Pehchan..

Once i talked to a person, so different and yet indifferent from what we see everyday and whom we meet. Its all different as the fingers of our hands, yet all the same. Life moves on, we move on and then at a point when we pause and think a while we wonder what our 'Pehchaan' is...

sadak par chalte,
chalte chalte hi
milte the
meri city ki sadakon par
city mane shahar
yaad ho aata hai
milte the, chalte chalte
parichit
parichit se aparichit
apne aur
apno se begaane
mere mitr, mere rishte
sadkon par
meri hi city ki sadkon par
par.........
ye sadaken to bhinn hain (ya nahi)
meri city ki sadakon se
wahi eent, koyale, gaare ki sadakein
vaise hi ghoomte log
kintu
main bhinn ho jaati hoon
apni city apni shahar
ki sadakon par
mera wajood mere saye jaisa hai
par bahari sadakon par to
main khud hi ek saaya hoon abhi