Iss rang bhare' mahaul mein

Iss rang bhare' mahaul mein,
Hum apni zindagi ke kuch pheeke' pheeke' pehluon ko,
Rang biranga banane' ki soch mein doobe' hue' hain.

Chehre' par gulal ke' kai rang hain,
Haath mein jaam ke' pyale' hain,
Aur raunaq bhare' mahaul ke' maze' loot rahe' hain.

Har kisi ki zindagi mein naa jaane' kitne' rang birange' aur kitne' pheeke' pehlu hain,
Magar har koi unn rang birange' pehluon ko bhool kar,
Pheeke' pehluon ko rang biranga banane' ki josh mein aaj doobe' hue' hain.

Chalo kuch pal ke' liye' aaj hum sab rangon ki iss jashn ke' maze' lete' hue',
Sab naa sahi sirf kuch pheeke' pehluon ko rangeen banane' ki joostaju mein hi,
Kyon naa aaj sara din beeta dein.

Lagta hai ki meri tarah aap bhi shayad iss joostaju mein doobe' hue' hain.

ENJOY YOUR HOLI!!!
  

Zeher ki hawa naa jaane' kaise' chal padi

Deeply pained by the senseless riots in my city, New Delhi:

“Zeher ki hawa naa jaane' kaise' chal padi?
Mere shehar mein toh aman ka jaise' koi ashiana tha.

Haiwaniyat ka yeh alam kaise' chaa gaya?
Pyar mohabbat ka jaise' koi yahan thikaana tha.

Ek-a-ek kuch zindagian kaise' cheeni gayien?
Ek doosre' ko apni jaan sabhi toh ne'  maana tha.

Meri aur uski roohein aaj kaise' tadap rahien hain?
Aapni apni zameer par naaz toh sabne' kiya tha.

Itne' saare' insaanon mein kuch haiwanon ko hum pehle kyon naa pehchaan  sake?
Sabko humne' farishta yoonhi maana tha.

Bure khwab ki tarah yeh waqt bhi guzar jaayega,
Phir koi naa dohra sake' jo yeh beeta hua khaufnak waqt tha”.