Ghor andheron ke beech badalon mein chupa wo safed chand ho tum... jisey main ghanto takty thi hoon hazaron bezuban khamosh lafzon se guftagoo karty hoon, phir bhi nazar nahi hatty, na dil bharta tha ...
Samandar ke tatt par behty sahilon ki hawa ho tum ... Jahan narm reit par pair phaylakar sakoon se baith jau, to wo hawa mere ird gird lipatkar, bosa dekar, balon ko sehlakar, maathey ko choomkar pal bhar mein ghumm ho jaty hai...
Thake hue din ke baad, jab sham ko ek pyaali chai liye gar sard mausam mein tanha soch ke safar par nikal padu, to wo mere safar ke humsafar bantey hai, hath thaamkar, ungliyon mein ungliya parokar, dooja hath mere kandhey par rakhkar chaltey hai....aise mein main meelon door chalty jaty hoon ... jahan wo le jaye, na waqt ka hosh, na jagah ka, na manzil ka ...
Subah uthu to jaise muje koi pyarbhari nigaah takty rehty hai, jaise raatbhar wo sotey nahi, mujme khoye khoye se rehtey hai, aur jab karwat loon, to meri latton ko apni ungliyon se hauley se uthakar, meri palkon par apne hoton se maddham maddham phoonk maarkar badey naazo se uthatey hai ...
Isliye bhi koi yahan rukta nahi ...
Log kehtey hai mere dil par unka Saaya hai ...
ye to nahi janty ki sabki kahani kaisi hai ...kya sab bhi mere jese feel kartey hai ... bas mere dil mein jo aata hai...yahan par wahi aa jata hai...
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thats life yaar...it goes on....