Man arafa nafsahu

raushni ki ek nannhi si lakir
mere kamre ke andhere ka badan

chupke chupke TaTolti hai
jis tarah habshi hasina ke Dhale

sandal ke se
aabnusi jism ke aasab mein

tez sui ki achanak ek chubhan
sarsaraate sanp ki manind dauDati hai KHun

jhanjhana uThte hain sare tar-o-pu
aur phir aahista aahista kahin

zer-e-sath-e-jaan-o-dil
ye talatum

ruk ke so jata hai
yani

azhdar-e-asuda-KHatir ki tarah
KHwab-noshin ke uData hai maze

phir bhi lekin
ek ghubar-e-intizar

mere kamre ki faza mein
misl-e-ab-e-siyah raushan hai

jaise tariki KHud apni tah tak
pahunchne ko bechain ho

is liye
raushni ki is angusht-e-be-rahm ka

KHair-maqdam kare
azhdar-e-asuda-KHatir ko jagae

dard ye hai
mere kamre ka andhera kabhi ek bar musaKHKHar nahin ho pata

naqsh-e-tarik munawwar nahin hone pata
koi gosha

kabhi raushan
kahin gosha koi

ujle kapDon ki qataron se laTakte hue injir ke KHoshe
rakh ke Dher

ghalazat ke kuen
sone chandi ke damakte hue phal

raushni
ya tez sui

ya talatum
jo bhi ho tum

tirgi ko is tarah se munqasim
tum jo kar dete ki diwaron ka rang

saf khil uThta to apne ko bhi in mein munakis main dekh leta