aakhir waqt nikal hi aaya,
bheeshan bojh ko kisi tarah hataaya.

milte rahaa aksar unse,
jaane kaise aisa deewaar aaya.

sangeet tha, ya fir bewajah kaaraawaas,
hume nahi, shayad tumko samajh aaya.

hridaya ki pyaasi marubhoomi ko,
aakhir karm ne hi gangajal pilaaya.
jaagrit huaa har lamhaa,
aur fir ye khayaal saamne aaya.

ronaa chaha jab man ne,
hothon par yun hi ik gulaab aaya.
raaste alag hue ye jaana,
bechain dil ko karaar aaya.

maan gaye tumko, ae 'shaks',
khokar toone waapas, apna saath paaya.

not bad I guess. esp if this is the place where us "shaks" ne janam paaya.

addendum:

I've slowly learnt how to carve out my expressions in poetic form with time. as opposed to the resorting to the usual rhyming patterns which come to me like pennies, i've gradually acknowledged the sense of satisfaction obtained by backing it up with a chain of thoughts. of course, a set of random rhyming paras dont make a poem at all. nor do entirely disjoint, unordered ideas provide the user with the reflection of my thoughts. its definitely an art to remain subtle n abstract, yet get the point across. (most of jagjit-singh-picked ghazals as opposed to usual orthodox bhaari ones). its easy to be too subtle or abstract, therefore only u understand. the nice thing I'm led to believe is that given one's able to emote poemically (hoho), the act of writing a poem puts a lesser toll on attention or concentration in contrast to writing even a short story. at least i wud believe so, hoho. I took to rhyming patterns earlier for fear of lack of "real" creativity inside. now, its wonderful to see how feelings take the poetic form without much conscious intervention. again, no wonder, cos that is the way with most art forms. indulgence provides u with all the necessary creativity.