me us kitaab ka kahani hu,
jo phele pannno me pheeka,
bich me gayab,
aur aanth me adhura lagta hai
par me phir bhi bikta hu
mujhe appni qismat par nhi,
un logo pe bharosa tha,
jinhone qaabil banne se phele,
meri qabiliyat par bharosa kiya tha.
jaani, log se jyada toh mene shahar badle hai,
mujhse ye pucho mera dil kaha hai ghar nhi.
mere dil ka aek tukra, kahi kho gya tha,
saala pta chala, ghamand ne chupa kar rakha tha.
pyaar chini ki tarah hoti hai,
zyada mithi bhi acchi nhi lagti.
likhte likhte me aakhri panno pe aa pahucha tha,
mujhe dhyan aya, wo toh koi dusri kitaab padh rhi thi.
Phirse agaya uske shahar me,
Maaf kijiyega, haamare shahar me.
kahani khatam hoti hai,
pyaar nhi.
pyaar kiya nhi jata,
usse mehsus karna hota hai,
jaani, kiya toh kaam jata hai,
tabhi toh bolteh hai kaam khatam hua.
kisne kaha, darwaza band karne se,
koi aandar nhi aasakta,
me toh har raat, darwaza band karta hu
phir bhi kuch log andar reh jaate hai.
hum rote haste isiliye rehte hai
kyuki hume chahne wale hote hai,
jinka koi nhi hai,
kabhi unhe rulake, aur hasake dikhao.
mene kisiko kuch salah di,
thode der me pta chala,
khudse hi baat kiya tha mene,
par bade hone ke baad.
mene us din akela hona mehsus kiya,
jis din mujhe apne logo ko jalte dekhna pada,
aur me bas wha khade unhe jalte dekh saka.
Agar aapke bina bhi wo kaam ho sakta tha,
toh kya kar rhe ho insaan banke.
log bolte hai kaafi chup rehte ho,
Aek waqt tha, kahani me
ye sochte scohte ki kya likhu
kisine kitaab hi jala di.