Friday, March 08, 2013

Farishton se safaai maante hain


Farishton se safaai maangte hai
Log sach ki gawaahi maangte hain

Apne khoon se arzaan kiye hain kalam ke karz
Ab log mujhse siyaahi maangte hain

Hum unse bhi wafaa ki aadat rakhte hain
Jo humse bewafaai maangte hain

Mohabbat kab hampe meherbaan tha
Ab to dard e dil bhi judaai maangte hain

Ranjh se yun shiddat si ho gayi hai
Ke ab dua me bhi duhaai maangte hain

Ek zindagi ke sivaa sab kucch to karz tha
Aur woh bhi yaa ilaahi maangte hain

Woh bhi ho jaata hum pe meherbaan
Ek hum hi rukhsat e maseehaii maangte hain

Dum ghut-ta tha zaahidon me
So hum mazhab se rihaaii maangte hain

Jaane log kyu maut se ghabraate hain
Hum to zindagi se rihaai maangte hain.. 

Thursday, March 07, 2013

Writing a Poem


The words drop onto the book,
Embers from burnt out cigarettes,
Coal marks on white pages,
And smoke out thoughts from the mind.
Tired fans whir above
Circling out the heat in slow, creaking whispers
The thoughts keep petering out
And I blow and blow again
They spark a little,
Burn a little,
Each burn hurts a little
I fill my pen and let it drip onto the page
Another letter, another word
and slowly the poem takes shape.