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.. 

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.