Ye Raat

ye raat hai ya hayat hai pul-e-siraat hai

andhere mein lamhon ki tez dhaar par chale hue

halki aankh malte hue

lahuluhan qadam

lekin kaT kar girte hain nahin

karte bhi nahin

zaKHmi pair liye abhi aur kitni dur chalna hai

malum nahin

is raste ki sarhad

hamesha nazdik dikhai deti hai

lekin nazdik pahunchte hi madum ho jati hai

aur hum ek aur rasta

ek aur rahguzar ubhar aati hai

shayad yahi manzil bhi hai aur yahi rasta bhi hai

shayad yahi is zindagi ka sahil bhi hai

ki hum chalte rahen

KHamosh ya phir chillate ya gate hue

KHud apne aap ko koi git koi naghma

sunate hue

gane wale bhi hum sunne wale bhi hum

hamari duaen bhi thi

hamari zaban se nikal kar hamare

dil tak hi jati hain

dil agar sun le to duaon mein asar aa jata hai

na sune to hum hath upar uTha kar niche giraate rahte hain

aur rote rahte hain

is raat ke andhiyare mein

khile hue zaKHmon ke phul bhi hamare

hamari aahon ke kanTe bhi hamare

hum tumhaare tum bhi hamare

KHushiyan bhi apni gham bhi hamare

is phul aur dhul se nikal jaane ke baad

pul-e-siraat se phisal jaane ke baad

taqdir sambhal jaane ke baad

jab aankh khulegi

to koi phulon ki bich hamari muntazir na hogi

hamari nindon mein

koi hansta hua KHwab nahin aaega

hamare hathon mein koi gulab nahin aaega

hamare samne koi baam-e-sharab

aur banhon mein koi shahab nahin aaega

aaega to

ek muhib sannaTa

ek lambi KHamoshi

ek na sunai dene wali aawaz

ek na dikhai dene wala KHala

jis mein na hum hain

na hamara saya hoga

na hone ka ilm

na hone ka ehsas

ek aisa lamba pul

jis ki kahani hum apne dusre shahr mein bhi

suna na paenge

hum wahan se lauT kar

dobara yahan aa na paenge