Free Urdu Shayari Examples

I did not choose you, ishq does not ask, It arrives like evening, uninvited and sure. Now every lamp in this city Burns in the shape of your door.

They say the moth is foolish for the flame, I say the flame is lucky to be seen. Let me be foolish, let me burn, At least I will have been.

Your name is the only prayer I have never had to learn. It sits on my tongue like a habit, And waits for its turn.

The wine of your glance, one sip, And the whole tavern went dim. I have been sober for years since, And still drunk on him.

Ishq is not a garden, my friend, It is a desert that sings. You walk in for the song, And stay for the thirst it brings.

I asked the mirror who I was, It showed me your face instead. Since then I have not asked again, The answer is in my head.

Ask not what I gained from loving you, Ask what I gladly lost. Sleep, reason, the name I was born with, And I would pay again the cost.

You left, and the evening did not notice, The crows still came, the tea still brewed. Only one chair learned the news, And it has been quiet since, subdued.

Separation is a slow ink, It spreads through every page. By the time I reached your last letter, The whole book had turned your shade.

The caravan left at dawn, they say, And took the dust with it. I am the one footprint that stayed, Waiting for wind to visit.

Between your city and mine There is one road and a hundred excuses. I have walked the road a thousand times, In dreams, where nothing loses.

You took your things, but not the scent, It stayed in the curtain fold. I do not wash it, I do not air it, Some absences I keep to hold.

They ask how long since you went, I say the clock is still deciding. For everyone else it has been a year, For me it is still that evening, hiding.

The candle you lit is still burning, I replace the wax every night. A foolish ritual, I know, But the room needs some of your light.

You said nothing, and I understood, That is how far we had come. Words were for strangers, For us, silence was the drum.

There is a silence that heals, And a silence that bleeds. Yours was the second kind, And the wound still reads.

I wrote a hundred letters and sent none, The paper knows my full confession. Silence is a loud thing When it is your only possession.

Ask the night what I told it, It keeps its word, it will not say. The quietest friend I have, And the only one who stayed.

Khamoshi is not the absence of speech, It is a language with fewer lies. I learned it late, I speak it now, Mostly with my eyes.

The moon and I have an understanding, It does not ask, I do not tell. We sit through the watch together, Two silences that know each other well.

You wanted answers, I gave you quiet, Not because I had none to give. Some truths are too heavy for a voice, And too honest to let live.

Fate wrote the script, I read it aloud, Stumbled on every second line. Now I improvise the rest, And the audience seems fine.

Life is a borrowed lamp, they told me, Return it clean when you are done. I have burned it at both ends, And called the burning fun.

I asked the sky for a sign, It sent rain, then sent sun. Maybe that was the answer, Both come, and neither is the one.

The world is a caravanserai, Everyone here is passing through. So why do we build such walls Around a night or two?

Every breath is a coin from a purse Whose size nobody has told. Spend them on something warm, Before the purse gets old.

Grief and joy are two guests Who use the same front door. I stopped locking it long ago, Let them come, there is room for more.

Do not envy the river its speed, It is only running to disappear. Be the stone in the riverbed, Still, and always here.

The cup is empty, the night is not, Pour me the hour instead.

They buried my letters with the rose, Both still smell of what I said.

I set my heart on the scale of the world, It weighed less than one of your sighs.

Ask the lamp why it trembles, It has seen what the moth denies.

I gave the beloved my mirror, Now I see myself only when she looks.

The dust of your street is my perfume, The rest of the city is just books.

Every heart has a locked room, Mine keeps the key on your side.

I called it patience for years, It was only pride, well tied.

Ishq mein khamoshi bhi ek zubaan hai, Jo samajh gaya, wahi asli mehmaan hai.

Judaai ki shaam kuch aisi thehri hai, Har chiraag tere naam se jalta hai.

Tanha hoon magar udaas nahi, Teri yaad ka saath kuch kam bhi nahi.

Dil ke veeraane mein ek diya rakha hai, Us par tera naam likha hai, bujhta nahi.

Khamoshi se pooch mera haal, Woh sab jaanti hai, kehti kuch nahi.

Ishq ka ilzaam sar pe le liya, Ab jo bhi saza ho, manzoor hai.

Zindagi ek udhaar ki shaam hai, Isse tere naam pe guzaar dena hai.