Neither rhyme nor reason - Prohibitive Bitterness

ROSALIND: But are you so much in love as your rhymes speak?
ORLANDO: Neither rhyme nor reason can express how much.
- Shakespeare in ‘As You Like It’

Prohibitive Bitterness

Har subah, har shaam,

Sahil pe khade rehkar
Barish to pukarte hue,
Dekhte hue aasaamen ko
Ek khaas baadal talaashte hue,
Jeewan ruk saa jaata hai.

Aadmi jhuk saa jaata hai.

Yeh pyaas hee meri,
Mujhe jhukaa deti hai,
Saagar ke kinare par,
Ghutno pe bal baithe hue,
aur zyada jhukte hue,

ret pe bikhra khara paani
zabaan se chat te hue,
apni sharm kho kar,
apna guroor maar kar,
tootne ki hadd tak
pyaas pahunchaa deti hai,
aur baadal hai ke,
garmee ke asar mein,
krodhit ho kar,
bhaap ban kar
bina barse hi nikal jaata hai.

Sambhaal ke rakhoonga mein,

dil kee potlee mein

ye pyaasi subah, 

ye usaad shaam,

wo theeki zubaan,

itni kadvaahaten,

Jo hai - mera hai

mera mustakbil,

mera apna, mera meet.

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