Canteen ka woh Kona

Ek kone me mein tha.. who thi dusre kone mein..

Mein iss se anjan tha.. aur woh bhi thi anjane mein..

Aaj tak uss se hum ne kabhi baat tak naahi ki hai

Kaise kahun? shabd bhi apne undar sharmaaye se gaye hai

Jheel ki ankhon se jub woh sambhal ke dekhti hai..

Maan karta hai uss shaant si jheel me naav banke tair jaau..

Uun gulabi hoton pe jub komal si muskan aati hai..

Maan karta hai uss muskan ke takiye tale khayalon mein kho jau..

Hathon ki naajuk kalai se jub woh apne reshmi julphon ko sehlati hai..

Maan karta hai uun reshmi julphon ki gehrai me khud ko duba jau..

Uski tarrif mein kya kahu, shabd kum paadh rahe hai..

Baas itna samzhlo usko paane ke baad aur kuch bhi paane ki "tamanna" nahi hai ;)

Usse milne ka, izhaar karne ka bohot maan karta hai..

Par kambkth kya karu usske inkaar ke tension se jee ghabra jata hai..

Aaj kal uske hi Khwabon mein khoya hua rehta hoon..

Bheed mein bhi kabkth aapne aap ko aakela paata hoon..

Kuch to 'unusual' sa hua hai.. Jo pehle kabhi naahi mahsus kiya..

Maan kehta hai bohot hui purani zindagi kabhi to baan ke jee naya..

Lekin pata naahi mere iss sukhe nassib ke matke mein kya likha hai..

Registan mein kuwa to dikh gaya.. baas aub usme jeevan (pani) ki hi talash hai..

Lekin ye engineer ki zindagi bhi bade aajeebo gareeb khel rachti hai..

Zindagi bhar khubsurat chehre dikhake... sirf "dead lines" ko hi paane ko kehti hai.. sirf "dead lines" ko hi paane ko kehti hai..

- rbk