mere pas raaton ki tariki mein
khilne wale phul hain

aur be-khwabi
dinon ki murjhai hui raushni hai

aur binai
mere pas laut jaane ko ek mazi hai

aur yaad
mere pas masrufiyat ki tamam tar ranga-rangi hai

aur be-manawiyat
aur in sab se pare khulne wali aankh

main aasman ko odh kar chalta
aur zamin ko bichhauna karta hun

jahan main hun
wahan abdiyat apni girhen kholti hai

jangal jhumte hain
baadal baraste hain

mor nachte hain
mere sine mein ek samundar ne panah le rakkhi hai

main apni aag mein jalta
apni barishon mein nahata hun

meri aawaz mein
bahut si aawazon ne ghar kar rakkha hai

aur mera libas
bahut si dhajjiyon ko jod kar tayyar kiya gaya hai

meri aankhon mein
ek girte hue shahr ka sara malba hai

aur ek mustaqil intizar
aur aansu

aur in aansuon se phul khilte hain
talab bante hain

jin mein parinde nahate hain
hanste aur khwab dekhte hain

mere pas
duniya ko sunane ke liye kuchh git hain

aur batane ke liye kuchh baaten
main rad kiye jaane ki lazzat se aashna hun

aur pazirai ki dil-nashin muskurahat se
bhara rahta hun

mere pas
ek aashiq ki waraftagi

dar-guzar aur be-niyazi hai
tumhaari is duniya mein

mere pas kya kuchh nahin hai
waqt aur tum par ikhtiyar ke siwa?