sawal apne zehen se

jab bhi tanha bethta hun, aksar apne aap se yeh sawal karta hun.
ke dil ke kisi kone mein jo apka nishan hai, woh koi nishani hei apke pyar ki yah koi dag apke ghumari ki..
jab bhi tanha bethta hun, aksar apne aap se yeh sawal karta hun.
ke kyun apke ghurur ko hum samajh bethe apka nur..
jab bhi tanha bethta hun, aksar apne aap se yeh sawal karta hun.
ke kyun mein roz chand ko tak ta hun, aur apko yad karta hun.. aur khud ko tanha pata hun..

ek sawal, ek jawab.

kaun mera hai yah mein kiska hun..
pehle payal tha, par ab ghungroo hun..

means:
who belongs to me or whom do i belong to? that's the question in place.
the sound of payal is for one person only, the closest one, the dedicated one, the one who belongs to you. whereas the sound of ghungroo is for all, but they never belong to you.

longings of lost love..

ibteda-e-khalish ke alfaaz kabhi bayan na kar paye.. ruh ab bhi tere chah-e-tasawuf mein khoyi hui hei...

ibteda (introduction), khalish (deep pain), alfaaz (words), chah (longing), tasawuf (mysticism)
means..........
never could i even utter a single word of the very introduction of the pain within (forget the whole story), as my soul is still engulfed in the mysticism of longing for you...

alas..

for them I was good at MAKING LOVE, but not IN LOVE.

wafa

bewafaon se wafa ki umeed kya, wafa jab kiya toh bewafai ka ghum kya..

the deafening silence

firaaq ka lamha mukhtasar sa tha... yadein lekin sannaton mein bhi gunjti hein..

afsaana

afsaana yeh intazar ka tha.. intazar ab ek afsane ka hei...

story of a picture

Sehra-e-tasavur mein woh ek tasveer thi
Waqt ki dhul mein dabi benur ek tasveer thi..

Darwaje pe ek dastak ko betaab woh tasveer thi
Taarikhon ke taqrane ki gawah woh tasveer thi..

Shab-e-aabroo mein mushtaq woh tasveer thi
Har ek iltiza ko samete khamosh woh tasveer thi..

Khuda ki masuliyat ko kubul kiye ek tasveer thi
Hasrat-e-duaaon se dur woh tasveer thi..

Shab-e-raat ki chirag woh tasveer thi
Mazaar pe murzhaya hua ek ghulab ki tasveer thi..

Zehar se bhari ek jam ki tasveer thi
Maikhane ki mousiki mein tanha woh tasveer thi..

Ashqon se bheegi ek khat ki woh tasveer thi
Daastan-e-wafa ki kitaab woh tasveer thi..

Woh nahi, unki yaadon ki woh tasveer thi….
Khiza mein udte mere raakh ki woh tasveer thi..
Meri mouzudgi ko dauhrati hui woh tasveer thi….
Mere fanah hone ki gawah woh tasveer thi……..

tasavur (imagination), benur (pale), dastak (knock), mushtaq (awaiting), iltiza (request), masuliyat (curse), jam (peg), maikhana (bar), mousiki (tunes), ashq (tears), khiza (fall winter), mouzudgi (presence), fanah (finish)

innser self speaking

khud ko bhulaakar yeh kaisi rah par chal pade hum
kasti par sawaar to hue, par kinaron ko nazar-andaz kie hum..

khwabon ki tamir ko samet te samet te
khud khwabon mein bikharte rahe hum..

gheron ko sahare ka hausla to dete rahe
khud ke bojh tale magar dabte rahe hum..

anzaanon mein khusiyan bikherte rahe
dil ki gehraion mein khud ko khafa karte rahe hum..

mehfilon mein khokar sukun ko dhundte rahe
afsane hazar to hue, bewafaon mein wafa ko sajda karte rahe hum..

be-naqabon mein us parda nashin ko dhundte rahe
tahe dilse magar khud ko gunehgar mante rahe hum..

zakhmon ko site site dararon ko bhul gaye
naasuron ko chupate hue muskurate rahe hum..

taqat ke nashe mein aksar khud ko bebas paate rahe
ruh ko bhulakar takht-o-taj ko chumte rahe hum..

itr ke mehal mein saundhi ko talaashte rahe
ashrafion ke chah mein wazud ko pinha karte rahe hum..

shab-e-yadon mein be-intaha sisakte rahe
zamane ko magar mukhota apna dikhate rahe hum..

jam par jam nazrane chadhate rahe to
pyas bujhate bujhate magar khwar ho gaye hum..

yeh kaisi khumari thi khud ko mitaane ki
bade khulus se barbad hote rahe hum…..