Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain. 

Some of the wonderful works from Gulzar sab.

1) bolo kya tum

bas itna sa..mera

kaam karoge..?

mere jism par...ungli se

apna naam likhoge

bolo kya tum

bas itna sa..mera

kaam karoge..

aankhon se padh-padh ke

mere jism pe likhte rehna...

aankhon se padh-padh ke

mere jism pe likhte rehna...

saans baje gar zor se to

aawaz nigalte rehna..

halki-halki aanch pe bolo

dher sa pyaar karao.ge...

bolo kya tum

bas itna sa..mera

kaam karoge

haathon ke poro.n se jo bhi

tum mehsoos karaao..

haathon ke poro.n se jo bhi

tum mehsoos karaao

wahan-wahan tum hothon ki

ek moher lagate jaao

itna hi chup-chap bataao

kitna pyaar karoge...

hhmm..hhmm..

bolo kya tum

bas itna sa..mera

kaam karoge!

..mera

kaam karoge!

2)  Jahaan tere pairon ke kanwal gira karte the

Hanse to do gaalon mein bhanwar pada karte the

Teri kamar ke bal pe, nadi muda karti thi

Hansi teri sun-sun ke, fasal paka karti thi

(Everything beautiful revolved around you)]]

Chhod aaye hum wo galiyaan...
Chhod... aaye hum... wo galiyaan...

Jahaan teri eDi se dhoop uda karti thi

Suna hai us chaukhat pe, ab shaam raha karti hai

Laton se uljhi lipti ek raat hua karti thi

Kabhie-kabhie takiye pe, wo bhi mila karti hai

Chhod aaye hum wo galiyaan... 

Dil dard ka tukda hai, patthar ki dali si hai

Ek andha kuaan hai ya, ek band gali si hai

Ek chhota sa lamha hai, jo khatm nahin hota

Main laakh jalata hoon, yeh bhasm nahin hota

3) Maut tu ek kavita hai....

Mujhse ek kavita ka vadaa hai, milegi mujhko ...

Doobti nabzon mein jab dard ko neend aane lage

Zard sa chehra liye chaand ufaq tak pahunche ...

Din abhi paani mein ho, raat kinare ke kareeb

Na andhera ho, na ujala ho ...

Na aadhi raat, na din

Jism jab khatm ho aur rooh ko saans aae ...

Mujhse ek kavita ka vadaa hai milegi mujhko....

4)  kisi mausam ka jhonka tha

jo is deewar par latki huyi tasveer tirchhi kar gaya hai

gaye saawan mein ye deewarein seeli nahin thi

na jaane kyun is dafa inmein seelan aa gayi hai, daraarein pad gayi hain

aur seelan is tarah behti hai jaise khushk rukhsar par gile aansu chalte hain

ye baarish gungunati thi ... isi chhat ki munderon par

ye ghar ki khidkiyon ke kaanch par ungli se likh jaati thi sandeshein

bilakhti huyi si baithi rehti hai ab band roshandaron ke picche

dopaharein aisi lagti hain .. bina moharon ke khali khaane rakhein hain

na koi khelne wala hai baazi na koi chaal chalta hai

na din hoti hai ab na raat hoti hai ... sabhi kuch ruk gaya haiwo kya mausam ka jhoka tha jo is deewar par latki tasveer ko tirchhi kar gaya hai