Maps of the heart — its cities, ruins and quiet rooms.
Every poet draws the same heart differently.
tum mere paas hote ho goya
jab koi doosra nahin hota
asar us ko zara nahin hota
ranj raahat-fizaa nahin hota
wo jo hum mein tum mein qaraar tha tumhein yaad ho ke na yaad ho
wahi yaani waada nibaah ka tumhein yaad ho ke na yaad ho
ik muamma hai samajhne ka na samjhaane ka
zindagi kaahe ko hai khwaab hai deewaane ka
har nafas umr-e-guzashta ki hai miyyat Fani
zindagi naam hai mar mar ke jiye jaane ka
duniya meri bala jaane mehngi hai ya sasti
main khud bhi to nahin apna khareedaar zindagi
har raat ke aakhir mein chhupi ek sahar hoti hai
thaki aankhon mein bhi koi nayi dopahar hoti hai
main apna shahr chhoR aayi par shahr na chhoR saka mujhe
har khwab mein vahi gali vahi ghar vahi dar hota hai