ek ehsaas..waqt ki ranjish se mehfus...
kisi ankahi gumnami mein jame hue andaaz ke tarah...
chubtha hai har roz..ek khalish ki tarah..
dil doobta hai us naasoor se chak zakhm ko dekhkar...
aur asksar woh zakhm
phir se zinda ho jaata hai...
wok ek mausam..jisse ruh se laga ke rakha tha..
kisi sukhe hue gulab ki tarah...
kitabo ki tehrir mein saja rakha tha...
yaado ki kaid mein band...
yaka yak kabhi...ek khula parinda ho jaata hai...
aur hawa ka rukh...jo sailab liye...
aakhon ke kinaro ko tatolta hai...
nashtar sa chamkta hai har aks..
sahil pe to dam tord deta hai aksar..
par yuhi kabhi kabhi beh jaata hai bekhli ke saath....
aur phir apni he nazron mein
khud sharminda ho jaata hai...
yun to dhakel chuka hai 'aurak'..
khud ko kisi viran rah pe ek anjaan manzil ki taraf..
chup sa rehta hai...zakhmo ko chupaye....
ik laash sa...ek khaamosh saaman ki tarah aksar..
par jo kabhi teri yaad aa jaye...
behak jaata hai us din hosh..
jaane kyu phir ek darinda sa ho jaata hai..
jaane kyu phir ek darinda sa ho jaata hai...
woh naasoor zakhm..phir zinda so ho jaata hai..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem