juda hue hain bahut log ek tum bhi sahi ab itni baat pe kya zindagi haraam karen

rootha tha main bahut dinon se maan gaya lekin kaan pakad kar jab vo boli soree-voree sab

mat pooch ki kya haal hai meraa tere peeche tu dekh ki kya rang hai teraa mere aage

murli chhooti shank baja raas tajaa phir yuddh saja kya peeche kya aage hai sab kuchh radhe radhe hai

dar hai ghar men kaise bola jaayega chhodo jo bhi hogaa dekha jaayega main bas uskaa chehra padhkar jaaunga meraa paper sabse achha jaayega

sard ka mausam tha vo apne gaav se chalkar aati thii uske baalon palkon pe gir ke shabnam ithlaati thii bushraa lahjaa gaal gulaabi aur bahut kuchh tha lekin sabse zyaada mujh...ko uski bhuri aañkhen bhaati thii

तुम हो ज़ोया इश्क़ मेरा इस बनारस की तरह पर मैं कुंदन तो नहीं हूँ जो कलाई काट लूँ

dekhta main roz sar tan se juda hote hue haath men talwaar pakde hain KHuda hote hue

chal diya palat ke main ghar khumaar baaki hai kuchh sudhaar hai mujh men kuchh sudhaar baaki hai saath jo mere tha main qarz-daar sabka hooñ shukr hai KHuda mujhpe ik udhaar baaki hai

tu bataa kaise main KHud ko is tarah se baant luun ek chunna hai mujhe phir kyuuñ dahaai chaant luun vo gale lagkar mujhe rota hai shubh har baar to pahle ghussa kar chuka hooñ ab zaraa sa daant luun