ba-zahir tum ko lagta hai ki sab kuchh pas hai mere nahin hamdam main sab kuchh chhod aaya hun usi kachche makan ke upri kamre ki diwaron se lipti chand taswiron ke rangon mein jo ab tak sans leti hain wo tahriren kitaben aur tanhai ki baaten sab usi kamre ke nile carpet par aaj bhi waise padi hongi main jaise rakh ke aaya tha wo cigarette ka dhuan wo qahqahe wo tash ke patte wahi shatranj ke mohre jo bashinde the us chhoti si duniya ke usi kamre mein zinda hain usi kamre mein zinda the