Jab meray paas they tum.

And now I can't even imagine writing something like this. The poet inside me have certainly died.

Jab meray paas they tum,
mein ne kai baar ye socha, tum se,
aankh mein bikhray huwe khuwab ka ahwal kahoon,
kesay kat tay hain, meray roz-o-mah-o-saal kahoon,
faislay aur amal mein lekin,
ik dewaar jo sadiyoon se khari hai,
mein bhi us pe rozan hi bananay ki tak-o-do mein raha,
sai hai bekar tamannay ki qalam ro mein raha,
ab jab tum bichray hu tu,
din raat meray dil mein ajab waham sa rahta hai,
ke jesay mein ne hunhi,
ik khouf ko dewaar bana rakha tha,
dil ko ik nukta-e-parkaar bana rakha tha,
sochta hoon agar mein ne,
kabhi tum ko is khuwab ka ahwaal sunaya hota,
tu bhala kia hota?
had se had tum meri batoon se khafa ho jatay,
ik dam maskhar ki hansi hans ker,
juda hu jatay.