koi agar poochta ye hum se, batatay hum gar tu kia btatay
bhla ho sb ka k ye na poocha, k dil pe aesi kharash kion hay

na fikr koi, na justaju hay, na khwab koi na aarzoo hay
ye shkhs tu kb ka mr chuka hay, tu be.kafan phir ye lash kion hay?

Ajj Din Vehre Vich

Ajj din vehre vich
Yadaan waala khes paa ke
DukhaN diyaN marchaaN sukhaun de, ni maaye!

Akhiyaan nu sooha rang
Changa bada lagda ae
Eh de naal dil parchaun de, ni maaye!

Meri bad-naamiyaaN te baer bhari beriyaaN ne
BeriyaaN da mul koi naa..
RasmaaN rawaajaN di ghulail de nishaane utte
Kali kali meri jaan maaN

Roki da ni watteyaN nu
Lahu waali mehndi mainu
Sar vich chaukhi saari
Paaun de, ni maaye!

Bujh gaye chiraag saaray
Chann guchh-muchh hoya
Khaali ae banera shookda 

Aaunda nahi jawaab koyi
Ohde aasamaana vichon
Ajje teek meri hook da 

...haaye!

Hijraan de kaale sag
Mere utte bhaunk de ne
Lagda ae mainu eh
Siyaaunde ni maaye haaye

Ajj din vehre vich
YaadaaN waala khes pa ke
DukhaaN diyaaN marchaaN
Sukhaun de, ni maaye!
Akkhiyaan nu sooha rang
Changa bada lagda ae
Eh de naal dil parchaun de, ni maaye!

Ajj din vehre vich

Translated
In the courtyard today, O mother
Let me spread out the chequered shawl of my memories
And lay out on it, for drying in the sun, the red peppers of my sorrows
To my anguished eyes, this bridal red
Appears really lovely
So let me gain some joy, O mother, from these peppers if nothing else
Tales of my dishonor are like berry-filled jujube trees
People bandy my name about as freely as they pick berries
Before the slingshot of unjust customs and traditions
I stand as the sole target, O mother
There’s no stopping the stones being hurled at my head
Let my steep my hair well, O mother
In the henna of blood
All the lamps have become extinguished
The moon has become all crumpled up
The ridge of yearning’s roof is desolate
Till this day, the heavens above have never granted a response
To my anguished sighs and pleadings
The black dogs of separation’s misery bark at me
Seems like the fail to recognise me and instead think me a stranger

Band Muththi

"suno sister!

kabhi ye apni ankhain kholti bhi hain?

kabhi kuch bolti bhi hain?"

"nahi sahib!

mukammal taur pr ghayab hain ye giyara mahinoN se

yehi ik dhonkni hay saans ki, jo chalti rehti hay

..... ye taar-e-zindagi ab toot he jaye tu behtar hay.

najanay kis trha ye seedhi muththi band kr li hay

buhat koshish ki sb nay, pr natija kuch nahi nikla

mujhay lgta hay in ki jaan hay is band muththi main"

......

wo apna thar-thrata hath us muththi pe rakhta hay

aur ik namkeen qatra, band muththi pr tapakta hay

havaas-e-khamsa k sakat samandur mein 

kahin pr lehr uth.ti hay

larazti ungliyan ik doosray se baat krti hain

ulajhti saaans ki awaz madham hoti jati hay

wo muththi khulti jati hay

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. — Anaïs Nin

Khaka: Humdard

subh saveray
main apnay ghar se nikloon
bus stop pr
tum aik nazar mujhko dekho
aur main apna rasta kho kr
teray humrah ho jaoon
tum jahan murro, mein murr jaoon
tum jahan ruko, mein ruk jaoon
tum phir chal do, mein bhi chal doon
jitna tez chalain hum dono
rasta utna lamba ho
hum dono k beech main
ik chup ho aur ik saya ho
kabhi tapti sarrak
kabhi nehr kinaray
ghanay darakhtoN k saye mein
tum aagay aagay
mein seher zda si peechay peechay
sham dhalay aur rastay saray
dhundlay parr jaein
tum mujhko aata dekhtay ho
aur apna raasta naaptay ho
phir raat k saaye gehray ho jaein
basti, jungle dhundlay rastay
sb peechay reh jayein
bas rait he rait ho
aur raigistaan k ain wast main
nakhlistan se thorra pehlay
tum ruk jao
main girtay parrtay tum tk puhanchoon
tum aik nazar meray ristay pairon ko dekho
phir mujhse poocho
"itni azeeyat kion leti ho?
ye samnay tu mera ghar hay,
tum apnay ghar ko kion nahi jati?"

Ab tum ja sktay ho

Kuch batein tu insan khud se b chupata hay. Doosron se kehna ho tu aur bhi sochna parrta hay. Pr tum ne tu kuch socha he nahi. Sabhi kuch keh dala. Wo sb bhi jis k baad kuch baaqi nahi bachta. Khamoshi bhi nahi.
Ab tum ja sktay ho.