Karobaar

Aaj ek lambe arse baad tumhe yaad kiya.

Darasal, yaad nahi.

Yaad toh hum roz hi kisi na kisi bahaane se kar lete hain.

Aaj ek lambe arse baad tumhara number ghumaya.

Do baar ghanti baji ki nahi, tumne phone uthaya

Kaafi utsukta se tumne poocha – “Kaisi ho?”

(Main aag mein jhulasti ek talwaar ke jaisi hun

Aandhiyon mein hain kaanpti jo shaakh main vaisi hun

Jiske paar na pahunche koi us deewar ke jaisi hun

Chattan ke jaisi hun, main pahaar ke jaisi hun

Baarishon mein phoot-ti us boond ke jaisi hun

Jo badalon se chhoot-ti par dharti par girti nahi vaisi hun

Main shor machaati hawaon ke jaisi hun

Main lalkaar ke jaisi hun, hahakaar ke jaisi hun

Phir bhee shok sannatte mein chupchaap si jaisi hun

Main pyaar ke jaisi hun, alankaar ke jaisi hun

Phir bhi mudatton se chal rahe tiraskaar ke jaisi hun

Main abhimaan si, pehchaan si, ek bol ke jaisi hun

Main geet hun, main gaan hun, ek awaaz ke jaisi hun

Par main mook hun, vidwaan hun, main gungaan ke jaisi hun

Main parchhai hun, aur rooh bhi hun

Aur dil ke bhi jaisi hun

Main nadi hun, samundar hun, main leher ke jaisi hun

Main kavita hun, kahaani hun, ek kitaab ke jaisi hun

Main girti hun, khud hi sambhalti hun

Khud ghao apne bharti hun

Jab bhi aankhein chhalakti hain

Aansoon ko khud hi peeti hun

Jab dard se kaleja phat-ta hain

Main goongi hi chheekhti chillati hun

Main toofano se joojh kar, phir khud ko hi samjhaati hun -

Main aurat nahi, karobaar hun

Karobaar ke hi jaisi hun)

Kaafi utsukta se tumne poocha – “Kaisi ho?”

Jawaab hai – “Main acchhi hun”

Knock! Knock!! Knock! Knock!!

Knock! Knock!! Knock! Knock!!
Good heavens, are you the same??
Knocking on my door that night
In the rain you came?

Knock, knock, knock, knock!!
Can't you hear my hollow bones?
Knocking on your door all night
In the rain..

And all I want, all I really really want
is just some sleep
And a bullet through my head
To numb the pain!

And all I want, all I really really want
Is some skin
And an arm around my neck
To numb the pain!

Knock, knock, knock, knock!!
Your footsteps in my head
How you walked all over my heart
In my bed...

Knock, knock, knock, knock!!
How are you without me??
I guess you don't even
remember my name?

And all I want, all I really really want
Is some blood
A slit running down my throat
To numb the pain..

And all I want, all I really really want
Is some air
Look I'm flying, I'm flying now
There is no pain.

Hisaab

Kai baar zindagi us modh par lakar khadi kar deti hai
jahaan hum gile-shikwon ka hisaab-kitaab karte hain
apne khaate khol kar baith jaate hain, aur ek ek kar len den ka hisaab karte hain
kabhi number jodhte hain to hisaab mil jata hai
par aksar hum apne aap ko ghaate mein paate hai
kya kabhi socha hai aapne, hum apne aap ko kabhi fayde mein kyun nahi paate hain?
Duniya ka hisaab toh pakka hai.
saare khaate ant mein hisaab barabar hi dikhlate hain
agar hum sab ke khaate nuksaan mein hain toh fayde mein kaun hai?
agar humse hamesha sab kuch khoya hai toh paa kaun raha hai?