Tere Naam

Sathi ye tere naam
Mere Alfaazon ki udhedbun
Ye aadhi raat ka jalta hua chand
Tere naam

Mere tanhayi ki siyaahi
Se likhe hue khat
Jinpe ashqon ki cheetein hai
Ye rangon ki keechad
Tere naam

Wo duphairein jo bachpan mein guzar gayi
Shaamein jo abhi aayi nahin
Aur ek wo subha ka laal sooraj
Jo saath dekha tha humne
Tere naam

Mere dard bhi tere naam
Aur wo raatein jo maine soke kaat di
Unke khwaabon ki roshni
Wo bhi tere naam

Tere khaali haathon ka khalipan
Teri awaaz mein chupa ruasa sa pal
Apni zulfon mein pehna hai maine
Mere kaakulon ke jangal
Jo tere hijr mein jal rahe hain
Unke jugnuon ki chamak
Tere naam

Wo samundar ka kinara
Jispe hum Kabhi mile nahin
Uspe aati hui lehron ki jumbish
Patharon ki cheekhein, jinpe
Waqt ke thapedo ki tarah padta hai paani
Unke geele jism
Tere naam

Dost, Azeez, Anjaan Aadmi

Mujhe nazmein kehna Acha lagta hai
Aksar dar jaate hain log
Alfaazon ki tapish se

Acha lagta hai kehna
Ke tumhe na dekhun
To rooh fana hojayegi
Acha hai
Sachcha nahin

Pagle
main to bas ek shayar hun
Meri zindagi mein naye log nahin
Nayi nazmein aati hain
Aur aise hi saans aati hai mujhe

Ab wo chauraha hai
Jahan chahe to koi baith jaye
Na chahe to apni raah jaye
Main akeli Hi baithi hun
Ab aisa shayad mushkil hi hoga
Ke tu jaaye aur main tere peeche chal dun

Yaqeen nahin manoge tum
Aise samajh aate ho mujhe
Jaise taaron ka banna
Kaise bante hain, pata hai
Kyun, pata nahin

Tumhara dar
Tumhari jhijhak
Tumhara gussa
Tumhari nafrat
Tumhare dil mein bhara hua pyaar
Jispe jaane kiska naam hai
Sab utar aate hain akhon mein meri

Par main nahin jaanti
Agar mere andar itna zabt hai Ab
Ke tumhe seene se laga lun
Aur is tarah se tumhara maatha chumu
Ke tum jaan jao
Ab bhi hai koi tumhare Yaqeen ke qaabil
Itne araamse uthaun tumhare tukdon ko
Itne pyar se jodun tumhare dil ko
Tamanna hai meri

Kya bulaun tumhe
Dost, azeez, anjaan aadmi
Mere Toote dil ko bhi to koi jode
Mere dar ko bhi to koi jaane
Meri tanhayi ka koi to humsafar bane

Sun Rise

I met a man in the hills

He was in pain, I could see

I could see through his frenzy

and the cold day he carried within

He came from a time before

Before the world was small

His hair was wavy

and smile real

I wanted to look in to his eyes

but I was scared 

Terrified that I would see

some colour of despair

I wanted to hold his hand

but he was busy strumming

As the sun rose in to the red blues

he sang yellow to me

He is special

we all know that

his light

we all can see

but the brighter he burns

the darker his nights must be

So full he is

of the little that he knows 

A child he will always be

And breathless he leaves me 

when he begins to talk

I have a sudden urge

to kiss his mouth shut

and run my fingers

through his old world hair