Saari hasti hui aankhen Masoom si baatein Logon ki charchaa Badalte hue khayaal Mud kar dekho Man ki Muraad Is badalti bigadti awaara zindagi mein Bheed ke beech, ghani tanhaai mein Aankhen na modo Mud kar dekho Rangeen sunhari shaamein Masti bhari hawaaien Mehfil jashn-e-jahan Dhunon mein lipte kadam Mud kar dekho Dilon ki khwaishein… Continue reading Mud Kar Dekho
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along. -Rumi Somewhere in between wiping dust off book shelves, cleaning the desk and rearranging knick-knacks all over the house, a thought enters my mind: what… Continue reading Have we met before?
Never have more vehement emotions been exchanged than during a lovers quarrel. Far too many poems have been written on 'hijr' or separation from your lover and about 'ishq' or romance and its sweet overtures. Witnessing a lovers quarrel earlier this week, led me into an expedition to find Urdu poetry about this very important… Continue reading a Lovers Quarrel
Dil hee toh hai na sang~o~khishth dard sey. As I write this post from a train in Delhi, I think of my first visit to this mega city a good ten years ago. As it is burgeoning and bursting at its seams, I look around me at the faces on this crowded Metro train ferrying… Continue reading Ghamshuda