The Man…..

The winds were calm that day,
The sun still in its cradle,
Jogging along the usual path,
Music blasting in his ears,
He stopped for tea,
Who are you running from,
A voice had asked from behind him,
Someone too wise for his years,
Smiled at him,
The freckles on his face had their own stories,
A cigarette in one hand,
A cup of tea in other,
Sorry, I didn’t get you,
He answered,
The man smiled again,
Finished his tea,
Rubbed the cigarette on the floor,
One day you’ll have to stop running,
Run away,
Run to it,
Or let it stay,
The man got up,
Winked at him,
And jogged away……

दरिया

एक आग का दरिया है,
और डूब के जाना है,
कश्तियाँ हज़ारों हैं शायद,
पर शायद भीग के ही जाना है,
सहम सहम के कब तक चलेंगे जनाब,
यह इश्क़ का दरिया है,
और दूर किनारा है…..