Nikame se hum

Udas badan

Aur waqt ki maar se

Nidhaal hasratian liye

Jab

Kai saal baad

Apni pathrai aankhon mai

Maazi ki yaadon key

Kuch jugnu liye

Mai ussey

Milne gaya to

Wo kehne lagi

“Kuch karte bhi ho ki ab bhi nikame ho?”

Nude Oppressor

I must striptease

My memories in front of you

You must frisk

 The pockets of my soul

Only then

My torturer

My oblivious oppressor

You’ll get to know

The depth of my pain

Is not the measure

Of the tenacity of my soul

Laajawaab

Maine kaha:

Tumse milne ke baad

Meri rooh key tamaam goshe

Tumhari khamoshiyon se

Bhar jaatey hain

Mai unhe tanhayon ke lamhon mai

Apni palkon se kaat kaat kar

Ek chota sa rumaal bun leta hun

Aur fir apne chehre pe daal deta hun

Ussey tumhare hone ki

Sondi sondi khushboo aati rehti hai

Jaanum

Tumhare paas bhi

Aisa koi rumaal hai kya?

Usne kaha:

Mere paas to

Puri chadar hai pagley!