किताबों का उसूल , भी सही है बिना , इक अल्फ़ाज़ कहें । कायनात न समाएं , इतना केह जाएं । इश्क़ हमें , इस अंदाज-ए-बयां से । किसी की समझ को , बांधती नहीं ये । बल्कि , सोच को पंख नवाजति हैं ।
If books were people they'd open with the slightest ruffle a dried rose a pale leaf would fall off their cascading eyes and all those catabombs at bay would glide off their eyelids onto the glaze of the night sky;
They'd rhyme verses with dreams bleed their sonnets into truths, they'd live on fantasies and gaze at stars, flaunt their smudge and stains off their desert skin scars, for the blemished bookmarks is how they'd hold the golden keys fitting decrepit relations and broken hearts.