Ek samundar hai jo mere kabu me hai,
Ek qatra hai jo mujse sambhala nahi jata.
Ek umra hai jo bitani hai unke bagair,
Aur ek lamha hai jo mujse guzara nahi jata.
Samundar sa gehra vo,
Main behti rehne waali dhaara.
Vayu sa zaroori vo,
Main saanson ki awaara.
Vo jalta hua angaar,
Main dheere dheere khaak.
Usmein hi khona likha hai,
Phir bhi… usi ki talaash.
Ek dehleez dil ke naam,
Us gali mein hum badnaam.
Naam mera aise neelam,
Kharidne wala phir se bola tera naam.
Bik raha tha tu bhi wahi,
Har us daam mein ishq benaam.
Art is only as understood as its artist,
a poem only as known as its poet.
You don’t understand the art—
only what the artist chose to leave behind.
A poem never reveals itself;
it reveals its poet.