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Tumhary Dil Men,

May 26, 2014    Leave a comment

Bohat Bheerr Hai Naa Tumhary Dil Men, Chalo Sahib, Hum Nikal hi Jaty Hain..
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Mahboob aur muhabbat

May 24, 2014    Leave a comment

Ik Mehbob Laaparwah… Ik Muhabbat Bepanah… Dono kafi Hein Sukoon Barbaad Karny Ko…
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Mukhtasar Baat Ye Hai K

May 24, 2014    Leave a comment

Mukhtasa Baat Ye Hai K…. Tere Bina Zindagi Ki Samjh Nahi Aa Rahi…. :’(
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Sadiyon ki Jagi Aankhen

May 21, 2014    Leave a comment

Sadiyon Se Jagi Aankhon Ko Ek Bar Sulane Aa Jao Mana Ke Tum Ko Pyar Nahi Nafrat Hi Jatane Aa Jao, Jis Morh Pe Hum Ko Chor Gaye Hum Baithe Ab Tak Soch Rahe Kya Bhool Hoi Kyun Juda Hoye Bas Ye Samjhane Aa Jao, Har Lamha Teri Furqat Mein Hum Tarap Rahe Hum Taras Rahe Meri Mano Tum Is Dil Ko Kuch Pal Hi Behlane Aa Jao… Good Nite
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Haar Jane Ka Imkan

May 20, 2014    Leave a comment

Is Bar Meri Jang Hai Khud Apni Zaat Se Is Bar Har Jane Ka Imkan Hai Boht….
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Akhir Mery Hi Sath Kyun

May 17, 2014    Leave a comment

Kyun….? Pagal Pan Ki Sari Lakeeren Mery Hath Mein Kyun…? Jis Ko Chahon Main Hi Chahon Main Hi Chahon Kyun…?
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Tooty Hoye Ghar

May 17, 2014    Leave a comment

Matti Bhi Utha Lyte Hain Tooty Hoye Ghar Ki Girte Hoye Logon Ko Uthane Nahi Jate….
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Meri Zindagi Ka Sawal

May 14, 2014    Leave a comment

Usy Apni Zid Ki Fikar Thi Mujhe Apni Anaa Ka Kheyal Tha Na Mil Sake Hum Phir Kbhi Wo Humari Mohabbton Ka Zawal Tha Mery Liye Uska Sath Hi Sab Kuch Tha Uske Liye Ye Sab Mazak Tha Usy Bas Apni Manzilon Ki Fikar Thi Yahan Meri Zindagi Ka Sawal Tha
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Ye Kamyabiyan Izat Ye Naam Tum Se Hai

May 10, 2014    Leave a comment

Maa K Name.... Ye Kamyabiyan Izat Ye Naam Tum Se Hai Khuda Ne Jo Bhi Diya Makam Tum Se Hai, Tumhare Dum Se Hain Mery Lahu Mein Khilte Ghulab Mery Wajood Ka Sara Nizam Tum Se Hai, Kahan Basat Jahan Or Mein Kamsan_O_Nadaa Ye Meri Janat Ka Sab Ehtmam Tum Se Hai Jahan Jahan Hai Meri Dushmani Sabab Main Hoon Jahan Jahan Hai Mera Ehtaram Tum Se Hai…
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Meri Hasti B Jeise Teri Muhtaaj

April 28, 2014    Leave a comment

Meri Hasti B Jeise Teri Muhtaaj Ban Gai Ho “Wasi” Raat Tujhe Yad Kar Ke Sona Subha Teri Yaad Ke Sang Uthna, Gud Morning…
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Jism Us Ka B Meri Tarha

April 26, 2014    Leave a comment

Jism Us Ka B Meri Tarha Mati Ka Hy Phir Mera Hi Dil Us Ka Talab Gaar Kyun Hy….?
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Ye La ilaj Marz Kahen Jaan

