Jab bhi tera hona
chand ban jata hai..
Mera jism
dharti ban jata hai
sote khwabon ke chehre pe
chand ki ungliayn ghum ghum kar
ek ruhani chehra bana deti hai,
jaise ki hawaon ne
osh odh liya ho,
jaise ki neend ne
kahani pahan li ho,
jaise ki jisp pe
aakash lapet diya ho...
phir ...
ek tooti hui
subah ki aawaz se hi
ek-ek parat girne lagti hai
hawa ... dhuan ...
chehra ... nisha.n
Tum ho bhi.... Aur nahin bhi...
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