MiTTi Se Ek Mukalima

man kahti hai

jab tum chhoTe the to aise achchhe the

sab aabaad gharon ki maen

peshani par bosa dene aati thin

aur tumhaare jaise beTon ki KHwahish se

un ki goden bhari raha karti thin hamesha

aur main tumhaare hone ki rahat ke nashe mein

kitni umren chur rahi thi

ek ek lafz mere sine mein aTka hai

sab kuchh yaad hai aaj

ki main ek umr nigal kar baiTha hun

umr ki aaKHiri sarhad ki banjar miTTi

jab se man ke honTon se girte lafzon mein kanpti hai

meri sans taDap uThti hai

us ke miTte naqsh mere andar

kohram si ek taswir bane hain

zindagiyon ke khokhle ban par

aansuon lipTi hansi mere honTon pe larazti rahti hai

achchhi man

umr ke chalte sae ki tazlil mein

tere lahu ke ras ki lazzat

tere ghurur ki sari shaklen

un raston mein miTTi miTTi kar aaya hun

pathrili saDkon pe apne hi qadmon se

KHud ko raund ke guzra hun

mere lahu ke shor mein teri

koi bhi pahchan nahin hai

teri ujli shabih kuchh aise dhundlai hai

tujh se wasl ki aankh se

binai zail hai

main tere dardon ka mara

teri hi surat mein bhi

ek jiwan haara