Poet Name: Aalok Shrivastav

tumhare paas aate hain to sansen bhiig jaati hain mohabbat itni milti hai ki ankhen bhiig jaati hain tabassum itr

ye sochna ghalat hai ki tum par nazar nahin masruf ham bahut hain magar be-khabar nahin ab to khud apne

ye aur baat duur rahe manzilon se ham bach kar chale hamesha magar qafilon se ham hone ko phir shikar

thiik hua jo bik gae sainik mutthi bhar dinaron men vaise bhi to zang laga tha pushtaini hathiyaron men sard

roz khvabon men aa ke chal dunga teri nindon men yuun khalal dunga main nai shaam ki alamat huun khaak

ye aur baat duur rahe manzilon se ham bach kar chale hamesha magar qafilon se ham hone ko phir shikar

mujhe sire se pakad kar udhed deti hai main ek jhuut vo sachche subut jaisi hai main roz roz tabassum

vahi angan vahi khidki vahi dar yaad aata hai akela jab bhi hota huun mujhe ghar yaad aata hai miri

tu vafa kar ke bhuul ja mujh ko ab zara yuun bhi aazma mujh ko ye zamana bura nahin hai

kisi aur ne to buna nahin mira asman mira asman tire asman se juda nahin mira asman mira asman ye