Notable Ghazals/songs
- Ae husn-ae lala faam
- Apne Dhun Mai Reheta Hun Mai Bhee Tere Jaisa Hun
- Apni Tasveer Ko Aankhon Se
- Arz-e-gham say bhi faida tou nahain (Poet: Raees Warsi)
- Awaargi
- Baharon ko Chaman
- Barsan Lagi Sawan Bundiya Raja
- Chamakte Chand Ko Tuta Hua Tara Bana Dala
- Chhup Chhupa Ke Piyo
- Chupke Chupke Raat Din (Poet: Hasrat Mohani)
- Dil Buk Buk Ahro
- Dil Jala Ke Mera Muskuraate Hain Woh
- Dil dhadakne ka sabab ( Poet: Nasir Kazmi )
- Dil Mein Ek Leher Si Uthi Hai Abhi (Poet: Nasir Kazmi)
- Fasle Aise Bhi Honge
- Hadaff-e-Gham na kiya sing-e-mallamat nay mujhay (Poet: Raees Warsi)
- Heer
- Hum Tere Shahar Mein Aaye Hain
- Hum To Kitno Ko Mehzabeen Kehte Hain
- Humko Kiske Gham Ne Mara' ( Poet: Masroor Anwar )
- Hungama Hai Kyon Barpa
- Itni muddat baad mile ho
- Jin ke honton pe hansi
- Kabhi neki mein mujhe
- Kachhi Deewar Hoon Thokar Na Lagana
- Kaisi Chali Hai Abke Hawa
- Kal Chaudhvin Ki Raat Thi (Ebne Insha)
- Kal Raat Bazm mein jo mila
- Kehte Hai Mujhse Ishq Ka Afsana Chahiye (Qamar Jalalabadi)
- Khuli Jo Aankh
- Khushboo Gunche Talash Karti Hain
- Khushboo Jaise Log Mile
- Ki Pucchde Ho Haal
- Kiya Hai Pyaar Jise
- koi humnafas nahi hai
- Main Nazar Se Pee Raha Hoon
- Mariz-e-muhabbat unhi ka fasana (Poet: Qamar Jalalvi)
- Mehfil Mein Baar Baar (Agha Bismil)
- Mera Kya Tha Tere Hisaab Mein
- Ni Chambe Diye Bandh
- Patta Patta Boota Boota (Poet: Meer Taqi Meer)
- Paara Paara Huan Pairaahan-e-jaan (Poet: Syed Razid-e-Ramzi)
- Rabba Mere Haal Da
- Tak Patri Waaleya Lekh Mere
- Tumhare Khat Mein Naya Ik Salaam
- Woh Kabhi Mil Jayen To
- Woh Jo Hum Mein Tum Mein Qarar Tha (Poet; Momin Khan Momin)
- Yeh Batein Jhooti Batein Hain
- Yeh Dil Yeh Pagal Dil (Poet: Mohsin Naqvi)
- Zakhm-e-Tanhai Mein Khusboo-e-Heena Kiski ThiDeat 15 nov 2006 in pakistaan
Read more about this topic: Ghulam Ali (Ghazal Singer)
Famous quotes containing the words notable and/or songs:
“a notable prince that was called King John;
And he ruled England with main and with might,
For he did great wrong, and maintained little right.”
—Unknown. King John and the Abbot of Canterbury (l. 2–4)
“O women, kneeling by your altar-rails long hence,
When songs I wove for my beloved hide the prayer,
And smoke from this dead heart drifts through the violet air
And covers away the smoke of myrrh and frankincense;
Bend down and pray for all that sin I wove in song....”
—William Butler Yeats (1865–1939)