ek thi kashti ek tha kinara

ek thi kashti ek tha kinara,
dono the akele, the dono hi besahara.

rutt badli par kinara na peeche hata,
kashti bhi aati rahi dene usse har dard ki dawa,

ek din puchi kashti ki tujhe dard kya hai?
diya jawab kinare ne ki har din hi mera ek saalgiraah hai.

baat yeh kashti ke samajh na aayi,
dard hai kya usse yeh sunn woh dheeme se muskurayi.

phir chal padi hawa or kashti bhi uske rukhh mein beh gayi,
manzil thi uski purab aur woh paschim mein safar tay ker gayi,

sochta raha kinara ki iska safar bhi dhua bhar ka hai,
jaise badli hawa waise hi naavik usse badalta hai.

soch lo zindagi, mita lo aise hi gum,
kya hai safar aur kyu hai tum sabki aankhein namm.

rahe manzil to raston ki na karo fikar,
milti hai manzil usse jo bhatka hai kashti ki tarah dar-badar.

ab tu hai kashti aur main hoon kinaara,
chalna hamesha sang.. na chordna kabhi saath hamara.