Is kavita ke dwara, kavi apni soch ko vyakt kartey huye yeh kehna chahta hai ki, zindagi ke dard aur tanhaayi ko samajhna kitna mushkil hai. Muskurahat ke parde ke peeche chhupi asli bhavnaayein aur jazbaat ko koi nahi dekh pata, aur isi wajah se insaan khud ko akela mehsoos karta hai. Yeh kavita un jazbaaton ki gehraayi ko darshati hai jo aaj kal hum sab mehsoos karte hain, lekin kisi se keh nahi paate.

Kaun kehta hai ki hum tabaah nahi hain,
Har pal yeh zindagi ek sawaal hain.
Meri barbaadi ka bas koi gawaah nahi,
Par dard toh yeh dil ke har kone mein hain.

Chhupi hai muskaan, jise duniya dekh rahi,
Par aansuon ke liye ab koi jagah nahi rahi.
Jo pal mein bikhri thi khushiyon ki roshni,
Woh ab andheron mein chhupi kahani ban gayi.

Yeh zindagi ke rishtey, sab jhoothe saudaagar hain,
Bech dete hain khushi, par lete sirf ghamon ka haar hain.
Dil ke tukde hain, par koi jodta nahi,
Har guzarta pal bas ek kahani hai dard ki.

Jis waqt ne cheena tha jeene ka ehsaas,
Tab se laga hai, hum mein baaki nahi koi aas.
Jisne muskurahat ko...