April 22, 2014    1 Comment

Halat_E_Gham Mein Mubtla Hain Hum Ab Logon Ke Raviyon Se Ye La ilaj Marz Kahen Jaan Lewa Sabit Na Ho Jaye…
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Wo Mere Seene Pe Rakh Ke Sar

April 12, 2014    Leave a comment

Wo Mere Seene Pe Rakh Ke Sar Soya Tha Be-Khabar Ban K “Wasi” Hum Ne Dil Ki Dharkan Hi Rok Li K Kaheen Uski Neend Na Toot Jaye… Good Nite
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Mri Aankhon Pe Marta Tha

April 9, 2014    Leave a comment

Mri Aankhon Pe Marta Tha Mri Baton Pe Hansta Tha Na Jane Kaisa Shakhs Tha Wo Mujhe Khone Se Darta Tha Mujhe Jab Bhi Wo Milta Tha Yehi Har Bar Kehta Tha Yehi Baten Han Bas Us Ki Yehi Yaaden Han Bas Us Ki Mujhe Bas Hai Pata Itna Mujhe Wo Pyar karta Tha Mujhe khone Se Darta Tha
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Aksar Pagal Ho Jaty Hain

April 7, 2014    Leave a comment

Aksar Pagal Ho Jaty Hain….. Ishq Mohabbat Karne Wale Aksar Pagal Ho Jate Hain Aysi Aag Mein Jalne Wale Aksar Pagal Ho Jante Hain, Hum Unke Diwaane Kyun Hain Kasie Ye Samjhaen Tumko…? Unki Aankhen Takne Wale Aksar Pagal Ho Jate Hain Kho Detey Hain Hosh Jo Zahid Unko Tu Ilzam Na Dena Teri Ghazalen Parhne Wale Aksar Pagal Ho Jate Hain….

Founded in Chicago by Harriet Monroe in 1912, Poetry is the oldest monthly devoted to verse in the English-speaking world. Harriet Monroe’s “Open Door” policy, set forth in Volume I of the magazine, remains the most succinct statement of Poetry’s mission: to print the best poetry written today, in whatever style, genre, or approach. The magazine established its reputation early by publishing the first important poems of T.S. Eliot, Ezra Pound, Marianne Moore, Wallace Stevens, H.D., William Carlos Williams, Carl Sandburg, and other now-classic authors. In succeeding decades it has presented—often for the first time—works by virtually every major contemporary poet.

Poetry has always been independent, unaffiliated with any institution or university—or with any single poetic or critical movement or aesthetic school. It continues to print the major English-speaking poets, while presenting emerging talents in all their variety. In recent years, more than a third of the authors published in the magazine have been young writers appearing for the first time. On average, the magazine receives over 90,000 submissions per year, from around the world.
By 1912, when Harriet Monroe founded Poetry, the texture of daily and cultural life already felt recognizably modern: new building materials and methods produced the first skyscrapers, five million Americans went to the movies every day, and the boundaries of acceptability in art and music were being redrawn by the likes of Stravinsky, Schoenberg, Picasso, and Matisse. Monroe's response to these changes was not uniformly positive—when she saw Marcel Duchamp's 1912 painting, "Nude Descending a Staircase," at the New York Armory Show, she compared it to "a pack of brown cards in a nightmare or a dynamited suit of Japanese armor"—but she embraced the gesture of the dissident artists: "They throw a bomb into the entrenched camps, give to American art a much-needed shaking up." Painters and sculptors had answered the new century's challenge, discovering new forms of beauty and a fresh vocabulary. But American poetry remained stuck in the twilight of the nineteenth century and an exhausted Romanticism inherited from England:

As some dusk mother shields from all alarms
The tired child she gathers to her breast,
The brunette Night doth fold me in her arms,
And hushes me to perfect peace and rest.

These lines, from Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem "Night," are typical of the verse then sought after by American magazines and newspapers. When Poetry's first issue appeared in October 1912, the fifty-one-year-old Monroe could not have foreseen the magazine's impact. But it was exactly as if a bomb had exploded, and nothing would ever look, or sound, the same in American poetry again.
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