It should have been raining by now

It should have been raining by now 
The stage has been waiting long
Me, my playmates watching close
For lights and the starting song
we are done with our silly riddles
new and all the old ones we had
Waiting through with hide n seek
For them, dancing clouds darkly clad
We have teased and pinched and fought
what troublesome company to keep
But what good it did at the least
Held all of us away from sleep
But a little too late it is as I yawn
Some younger pals have fallen prey
Exhausted and defeated from wait
Are sleeping away in the clay
We who have been a tad stronger
Are still in wait but with weakened will
There is an empty stage in the front
But there is no dance no drama still.

What do I get if I marry you?

The darling of my life asked one day,

innocent as ever in her heart,
'What do I get if I marry you?
and be sure of your words as you say'
My eyes then rolled inside my hide,
inside the belly of a sea,
strolled on the ground that lies beneath,
and surfed above a jubilant tide.
I hurled though like some spirited moth,
my heart restless like a deer's eyes,
And came up with the finds in my arms,
some pearls some corals and foamy froth.
And then I was about to pass all this,
but it was all cluttered in a mess.
I told that you will get it all, but wait
I will melt it all and keep it for a kiss.
a little high from where you see O dear,
as from there it rises into the clouds,
and will descend to your head in a crown,
to take away from you all that you fear.

Leaning On That Window Sill

It was a cloudy dreary night
Dipped in shallow muzzy sight
Leaning on a window sill
I was weakened in my will

My mind was swimming in the south
The chill in heart was headed north
The bleeding when came to swoon
Slain a sleep then came to loom

I had a dream, a busy one
I had to rush, I had to run
To some garden atop some hill
Which had that only rose to fill

The sage had warned, while doing so
The day must beat me in being slow
No rest, no shady tree I seek
The rose will wilt if I aim defeat

I had no pony, I had no dream
I had no soul on earth to team
Two hints of help were all I had
To save me from me turning sad

No way to see running up forth
Except to choose from all, the north
In airs a rosy fragrance will fill
When I reach half of the hill

I ran, I ran and I ran straight
No lures, no misery neared to bait
I think it was the mid-day sun
Which showed me that mountains’ run

all peaks from far that emerged from haze
Were not an easy puzzle of maze
A gleam of glow came from one mountain’s crest
The highest, rockiest than all the rest

My feet were bleeding and swelled 
My chest was heaving like in eld
To save my bleeding feet from rips
I tore down my cladding in strips

Soon the sun was on my bare back
Pelting rays in ruthless attack
The sloped too could spare no easiness
Each stride upwards more merciless

My throat dry and feet were wet in red
In my eyes darkness willing to spread
The incline then turned just a touch mild
And I was crying like a child

Then that chunk of air had rolled
Drenched in scent no earthly perfume hold
What pretty life I lived in that breather
It toughened me and I pulled myself together

The morning then came up as strife
Rays carried with them the bitterness of life
In disgust I tried to sleep again
The sleep lost to disgust leaving only pain

I wish I complete my dream some night
Just once my sleep wins this fight
To see what rose is there on the hill
I try to sleep leaning on that window sill.

One Is Proudly Mine

In the moon I see a pretty friend,
And another twinkling by its side,
They sweetly listen to me if I talk,
And come with me if I watch and walk.

I often behold them though my sleeplessness,
From welcome windows pushed open wide,
A shying moon and I find a charming star,
Immersed in fondness, near each other or far.

It has been so long when I saw them first,
And took the three of us as chums,
But I have grown a little in my age,
They too have come out of their toddler page.

The crown jewels among all beauties of all beautiful nights,
They make a picture of two hearts entwined in love,
A love that is as pretty and knows no decline,
I see them and I say ‘One is proudly mine’.

No proper poet would do this

No proper poet would do this
and keeps a poem waiting
a drying pen and longing sheets
and keeps himself straying.


No pouring in the midnight lamp
and sleeps thick snoring
dreaming morrow's work in camp
 and thinks of Arabs boring.

Don't Ask Me

What state of heart is this
How this association does it make
See in and let go your heart
In moistened eyes and you can see
And sometimes in your smiles
you want to know what you see
How fretful a moth is and as it glows
But why is fretful and why it glows
If you want to know
Then be in that glow and then you see
And don’t ask me what my love does keep
What it keeps and what it conceals
A flame that it is in the deep
A flame in my heart and is concealed
Don’t ask me what my love does keep
Coloring in the bloods oh I have
from my heart and of my dreams
I have graced all deserted springs
Ah! In their forlorn etiquettes
Don’t ask me what my love does keep
Is being tried to be chafed away
By all, and salvaging it me alone
enwrapped in the heart and soul
is this treasure and is forever to keep
It endures the affliction, it sees you not
I ignore and I forget all the else
Don’t ask me what my love does keep
Don’t ask me……..

