Hai Raat Sitaron Se Raoshan

Hai Raat Sitaron Se Raoshan
I guess this piece stems from the feeling of bracing ourselves to leave behind all that we once deeply cared for in our beloved XL.
I only hope this sentimental creation will instill a cheerful note in our batch, as it has undoubtedly done in me.
Here’s to finding a new meaning for life…
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Suraj pe matwali chhayi
Ab saanjh dhale to dhala kare,
Hai raat sitaaron se raoshan
Ab chaand chhipe to chhipa kare

Ab dil ki dhadkan goonj rahi
Paeron mein thirkan aan basi,
Dil-phenk zamaane se keh do
Koi dard uthe to utha kare
Insaaf karega kya koi
Ab yaad karega kya koi,
Yaadein to meri apni hain
Koi bhool chale to chala kare

Geeton ki goonj suni maine
Nainon ki chot bahut dekhi,
Tadpaati magar lajaati si
Palkon ki oat bahut dekhi,
Koi geet baje, koi chot lage,
Ab preet sahe to saha kare,
Koi palak uthe, koi nayan chale,
Ab khoon bahe to baha kare


Nadiya mein ek chali naiyya
Lehron ki raah bahut dekhi,
Anjaan pawan tha ya shayad
Kar di nadiya ne andekhi,
Pyasa paani mein khel gaya
Kya pyas bujhi, ye kaun kahe,
Maajhi saahil pe laut gaya
Ab laher chale to chala kare

Hairaan zamaana ho na ho
Ye khel puraana ho na ho,
Ho labon pe sannata chahey
Dil ek nishana ho na ho,
Ab hava mein khushbu baagon ki
Ek phool girey to gira kare,
Parwane ka dil dol gaya
Ab shama jale to jala kare

Suraj pe matwali chhayi
Ab saanjh dhale to dhala kare,
Hai raat sitaaron se raoshan
Ab chaand chhipe to chhipa kare

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Anonymous said…
Nice one Man!!
very meaning ful and well composed!
9:22 AM
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