Jism

tere badan ki khalaon mein aankh khulti hai hawa ke jism se jab jab lipat ke sota hun

tera khayal khwab khwab khalwat-e-jaan ki aab-o-tab jism-e-jamil-e-o-naujawan sham-ba-khair shab-ba-khair

tujh se juda hue to ye ho jaenge juda baqi kahan rahenge ye sae tere baghair

dahr ne dekha nahin us ki tarah mahr-badan khwab bhi aae to aankhen meri jal jati hain

main khwab dekh raha hun ki wo pukarta hai aur apne jism se bahar nikal raha hun main

wo kudte uchhalte rangin pairahan the masum qahqahon mein udta gulal dekha

ras aati nahin ab mere lahu ko koi khak aisa is jism ka paband-e-salasil hua main

ab jaan jism-e-khaki se tang aa gai bahut kab tak is ek tokari mitti ko dhoiye the couplet contrasts soul and body: the “earthy body” is felt as heavy, limiting, and worn-out. calling the body a “basket of soil” reduces it to mere matter, stressing its fragility and eventual return to dust. the speaker’s exhaustion hints at a longing for release from bodily burdens—an intimate meditation on mortality and detachment.

nazar to pher mere kaghazi badan ki taraf abhi ye zarb-e-musalsal se tar-tar nahin

banai ek hi donon ki surat kahish-e-gham ne guman hota hai tar-e-pairahan par jism-e-laghar ka

bachaen aabru jismon ki bhid mein kaise hai kholni girah-e-jaan magar kahan kholen