My Hidden Closet

Among best hidden there is a closet,
no rosewood no shiney metal in make,
opens to no key and no locking ratchet
compromising safety and making fake.

Some dreams are kept, some woven fine,
some prayers are kept, some written long,
I clean them more to see them in their shine
and to prune away all what hidden wrong.

All my years, the more colorful of them,
like what a pebble picker seeks in pebbles
and then what is done after choosing them,
I took in so many and saved like bubbles.

Some recent moons the colors are fading,
and bubbles are weighing like pebbles too.
Wishing, with them could do some trading,
in reluctance, I see most slipping through.

No dream I hold and not my prayers long,
My closet has just to keep these two scrolls,
the one that prays keeping its keeper strong,
and the one that holds promises taking falls  .

Our Identity

Being asked of some signs and of our identity
and of possessions we together keep,
Tell! I am a river ebullient flowing in my youth,
my flow is music, my flow is all the life
to the mountain in whose laps I live,
and he is my mountain, smiling, standing heavens high

Excitement Of The Eyes

Eager are the words of excitement in the eyes
and are aware of care the speeches have to keep
Like early rays emanating from the sun in rise
and forgetting wounds from fight with past night's sleep.

To grow free from fears and all hateful vibes
and to look beyond the uncertainty in the dreams
dreams enduring ages, dreams connecting lives
defeating failures the same as cruel all schemes.

The pages all behaved in the calmness of the dawn
and sweetend in the likes of canary shows
in brightness growing wild, soon it all is gone
as the sweetness of the canary in a murder of the crows.

All gelded pages innocent, ruffled to their roots
and fearing from being lost in lusty winds
They wish to be saved with their attributes
before being carried away in the gusty evenings.

They return to be healed in their soul
and eyes are closed in defeat and pain
wounds are washed as some salty drops roll
To rise, to hope and to dream again.

My Happiness Hill

To those days indeed I owe a bow,
To the mornings and evenings equally so,
for what that is a light or delight, who knows ?
And blooms in both flowing to and fro.

Ah! The rain! A spray of the dew of the paradise
A boon, a miracle or an awaited prize
Are soaked in scents no earthly flower holds
clouds, those days they tessellate the skies.

The earth had none but in the heart a puny ache
For a celebration of true eternal make
To dance off all her dust and in her attire all adorned
Sans contraptions sans fears and just for goodness sake

What wish to make? What plume to hire?
Earth's happiness is no ruby no sapphire
A day of beauty and that beauty to come to stay
And to complete the earth to her heart's desire

Some baths I have taken in its sun
However sober but celebrations have begun
I have drunken deep from its melting of the moon
the drops collected in the depths of my earthen urn

Whispering breezes have let their secret spill
adornments of the earth too are in a thrill
the day, the most beautiful among days has come again
It calls me, It takes me to my happiness hill.

No Tears Yet

You wish to cry, but don't show your tears yet
and don't let your heart go down to burn
seek no relief and search for no refuge
don't think of dying and think of no return.

you wish to cry,but don't show your tears yet
and don't curse your fate for the delay
your dreams are golden your intent is pure
be saving your cries best for that golden day.

O Simba !

In the faces of all soft paws
I try to see your happy face
among all tinkling sounds around
I try to find your tinkling lace
in my heart I do complain
why ever had you to venture out
in my heart I knew your pains
why ever had you to venture out
when you came to me to sleep
and I would rub your under chin
you would sleep like in mother's lap
and I would proudly feel akin
there is no one after you have gone
to lick my fingers in my sleep
no one comes to check on me
for a constant company happy to keep
I miss that when I clapped to call
and you would play with me for hours long
I miss your faces you would make
to woo me after something wrong
I miss you but I try to be happy for you
I remember how you skipped meals
and sit with me like a princess dull
I know you know how it feels
has not changed a dime of what is yours
your bowls and your supertoys
I treasure them and often I touch
to see you in your superjoys
I pray you are happy where you are
and you have all that you searched here
and I love you and forget you not
and I see you when I am there.

Tiny White Flower

In lights bright as have always been,
and dense in variety as gardens you have seen,
moths and all kinds of butterflies,
beetles and creepers and even dragonflies,
throng along all flowers swaying high and bright,
but lies longing all day one tiny herbaceous white.

