Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Lambi Judaai...

Bichhdey abhi to hum, bas kal parso,
Jiyoongi main kaisey, is haal mein barson?
Maut na aayi, teri yaad kyon aayi,
Haaye, lambi judaai...

- Anand Bakshi, 'Hero', 1983





Roughly translated as:

We have been seperated just by a day or two,
How am I going to go on this way for years?
Death doesn't come; why, instead, do these memories of you?
Oh, this long seperation!

Saturday, April 03, 2010

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ुए कातिल में है

वक्त आने दे बता देंगे तुझे ए आसमान
हम अभी से क्या बतायें क्या हमारे दिल में है

(ऐ वतन,) करता नहीं क्यूँ दूसरा कुछ बातचीत
देखता हूँ मैं जिसे वो चुप तेरी महफ़िल में है

रहबरे राहे मुहब्बत, रह न जाना राह में
लज्जते-सेहरा न वर्दी दूरिए-मंजिल में है

अब न अगले वलवले हैं और न अरमानों की भीड़
एक मिट जाने की हसरत अब दिले-बिस्मिल में है

ए शहीद-ए-मुल्क-ओ-मिल्लत मैं तेरे ऊपर निसार
अब तेरी हिम्मत का चरचा गैर की महफ़िल में है

खैंच कर लायी है सब को कत्ल होने की उम्मीद
आशिकों का आज जमघट कूचा-ए-कातिल में है

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में है
देखना है ज़ोर कितना बाज़ुए कातिल में है

(बिस्मिल आजिमाबादी)

Friday, February 19, 2010

Mmmmh...

Whenever you talk to me excitedly, with a half compressed laugh and a pair of sparkling eyes that moves all over my face, I get butterflies in my stomach - not the moths, that comes after a shower, but the real ones. Those that roam around in inconsistent patterns along unsteady tracks all over the flowery patches. Soft, tingling and leaving a trail of hues on every surface as they move along.

Are you ‘really’ for real?

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Ruins. Of a bygone 'era'.

The mystery behind those glasses was gone. In fact, the glasses itself had disappeared. The charm of her smile was not there anymore. Those breasts had filled out. She looked like a wornout housewife trying to fit herself into a pair of jeans. God, what's this? She looked like a caricature of herself.

Suddenly, it seemed to me like I hadn't missed out anything at all in life. Strange, isn't?!

Monday, January 19, 2009

I. As in I.

मिटटी का तन

मस्ती का मन

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