Aaj chali hai kuch gustakh hawayein, tere rukh ko chhuke mujh tak pochchi hai

Phir wahi din lauta do jab fursat hua karti thi...

Mujhko apni jaan banaake, roz mujhpe marti thi...

ye ishq nahīñ āsāñ itnā hī samajh liije

ik aag kā dariyā hai aur Duub ke jaanā hai

Din mahine saal ginta hu,

kuch badalta nahi. Phir ek din sab badal jaata hai.

Kyun badal jaata hai?

Meri zubaan urdu hoti toh qasam se baat ban jaati, hatheli mein chaand hota aur meri raat bann jaati..

Apni qalam se likh dunga apna khaalipan, raat toh hone do, chai ka cup khaali ho jaega aur shabdon ka mela lagega, zara raat toh hone do...

Asal mein, mein kaisa hu yeh mein kisi ko nahi bata ta. kya tum batate ho?

iss dil ko ab bahr ki duniya dikhaayi nahi deti...

Zikr uska mujhmein kuch aise shaamil hai, jaise urdu mein tehzeeb hoti hai...