Rishton ki mala pirote-pirote hum khud bikhar gaye,
Anjaano ko panha dete-dete, aaj khud be-panha ho gaye.
Jin zakhmo pe lagaya tha malham humne sukoon ki khatir,
Wahi zehar bankar, dil mein ab naasoor ban gaye.
Taarefonke wo alfas jo lagta tha gulab ki pankuhuri honge,
Kaanon mein wo ab bikhare khaanch ki tarah chubne lage.
Bhari mehfil mein hase, par aankhone ne kabhi saath na diya,
Apno ke beech baithe rahe, mage sav begane se lagne lage.
Pata nahi kis talaash mein nikle the hum ghar se ek din,
duniya ko dhndhe-dhundhe, afsos… ki hum khud ki kho gaye.
Ab jo bikhar hi gaye hain, toh khuf ko naye tareeke se sawarenge,
Bheed nemin bhi alag se chamkein, khudko esa aisa nikharenge.
Asr mein agar ne thoda dard diya hai zaroor,
Ab isi khalish se ek nayi tasveer unharenge.
Wo choot gayi thi kahani adhoori kahi,
Unhi panho me ek nayi sarguzasht sawarenge.
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