View from the window

I saw you climbing the stairs and linger at every step to glance back at me,
To say goodbye with restless eyes and wave at me with a heavy heart,
The new-born leaves on the tree by the window carelessly fluttered with glee,
But the tree I know shared my pain, its branches, an extension of my longing, reached out for thee,
I stood by the windows, till the darkness downed its curtains and there was no more to see.

Haadson ki Dilli

Yeh dekho is mod pey hai Nithari,

Woh dekho us makaan pey maari gayi thi Shivani,

Yahan gira tha dus aadmiyoan pey Metro ka khamba,

Wahan giri thi goli kha key Jessica,

Lal kiley ka hua hai rang feeka,

Qutub minar ka hai sharm sey sar jhuka,

Lutyens ab teri Dilli key dekhey kaun sey nazaarein hum,

haadson ki numaish hai yahan ab har kadam