us ne itni kitaben chaat dalin
ki us ki aurat ke pair kaghaz ki tarah ho gae
vo roz kaghaz pe apna chehra likhta aur ganda hota
us ki aurat jo khamoshi kadhe baithi thi
kaghazon ke bhunkne par sartre ke paas gai
tum rambo aur freud se bhi mil aae ho kya
saifu meri saifu mirabai ki tarah mat bolo
main samajh gai ab us ki ankhen
keats ki ankhen hui jaati hain
main jo sohni ka ghada uthae hue thi
apna naam laila bata chuki thi
main ne kaha
laila majme ki baten mere samne mat dohraya karo
tanhai bhi koi chiiz hoti hai
shakespeare ke daramon se chun chun kar us ne thumke lagae
mujhe tanha dekh kar
sartar freud ke kamre men chala gaya
vo apni theory se gir gir padta
main samajh gai us ki kitab kitni hai
lekin bahr haal sartre tha
aur kal ko majme men bhi milna tha
main ne bhiid ki taraf ishara kiya to bola
itne saare satron se mil kar tumhen kya karna hai
agar ziyada zid karti ho to apne varis ‘shah’
hiir sayyal ke kamron men chale chalte hain
sartre se istiara milte hi
main ne ek tanqidi nashist rakkhi
main ne aadha kamra bhi badi mushkil se hasil kiya tha
so pahle aadhe freud ko bulaya
phir aadhe rambo ko bulaya
aadhi aadhi baat puchhni shurua ki
john donne kya kar raha hai
second hand shairon se najat chahta hai
choron se sakht nalan hai
dante is vaqt kahan hai
vo jahannam se bhi farar ho chuka hai
us ko shubha tha
vo khvaja-saraon se ziyada der muqabla nahin kar sakta
apne pas-manzar men
ek kutta musalsal bhunkne ke liye chhod gaya hai
is kutte ki khaslat kya hai
biyatarche ki yaad men bhunk raha hai
tumhara tasavvur kya kahta hai
satron ki tasavvur ke lihaz se
ab us ka rukh goete ke ghar ki taraf ho gaya hai
baaqi aadhe kamre men kya ho raha hai
ladkiyan
kya harf chun rahi hain
istiare ke lihaz se
haram ke bachche gin rahi hain
ladkiyon ke naam qafiye ki vajh se
sartre ziyada nahin rakh pa raha hai
is liye un ki ghazal chhoti pad rahi hai
zamin ke lihaz se naqqad
apne kamron se ukhadne ke liye tayyar nahin
lekin unhon ne vaada kiya hai
saare thinker ikatthe honge
aur bataenge ki society kiya hai
aur kyuun hai
vaise havaon ka kaam hai chalte phirte rahna
dur-andesh ki aankh kaisi hai
cigarette ke kash se badi hai
vo ghade se patthar nikal kar gin rahe the
aur kah rahe the main is ghade ka baani huun
chaae ke saath ghibat ke cake
zaruri hote hain
aur chughal-khori ki kitab ka dibacha
har shakhs likhta hai
zabanon men bujhe tiron se maqtul zinda ho rahe hain
bada iblagh hai
society ke chehre pe vo zaban chalti hai
ki ek ek bande ke paas
kitabon ki riyasat bande se ziyada hai
riyasat men
maharaniyon ke qisse ghadne par
ilm ki badi milti hai
bill ke sada-kaghaz par
ilm likh diya jaata hai
taaza daryaft par
har fard ki mutthi garm hoti hai
pahle ye batao jhujhune ki tarikh-e-paidaish kya hai
main koi naqqad huun jo tarikh dohrata phirun
kisi ka kalam padh lo
tarikh malum ho jaegi
tumhari ankhon men aansu
‘mir’ ki kitab ka dibacha likhna hai
ye kis ki patti hai
naqqad bhaai ki
ye kis ki aankh hai
mujhe to saifu bhabhi ki malum ho rahi hai
aur ye haath
ghalib ka lagta hai
bakte ho
zar ki amaan paun to bataun
jitne naam yaad the bata diye
lekin tumhara tasavvur kya kahta
main dum hilane ke siva kya kar sakta huun
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