"The Dying Human" (Dum Todti Samvednaayein)

Aajkal ke bheed mein....
Neet Privartit..."Deh" Cheer mein....
Thandi padi iss..Kshir mein.....
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Un zazbaaton ko bhi ubharne ka samay nahi mil paata...
Zo ki Zinadagi ke kisi mod par..Hamaare Saanson ka Paryaay ban chuki thi....
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Ve Samvednaayein bhi mar chuki hai....
Zo..kabhi hamein "sanskaaron" ke roop mein viraasat me mili thi......
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Wo khayal...yaadein bhi bhramit karti hai....
Zo..oonthon pe " muskaan" ya aankhon mein " aansoon" ke sabab hote the...
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We are such involved in this plastic world webbed in front of us.....
We are such addicted to insanity of life.......
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Ki..hamein tab tak kisi ki yaad nahi aati...
Zab tak....
Koyi mehfil na saze...
Koyi Hamein Jhakzhor na de....
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Mera ye kalaam....issi "Berang" duniya ko aaiyna dikhane ki ek choti koshish hai....
Aisa lagta hai .....ki Plastic ke iss duniya me..."rubber" se bane logon ke beech........
"Zazbaaton ko...bhi Dhoop Lagani jaroori hai" 
verna....ve bhi "Kude-Qarkat" mein tabdil ho jaayenge...
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Kuch boo is qadr phaili hai
Aajkal iss jehan mein.....
Ki Zajbaaton ko bhi umadne ke liye...
Ek suroor hona chahiye......
Koyi saamne Zaroor hona chahiye...
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Na jaane ye kaun si jaat hai...
Insaaniyat ki...
Ki zinda logon...se dar lagta hai....
Ki muhabaat bhari nigaahon ka bhi nazar lagta hai....
Band darwaazon ke peeche....
Khirkiyon ke parde tale..
Band logon ko wahi saher lagta hai....
Aur...
Na jaane kyon....log tabhi ache lagte hai..
Ya kisi pe..
Besumaar pyaar aane ke liye....
Uska marna jaroori hai...
Ya wo humse..
Dur...bahut dur hona chahiye....
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Ki jajbaaton ko bhi umadne ke liye...
Ek suroor hona chahiye....
Koyi saamne Zaroor hona chahiye...
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Ab kahan wo asshiqi ka aalam..
Wo surat seerat ki batein....
Wo daastane heer raanjha ki.....
Ek doosre ke nigaahon me doobker...
Beetayi gayi raatein...
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Ab to dil sine mein nahi...
Dharakta hai hatheliyon par....
Na parwaah..ki laila hai ya heer hai...
Hai jaroorat ki bas..
Koyi noor honi chahiye......
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Ki jajbaaton ko bhi umadne ke liye...
Ek suroor hona chahiye....
Koyi saamne Zaroor hona chahiye...
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Aur jab haalat aise ban hi chuke...
Aur sachhayi kosti hai har pal....
Ki ab bardaasht nahi hota..
Khud ko dhoke me rakhna.....
Ki desh pardesh...
Pyaar ...muhabaat...
Maan ....Baap....
Rishte...Naate......
Chut-te chale jaate hain, peeche har pal...
Aur...
Agar unki yaad hi aati hai jab koyi..
Jodo se jhanjhodta hai....
Kisi mehfil ke pyaalon ke suroor mein...
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To meri maaniye huzoor....
Aisi suroor ke liye...
Tootte guroor ke liye....
Aisi mahflein.....yada kada hi sahi...
Tere ghar...ya mer thaur pe hi sahi....
Aisi mahflein....
Jaroor honi chahiye....
Jaroor honi chahiye.....
Ki jazbaaton ko bhi umadne ke liye....
Ek suroor honi chahiye.....
Ek suroor honi chahiye...
Ki jajbaaton ko bhi umadne ke liye...
Ek suroor hona chahiye....
Koyi saamne Zaroor hona chahiye...