D.R.O.P.L.E.T.S

He held the colorful balloons in his dry palms, running bare feet on the burning road. 
a step here and a step there, he tried not letting any window panes go untouched . 

Go Green and the cars would run to their destinations , 
and his little fingers would reach to his packet to know the count. 

wiping the droplets on his forehead, he would stretch his legs on the footpath,
dreaming.... .. not of the increasing counts in his pocket, 
but.... 

the sky filled with the colorful balloons,  

इंतज़ार

सूखे  पत्तो की सरसराहट कैसे डसती  होगी उस  शाख  को ,
जिसने  कभी गुलिस्तां  को सजाया था !

पथराई सी आँखे जैसे ढूंढती हो ,
कभी न  लौट  के आने  वाले  उन  परिंदो को !

इंतज़ार है दोनों को , 
एक को फ़िज़ायों  का 
दूजे को  खयालो  का