Diwane

Unke naram zubaan se 

Aise lafz nikle,

Ki phoot pade hai 

Khayalon ke gubbare.

Hoton se aise teer

Cahalaye hai jaise

Khamosh zakmo pe

Thande angare.

Shaitan bhi tik na

Paye, Lazawab,

Hai unke tej

Nigaahe.

Hum toh phir bhi

Insaan hai..

Ek jhalak kaafi thi..

Fana hai..

Hum pagal diwane.

Social media

Zhakm ke bazaar mein

Naaptol ke dard 

Becha ja raha hai.

Gaye the hum bhi,

Kamaye huye,

Kuch ghaav leke.

Kacche aam ki

Keemat shayad koi

Nai karta waha.

Shayad, achaar

Dalna padega. 

Anjaan

Woh kaun hai jo

Jo sapnon mein aake

Hakeekat mein

Gayab ho jate hai.

Aine mein dikh kar,

Parichayi chod jate hai. 

Woh kaun hai jo

Dimag pe sawar

Dil pe nishan

Chod jate hai.

Khule bazaar mein

Khwaab dikha ke,

Baad mein marichika 

Ho jate hai. 

Kash woh tum hote.

Ya khud hum.

Lekin ye koi

Aur hai. 

Anjaan toh hai

Jaroor..

Lekin pata nahi

Kyu.

Jaan pehechan 

Se bhi lagte hai. 

Khayal

Woh aaye,

Hame le jaye.

Phir se ek aur 

Khwaab dikha ke,

Chand pe hame

Kaid kar de.

Sitaro ke hawa

Ka shab 

Unke hathon se 

Pilaye aur unke 

Pyar ka izahar kare.

Aur hum yun hi

Pigal kar,

Aasman se 

Barish sa barsaye.

Haye,

Ye mehenge 

Mehenge khwahishe..

Unki yadon mein

Doob jaane ki aadatein.

Kya kare..

Kya kare..

Iss taraf hai tanhai

Ki khayi. Uss taraf,

Nachti hui, meri

Bigade kalam ki

Rang bhi rangi shahi. 

Hamare toote

Kashti ki hakeekat

Ka pata hai hume..

Phir bhi..

Phir bhi..

Dil behalane ke liye.

Khayal accha hai

Ghalib.

Ummeedein

Dil ki baat,

Dil mein nai rehti.

Mann ke pinjare 

Mein bandh rehti nahi.

Teri nazar ki

Bansuri chalti rahi,

Purane ghavon pe

Waar badta gaya.

Thi talash 

Ummeedon ki.

..

Bhook mithi nahi,

Pyaas bhuji nahi..

Jis Roshni ke 

Talash mein,

Hum tere gali mein

Phirse chale aaye the.

Waha shaam ho 

Chuki thi.

Bound Freedom

Ae azaadi bhi,
Kati patang jaise hai...

Manjhe se chutkara
pane ki khusi toh hai jaroor..

Lekin hawa ke isharo pe
nachne ka khayal,
hamesha chubta rahta hai..

Translation-
 

“This freedom is like a cut loose kite.

Sure there's happinesses of getting rid of the thread.

But the thought of dancing to the commands of the wind keeps on pricking me”.

Khoye hue hai..

Soye hue hai.
Khwabo ke bistar pe,
Khoye hue hai.

Daudate, kuchalate,
Naachte aur jhoomte,
Khayalo ke patang ko
Door udte dekte....

Khoye hue hai.
Khwabo ke bistar pe,
Soye hue hai.

Translation-

I'm alseep.
On a dreamy bed,
I lay dead and  lost.

Running, jumping,
Dancing and swinging,
Watching the kite of
My thoughts fly in the distance.

I lay dead and lost,
On the dreamy bed of mine,
I'm fast asleep.