mera kamra ba-zahir sada sa hai
halki zardi-mail diwaren

safed chhat
jis pe jami gard ki tah ne us ki safedi ko mand kar rakha hai

us mein do logon ka bistar aur
us ke ain samne do logon ke baithne wala matiyale se rang ka sofa pada hai

daen diwar par khidki hai
khidki pe parda nahin

yunhi aasmani se rang ki chadar latka rakhi hai
duniya to musafir-khana hai na

jaane kab rakht-e-safar bandhna pade
to kaun aaraish karta phire is sarae ki

bistar ki baen jaanib ek bada sa aaina hai
jo mere kamre ki sab se ajib chiz hai

us mein ek aks hai jo hu-bahu mere jaisa hai
jo mere batae bina jaanta hai ki main kya karne wali hun

kya bolne wali hun
main ye nahin jaanti ki use mere man andar ke haal ki bhi khabar hai

ya mahaz zahir ko jaanta hai
sach kahun

mujhe to wo khud apne aap se bhi anjaan lagta hai
jaane kyon wo meri naql karte kabhi thakta hi nahin

muskura ke dekhun to muskuraata hai
sawal karun to jawab nahin deta

balki khud bhi sawal karta hai
ghur ke dekhun to wo bhi ghurta hai

mere mathe pe shikan ubhre
tafakkur ya ghusse se

to us ka matha bhi shikan-alud ho jata hai
ek din ghusse mein main ne use gali di to us ne bhi turant gali bak di

hai na gustakh bad-lihaz
kal hi meri dekha dekhi wo bhi meri hi ek ghazal gungunane laga

to bahut pyar aaya mujhe us par
be-sakhta us ka matha chumna chaha to us ne mere labon pe lab rakh diye

mein bad-maza si ho kar pichhe hati
tab se musalsal dil mein ek arman machal raha hai

ki kash main apne aks ka matha chum sakun