Glass Landscape

Kishwar Naheed

abhi sardi poron ki pahchan ke mausam men hai

is se pahle ki barf mere darvaze ke aage divar ban jaae

tum qahve ki pyali se uthti mahakti bhaap ki tarah

meri pahchan kar lo

main abhi tak sabz huun

munh-band ilaichi ki tarah

main ne aaj tumhari yaad ke kabutar ko

apne zehn ke kabuk se azad kiya

to mujhe andar ki patavar dikhai di

chand puura hone se pahle tum ne mujhe chhua

aur baat puuri hone se pahle

tum ne baat khatm kar di

jankari ke bhi kitne dukh hote hain

bin kahe hi talkh baat samajh men aa jaati hai

achchhi baat ko dohrane ki sai

aur buri baat ko bhulane ki jidd-o-johd men

zindagi biit jaati hai

barf ki divar men

ab ke main bhi chunva di jaungi

ki mujhe aag se khelta dekh kar

danish-mandon ne yahi faisla kiya hai

main tumhare paas leti hui bhi

phuljadi ki tarah sulagti rahti huun

main tum se duur huun

tab bhi tum meri lapton se sulagte aur jhulaste rahte ho

samundar sirf chand ka kaha manta hai

sar-e-sham jab suraj aur meri ankhen surkh hon

to main chand ke bulave pe samundar ka kharosh dekhne chali jaati huun

aur mere pairon ke niche se ret nikal kar

mujhe be-zamin kar deti hai

pair be-zamin

aur sar be-asman

phansi par latke shakhs ki tarah ho ke bhi

yahi samajhti ho

ki munh-band ilaichi ki tarah abhi tak sabz ho