इतना टूटा हूँ मैं आज

की मुझे खुदको जोड़ने से पहले

खुदको बटोरना होगा .....

a stranger looks at me from the mirror...

we are separated by but a glass wall.......

जा अपनी आसुओं को कोई नया बाज़ार ढूँढ ले ....


इस मण्डी में तेरे आसू भी अब पुराने हो गए .....

i have always been high on the spirit of life...

yesterday;
the thought of death has but once sobered me...

he was there when i stood up for the first time...

he held my hand as i took those first hesitant baby steps...

he taught me to stand...

he taught me to walk...

he taught me to run...


one day i asked him,
" how do i know when to run when to walk and when to take a stand?"


"that" he said; "you have to figure out for yourself little one...."