chhoti nazmein...

mitti ka harek mukhauta
ek pyas se bana hota hai…

andhere ki patli chadar pe
jab aawazien girti hain
to mitti ka ek aur darwaza khul jata hai…

aane do abhi chand
ki gumsum si ye raat kate…

gir jane do thoda aaftab
ki gumsum si ye raat kate...

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Ye aakash...
Mujhko ek baat bata de

kaise itni khamoshi se dharti soti hai...
kaise itni khamoshi se puri raat bita leti hai....

Mujhko bhi wo hunar sikha de...
Mujhko bhi kuchh khamoshi de de...

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hai andhera bhi aur hai dhuan...
na saya koi deewar pe dikhta hai...
hai itni khamosi ki
meri sanson ka shor sunai deta hai...

khamoshi....

musalsal khamoshi !!!!

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Divas ki parchhayi se
jab kabhi
Jism andhera hota hai….

darwaja band karne ka vaqt hua hai

vastra badalne ka vaqt hua hai

khwaisho.n ki sham hone vali hai
arpan karne ka vaqt hua hai….

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Sinne mein aisi ek gahri si aawaz
jaise koi andhere mein
sannate ke bechho-beechh
shankh-naad karta ho...