Aansoon

katoon sey lipat-ney ka shauk maloom hota hai...
aankhon ko bhigoney ka shauk maloom hota hai...
kya dil ka dard kam tha rulaney key liye...
ab jamaney ka dard bhi nasseb hota hai...

chaltey hua rahoon mein humko..
najaney kitney badnassebon ka saath mila...
kuch ko muskurahat baant aaye hum toh...
magar unka gum ab humarey saath kyun hota hai...

qaasid tera saaya tujh ko ek din mita jayega..
cheekhon aur siskiyoon mein daba jayega...
ab toh jagah bhi nahi apney dil mein baaki..
jahan dekho apni khushiyan hin rakeeb hoti hain...
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© ABHISHEK KUMAR-(QAASID)