conscious yet
Such perfect innocence, she made round her
A halo of delight. 'Twas these which won me;—
And that she never school'd within her breast
One thought or feeling, but gave holiday
To all; and that she made all even mine
In the communion of love: and we
Grew like each other, for we loved each other;
She, mild and generous as the air in spring;
And I, like earth all budding out with love.

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He may still leave thy garland green.

The wondrous moment of our meeting . . .
I well remember you appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.

In hopeless ennui surrounding
The worldly bustle, to my ear
For long your tender voice kept sounding,
For long in dreams came features dear.

Time passed. Unruly storms confounded
Old dreams, and I from year to year
Forgot how tender you had sounded,
Your heavenly features once so dear.

My backwoods days dragged slow and quiet—
Dull fence around, dark vault above—
Devoid of God and uninspired,
Devoid of tears, of fire, of love.

Sleep from my soul began retreating,
And here you once again appear
Before me like a vision fleeting,
A beauty's angel pure and clear.

In ecstasy the heart is beating,
Old joys for it anew revive;
Inspired and God-filled, it is greeting

The fire, the tears , and love alive

But alas, it is all dreams

I woke up and not find u near me

Take this kiss upon thy brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, to dream
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

kabhi is nagar kabhi us nagar

laayenge unko dhund kar

mai aur mari aawargee

Ek din milli ek ajnabee

tan bhi haseen jaan bhi haseen

phir yu hua woh kho gayee

to mujhko jid si ho gayee

laayengee unko dhund kar

Mai aur meri aawagee

Hum bhi abaad the

mashgul the dilshaad the

magroor the azaad the

phir yu hua woh kho gayee

to mujko jid see ho gayee

nikle jalaa kar apna ghar

layeengee unko dhund kar

Mai aur meri awaargee