Ek ajeeb sa khuula hai, jo kabhi purr hi nahi hota..aakhir soch kis khoj may hai ? usey apne na hone ka gumaan sa kyon hai ? ye baar baar khud ka ghair haazir hona usey kya samjha raha hai ? ke uski haaziri kahin aur hai ? uski aankhon se dhundlkey chatne lage hain...usey apne wajud ka maqsad sunaii dena laga hai..koii baatin se pukarta hai...kehta hai..uth...uth jaa....yehi waqt hai ....maang le parwardigaar se...aankhen mila apne dil-e-sharmsaar se....ke umr tune khud apni talaash may guzar di...jo do chaar pal bache hain....un per inayet hogaii hai...tabhi tou tera haath thaam kar,tere ladkhadaatey qadmon ko sahaara dekar tujhe abadi manzil ki ore le jaaya jaaraha hai.....
Apna sar uthaa...zamaane ko bhul jaa...faqat itna yaad rakh....jo tere saath hai wahi wahed hai khuda...junun gar kisi ka ho..khayaal gar kuch kahe...aarzu bhi herdam kahe.....visaal ki chah may bhi wahi rahe....jahaan se tujhe apni rooh mili...wahi tou hai teri awal-o-aakhir gali....bas moqadar ka peecha na kar...na kar qismaton ka gila...milega wahi jo chahega vo , tera khayaal jahaan na pahunch sake, utna buland hai tera martaba....tu apne sharf ko yaad rakh..baaqi sab bhul jaa...apna karam nibaah....
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