Tum

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Han tum hi to ho,
subah ki thandi chadar ho tum
dopahar me jaali se chann ke aati maheen dhoop
barsaton me sham ke asmaa ki surkhi
sardi ki raton ka ghhana kohra, har taraf phaila hua,
mazboot, maujood.

garmi ka paseena bhi ho.kameez se lipat-ta.chichipata
bina bataye aai hui hasi bhi ho. bin bulaaye mehman
jaise hoton mein pasar ke baithi
khamakha ki musibat ho tum. na duur ho ki ehsas na ho.
na paas ho ki chhu lun.

najasat tabiyat ho tum, dum bhi khul ke na lene do.
beghairat umeed bhi ho, na munasib, na jaiz.

par khushnuma-paigam bhi ho, tumhe jane dun bhi toh
kaise?
jaise bhi ho, mere wajood bhi to ho.

An ode to love that’ll never be

An ode to love that’ll never be

.                                                         Separation. Estrangement. Chasms.
Lucky, they coasme after a union.

Oblivion. Limbo. Obscurity.
Once, they once held motion and remembrance.

Chastity. Continence. Rectitude.
How they hem a promise of promise?

What words for: a love that’ll never be.
Eternity?
Absoluteness?
Perfection?
Countless?

Eternity of lingering desires?
Absoulute-ness of despondency?
Countless twiddling nights?
Perfection of fissures in a dolorous heart?

Then why are springs more cherished then summers?
Twilights more loved than nights?
They come and go.
Don’t stay.
Don’t wait.
Dont’t quench the soul.
Immortal, is the thirst for their hold.
Like the love that’ll never be.
Is the love un-quenched forever to be.