diary roz bulati hai mujhe likhne ko
ek muddat se koi sher nahin likkha hai

mere sine mein bhi ek dard utha jata hai
teri yaaden bhi bahut zehn mein chillati hain

pen kaghaz main lun
aur koi naya sher likhun

baith jata hun so main diary apni le kar
misre likhta hun

mitata hun
main phir likhta hun

phenk deta hun phir un misron ke kaghaz ko main gola kar ke
phir mere kamre se

aahon ki sada aati hai
dekhta hun

to wahi sare adhure misre
dustbin mein pade dam tod rahe hote hain

main pas-o-pesh mein pad jata hun
us lamha tab

aur samajh mein nahin aata hai mujhe itna bhi
main ke shaer hun koi

ya ke koi qatil hun