~ Name ~ / ~ Naam ~

~ Name ~

What shall I call thee?

What doth it make me?

Thirst in me,

Maketh mirage of ye ..

Hath thee been morsel,

Whetting my appetite, again ..

If, hope thou art,

Dost kindly name me, patience ..

If, thee febrile dust storm,

Windswept sand is me ..

Bohemian, thy sobriquet?

I cometh from the tales, you traipsed and forgot ..

Zenith thee, Nadir me,

My beauty, evanescence, silhouetting thy flesh,

Reminiscences belonging to thee, doth mine …

Zilch my presence to thee,

Nigh shalt be the finale to me ..

Yonder — Oasis blooms of ye, if for me —

Hither — me, sans procrastination —

Shalt drink mine, and —

Dissolve in thy ‘Name’ ….

~ Naam ~

Kya naam doon tujhe?

Kya banaaun khud ko?

Saraab tu,

Pyaas main,

Niwala tu,

Bhook main,

Umeed tu,

Sabr main,

Tapish tu,

Raet main,

Musafir tu,

Bhooli ek kahani main,

Shuruwat tu,

Khaatma main,

Tere raishon, pathon pe meri jild,

Teri yaadon ko hi odha fir,

Na hona mera ‘gar teri zidd,

Parda kyon na gire fir jald hi ?

Par — jo tu —

Wahan, sabz panaah bane meri,

Yahan, bina der kiye, piyun, ghulun,

Tujh main hi, tere 'Naam' main bhi …