hawa lahron pe likhti hai to pani par tahrir karta hai
ki hum farzand-e-adam ki tarah sab naqsh-gar hain

ahl-e-fan hain
zindagi takhliq karte hain

sitara tut jata hai
magar bujhne se pahle apni is jagmag ibarat se fana par khanda-zan hota hai

main mit kar bhi aane wale lamhon mein darakhshan hun
jo patta shakh se girta hai

qirtas-e-hawa par daeron mein likhta aata hai
ki shakhon par tadapte dosto

agli bahaaron mein mujhe phir lautna hai phutna hai tutna hai khak hona hai
magar wo khak jo ashjar ki man hai

wo kaunda jo ghata par sabt kar ke dastakhat apne
ba-zahir ja chuka hota hai

chhup kar dekhta hai
kis tarah tarikiyon mein zalzale aate hain

manzar jag uthte hain
wo jaan jo pas-e-dar kitne barson se tanha hai

ek sahifa hai
kabhi suraj ki kirnon mein use dekho

to puri kaenat is mein mujassam paoge aur jhum jaoge
kitaben padhne wale to na manenge

magar az-khak-ta-aflak jo kuchh bhi hai wo tahrir hai
alfaz hain erab hain nuqte hain shoshe hain kashen hain daere hain harf hain jin mein tilism-e-zindagi

asrar ka izhaar karta hai