suna hai tum manon mitti tale aaram karti ho
tum aur aaram na-mumkin

suna hai maut se bhi aakhiri dam tak ladai ki
mujhe malum hai tum kitni ziddi thin

qasam in khurdure hathon ki
main jin mein qalam pakde hue hun

nihayat be-imani se
tumhein har bar main tum se chura kar nazm bunti hun

kahani kadhti hun
aur sab se jhut kahti hun

ki sare harf mere hain
suna hai jis ghadi duniya mein main aai

tumhin ne shahd bhi mujh ko chataya
reshmi ungli se kajal bhi lagaya tha

wo pahla shahd ka qatra
mere sheron mein ras ban kar mahakta hai

to mujh par dad aur tahsin ki barsat hoti hai
wo kajal reshmi ungli se jo tum ne lagaya tha

meri aankhon mein aisa nur laya
ki jo neki badi mein khatt-e-fasil khinch deta hai

tarai ke bahut chhote se qasbe ke
kisi khamosh aangan mein

mujhe tum dudh chawal
chand ki mithi katori mein khilati thin

to rani ketki wali kahani bhi sunati thin
kabhi tum apne pahlu mein lita kar

aasman ke nit-nae asrar samjhatin
wo dekho

kahkashan kahte hain jis ko ye haqiqat mein
nabi-ji ki sawari ke qadam ki dhul hai sari

kabhi tum dil-nashin aawaz mein lori sunati thin
magar main bhi tumhaari hi tarah ki ek ziddi thi

mujhe kab nind aati thi
tumhaari reshmi ungli pakad kar main

anokhi kahkashaon ke safar par chal nikalti thi
anokhi kahkashaen jo gali kuchon mein bikhri thin

wo ek na-bina budhiya
jis ke tute jhonpade mein

shab ki tariki mein tum ja kar
niwala apne hathon se khilati thin

mohalle mein koi bachcha jo aadhi raat ko rota
to tum bechain hi rahti thin jab tak ho na aati thin

tumhein bachchon se aur bachchon ko tum se ishq tha goya
kaha jata hai tum dushman banane mein bhi mahir thin

haris aisi
ki kam qimat koi malbus nazron mein na lati thin

ghani aisi
ki ek luqma na marzi ke khilaf apne uthati thin

raunat aur darweshi
tumhaari zat ke ek mantaqe par aan milte the

shikayat ranj bimari
ye wo alfaz the jin ko

lughat se apni kharij kar diya tha jaane kab tum ne
suna ye hai tumhein quran bhi achchhi tarah padhna na aata tha

magar main ne to ye dekha
gali ke kitne hi aawara kutte dum daba kar baith jate the

tumhaari ek summun aur bukmun ki tilawat se
tumhaare hath ke mithe malide mein

jo dargahon ki khushbu thi
main likhna chahti hun to

simat kar jazb ho jati hai kaghaz mein
tumhaare pople honton ka nazuk kham

ek aisa harf-e-abjad tha
jise jitna main padhti hun

nae asrar khulte hain
rupahli jild ki afshan bikhar jati hai kaghaz par

kabhi qirtas par tum jhurriyon mein jhilmilati ho
hamesha ki tarah se mithe mithe muskuraati ho

to apne khurdure hathon ko main hairat se takti hun
suna ye hai tumhein likhna na aata tha

tumhaare hath ki kapde ki gudiya
aur gulabi rang ki mitti ki chidiya

lafz ban kar jab bhi kaghaz par chahakti hain
main chaalaki se hansti hun

chalo achchha hai logon ko yahi malum hai ab tak
tumhein likhna na aata tha