yah ek ajeeb subah thee
jo likhana chaahoon, likh nahin pa raha tha
jo sochana chaahoon, soch nahin pa raha tha
soojh nahin rahe the mujhe shabd
kaama, halant sab gairhaazir the.
mainne khol die smrtiyon ke saare dvaar
apane bheetar ke saare nayan khol die
das dvaar, chaudah bhuvan, chauraasee lok
ghoom aaya
dharatee gagan milaaya
phir bhee ek bhee shabd mujhe nahin dikha
kya khata ho gaee thee, kuchh samajh mein nahin aa raha tha
dheere-dheere jab main is shaak se ubara
aur ruk kar sochane laga
to samajh mein aaya
ki yah shabdon ka ek mahaan vidroh tha
mere khilaaf
ek mahaan golabandee
ek chetash pratikaar
kaaran yah tha ki
main jab bhee shabdon ko jodata tha
vaaky banaata tha
main unaka apane lie hee upayog karata tha
apane baare mein likhata rahata tha
apana karata rahata tha gunagaan
apana sukh gaata tha
apana dukh gaata tha
apane ko hee karata tha gauravaanvit
ajab aatmakendrit, aatmarati mein lipt tha main
shabd jaanate the ki yah vrtti
ya to mujhe taanaashaah banaegee
ya kar degee paagal bekaar
aur shabd meree ye donon hee gati nahin chaahate the
shabd vaise hee mahasoos kar rahe the ki
mere bheetar na pratirodh rah gaya hai
na pyaar
na paagal preranaen
at: shabdon ne ek mahaan naayak ke netritv mein
mere khilaaf vidroh kar diya tha.