iJunoon Archives |2015 | April

Tere ghum ko jaan ki taalash thi,
Tere jaan nisaar chale gaye
Teri rah mein karte thay sir talab,
Sar-e-rehguzaar chale gaye
Teri kaj adai se haar k
shab-e-intezar chali gayi
Mere zabt-e-haal sey rooth kar
mere ghumgusar chale gaye
Na sawal-e-vasl na arz-e-ghum,
na hikaytein, na shikaytein
Tere ahad mein dil-e-zaar ke
sabhi ikhtiyar chale gaye.
Yeh humi the jinke libaas par
sir-e-ru siyahi likhi gayi
Yahi daagh thay jo saja k hum
sir-e-bazm-e-yaar chale gaye.
Na raha junoon-e-rukh-e-wafa,
ye rasan, yeh dar, karoge kya
Jinhein jurm-e-ishq pe naaz tha,
woh gunahgaar chale gaye

Answering Machine!
A sardarji, having bought a new phone with the latest model of answering machine had to disconnect it the very next day.
He was very disturbed when he heard his friend say, abey, phone utha ke bolta hai ghar pe nahin hoon.

Jo Suna,Jo Kaha,
Jaany Do
Ik Sapna Hi Tha
jaany do,Jaany Do

Tera milna bhi kia, jase mosam gia
chaand kahny laga
na kaho
jaany do, jaany do

aana jana tera lagta hai,
fasana tha
tum se milna batain kerna
bahana tha
wohi hai wo nadiya
wohi chandni
mager jaan e janaa
kaheen tum naheen
kaheen tum naheen
kia kaheen,kia kaheen
tuu naheen ,kuch naheen

sarey waday tere yaad hain wo mujhe
chaand kahny laga
na kahoo
jaany do,jaany do

sab se rishta torr k
hum ne tumhain chaha tha
rasta jiss pe saath ho
wo rasta apnaya tha
wohi hai wo khirki
wohi bail thii
muhabat tumhari bhi
ik khail thi
ik khail thi

kia kaheen ,kiyaa kaheen
tuu naheen kuch naheen

phool khiltay bhi hain,loog miltay bhi hain
chaand kahny laga
na kaho
jaany do, jaany do

teri maa ko






tere baap ko







tere bhai ko









teri behan ko






teri khala ko






tere sare khandan ko







EID MUBBARAK ........

True story:

A girl and a boy were on a motorcycle, speeding through the night. They Loved each other a lot.....

Girl: slow down a little.. I--m scared..
Boy: No, it--s so fun..
Girl: please.. it--s so scary..
Boy: Then say that you love me..
Girl: Fine..I love you..can you slow down now?
Boy: Give me a big hug.. (The girl gave him a big hug)
Girl: Now can you slow down?
Boy: Can you take off my helmet and put it on? It--s uncomfortable and
it--s bothering me while I ride.
The next day, there was a story in the newspaper. A motorcycle had crashed into a building because its brakes were broken. There were two people on the motorcycle, of which one died, and the other had survived. The guy knew that the brakes were broken. He didn--t want to let the girl know, because he knew that the girl would have gotten scared. Instead, he was told the last time that she loved him,got a hug from her, put his helmet on her so that she can live, and die himself.....

Kisi Lerki Say Mat Kehna
K Us Se Pyar Kertay Ho
Agerchey K Be Dhayani Main
Yeh Iqrar Ker Bethay
Kisi Se Pyar Ker Bethay
To Phir Wadoon Ki Dooron Main
Ualajh Ker Toot Jao Gay
Tumharay Pyar Ka Us Ko
Ager Ehsaas Ho Jaye
To Ho Sakta Hai Tum Us Ka
Rang-O-Roop Ban Jao
Mohabbat Kay Safar Main Shayad
Aaisa Morr Aajaye
Kay Tum Narazgi Ka
BerMila Izhaar Ker Bethay
Koi Inkaar Ker Bethay
To Yeh Samjhoo Koi Sheesha,
Koi Dil Toot Jayay Ga
K In K Dil Bohat Nazuk,
Bohat Kumzoor Hotay Hain
Kisi Lerki K Dil Ka Tootna Bhi
Mout Hoti Hai
Kise larkii se na kehna
K Us say Pyar karte ho

santa singh finds himself in dire trouble. His business has gone bust and he--s in serious financial trouble. He--s so desperate that he decides to ask Bhagwan for help. He goes into the temple and begins to pray. Oh Bhagwan, please help me, I--ve lost my business and if I don--t get some money, I--m going to lose my house as well, please let me win the lotto. Lotto night comes and somebody else wins it. The Sardarji goes back to the synagogue. Bhagwan, please let me win the lotto, I--ve lost my business, my house and I--m going to lose my car as well. Lotto night comes and the Sardarji still has no luck!! Back to the temple... My Bhagwan, why have you forsaken me?? I--ve lost my business, my house, my car and my wife and children are starving. I don--t often ask you for help and I have always been a good servant to you. Why won--t you just let me win the lotto this one time so I can get my life back in order???. Suddenly there is a blinding flash of light as the sky parts open and the Sardarhi is confronted by the voice of the God: SARDARJI, BUY A DAMN TICKET

rooz taaron ki numaaish mein khallal parta hai
chaand pagal hai! andhere mein nikal parta hai

ek deewanaa musaafir hai meri aankhon mein
waqt be waqt thahar jataa hai chal parta hai

apni taabeer k chakkar mein mera jagta khwaab
rooz sooraj ki tarah ghar se nikal parta hai

rooz pathar ki himaayat mein ghazal likhte hain
roz sheeshon se koi kaam nikal parta hai

uski yaad aai hai saanso ! zara aahista chalo
dharkanon se bhi ibaadat mein khalal partaa hai

Santa Singh was seen going to the same movie everyday for a week. So Banta asked him one day: Arre ..yaar, kyon itni acchi lagi kya, ki roz har show ke liye aa rahe ho?. Santa replied with a bit of embarassment on his face: ..heh ..heh ...Ek scene hai - jahan ek ladki apne sare kapde utar deti hai lekin thabhi ek saali train saamne se nikal jati hai. Saali train kabhi na kabhi to late aayegi - .. heh .. heh