hum ne socha ab shikasta ghar muqaffal nahin ho sakte
kiwadon ke baghair

achchhe kiwad achchhi imarat ke baghair
hum ne kuchh kali tijarat se kamai ki

udhar kuchh jangalon ke chor apne yar the
lakdi kharidi aur kiwadon aur kadiyon mein ghadi

naqshe banae aur diwaren chunin hum ne chhaten dalin
nai tamir ko har rang ki har art ki dhaj di

phir apni soch aur ehsas ki raana nazar-afroz
taswiron se kamron ko saja kar aaine ke samne aae

aur ek fankar ki nakhwat se baalon ko bikhera
aur chehre ko banawat di

yahi chehra hamare sath cigarette phunkta
sadkon pe phirta hotelon mein chae pita tha

zamane bhar ki gappen hankta tha
lekin us sach ki sada us mein muqaffal thi jo us ke ahd ka sach tha

wo gunga tha
kiwadon ki tarah apne makan mein apni taswir ki surat hum muqaffal the

aur ab jab shahr mein badhte dhamakon ne
makan larza diya hai tod dale hain kiwad aur maskh kar dali hain taswiren

hamein ye dukh hai hum khud mein muqaffal kyon hue the
jabr ki badhti hui miad mein

sabr ki shafqat bhari budhi duaen kyon nahin
hum ne khud par kyon khala ke fasle lambe kiye

sach ki khamoshi ke mujrim kyon bane
chup gawara kyon hui

baat gunge ka ishaara kyon hui
hum agar lab kholte

kuchh dusre bhi bolte
kuchh dusre bhi bolte