Aaj achanak almari se ek kitab jhank rhi thi
Mano keh rhi thi
K kitne dino se tumne mujhe padha nahi
Mere kisson ko khul kar jiya nahi
Meri kahaniyon ko kabhi pura kiya nahi
To phir kya tha maine vo kitab nikali
Pane dar pane usko palat-ti rahi
Kuch pannon pr dhool jami thi
Aur kuch bilkul safed kore se the
Kahin hasi thahake to kahin gumsum yaadein thi
Kuch kisson me maa ka pyar
To kahin uski fatkar bhi thi
Vo bhai behan k sath ki hui mastiyan
Aur phir jawani ki vo shaitaniya
Sab yun hi dobara samne aa gye the
Kisi kagaz par dar chupa tha
To kisi par sabse khas yaadein thi
Har panna dusre se behtar ho rha tha
Kuch pannon ki kahaniya abi b adhuri hai
Shayad waqt jate jate vo bhi puri ho jayengi
Zindagi ki ye kitab bhi ajeeb hoti hai
Jis panne par ho vo pasand nahi aata
Aage ke pannon ko padhne ki khwaish rehti hai
Aur piche ke panne to bas dhundli yaadon me kho jate hai
Har panna khas ho ye zaroori to nahi
Magar har panne par ek ehsas ho ye zaroori hai
Zindagi ki iss kitab ka acha ya bura hona zaroori nahi
Zaroori hai to bs uske har kisse me khud ko khush dekhna