Worth Every Wait

what that remains at the edge of sights
and solemnly breathes in hopes and sighs
imbued in dreams and desperation alike
and salvaged through the deepest of sleeps
is what to seek and to demand and to fight from fate
and is kept to treasure and is worth every wait.

O Oarsman

your river is notorious O oarsman
and your dinghy whiny weak
all day clouds been conspiring
with the winds in no way meek

your shore still far away O oarsman
and the evening is growing deep
your oars been trying adding weight
with your limbs trying to sleep

your heart is alone with you O oarsman
and no one listening to any of you
sing aloud to each other O oarsman
and let all besiegers listen too.

Safar

rahi tu thak na jana
tera door hai basera
 raahein badi kathin hain
aur door hai savera
rahi tu gir na jana 
thokar bhari guzar hai
chalna sambhal sambhal ke
dhundhli teri nazar hai
Bhatki hui dagar pe
nahi koi paasbaan hai
bhakte hu kisi ka 
nahi koi aashiyaan hai
sitaron mein yaad rakhna
raahon ki chal kya hai
chanda ko poochh lena
raaton ki dhal kya hai
raaton ki khushbuein bhi
lubhati hi rahengi
hawaon mein thand le ke
sulati hi rahengi
nazron ke aaine pe
manzil ko aabaad rakhna
safar ke thamne ko
manzil ke baad rakhna
sajaye guzri raahein
amanat mein aan rakhna
agar rokti ho aahein
zamanat pe jaan rakhna
shiddat ki pyaas hogi
aur jazba nidhal hoga
ladkhadate qadam hon jaise
wohi dil ka haal hoga
tere dil ki taqwiyat ko
kafi manzil ki ek nida ho
ban jaye aisi manzil
teri raah pe fida ho
rahi tu phir na jana
badhna nahi sahal hai
aage ko badhte rahna
bas yehi ek hal hai
rahi tu thak na jana
tera door hai basera
raahein badi kathin
hainaur door hai savera.

Colors of Separation

If I tell you of how these days and nights make runs alike 
and I send my heart and soul in you for a glimpse
of the grandeur my world breathes its life in dreams
and of the thick darkness it assails to come to life
you will ask for all the colors concealed in my heart
and see your eyes full in what this separation can reveal.

Such darkness that makes silhoutes fear and crumble in the cold
and you wrapped in your arms alone on an unknown walk
the silence when calls you names and you fear turning afts
you ache to hold a hand to let go fears in the warmth
if ever such a color you wish to see, see in such a night
and if not then deem it too dark for your rights.

If ever your life gives you one morning from my dreams
your oakwood cottage among some valleys green
and pines brushing high a new indigo morning sky
clouds from heaven melting on your sprawling lawn
stand up to your window bathing in scintillating rays
and let your heart cast into a butterfly and go
and see it as it flaps its wings on your favorite flower blooming bright
then take a deep deep breath and close your eyes
to see in abundance what good colors separation can reveal

Fareb

Fitrati khaake mere aur unke rangon ka fareb

nadaan chahatein bas khinchti chali gayein

fitrati  saadgi unki aur meri umangon ka fareb
jo zid pe meri fitratein utarti chali gayein

khata ho meri to khata hi sahi
kirnon ka mujassema jo zer e nazar raha
aisi nazar mein to koi aeb e nazar nahi
jo tasveerein  khud hi sanvarti chali gayein

kahe hain ke ye dhool koi ghubaar e mushq nahi
hum ke aapmein hararat e lahoo e chashm kam hai
mere gul bhi koi kaaghzi khushq nahi
jo khushbuein fiza mein taerti chali gayein

iltija ye faryadi jo zid pe sada rahi
aur khair mein khair ka dhoondna mera
tahra ke apna apnon se maangna sahi
jo majbooriyan meri ulajhti chali gayein

fitrati khaake aur unke rangon ka fareb
jo surkhiyan chashm e tar se  tapakti chali gayein
fitrati tarannum aur unke labon ka fareb
jo tanhayyian meri garajti chali gayein.

How

How you keep this constant gaze on me
and watch me with such sights of thieves
how you turn your back when I see you back
and check me again from behind the sieves

how keep your saltations around all day long
and care not where where you tumble on
how you keep riffling my rosette of springs
and see me there in high moons untill gone

how I find you where ever I see or go
and daisies on my autumn morning doors
how I find no kite ruffling over  my skies
and find one ever stuck up among my gulmohers

how you look sleepless and  wandering dreams
and to my eyes a cheery piquant friend
how you look lost and try not to look so
and think me to be an immodest fiend.

the boy who took the moon to moony walks

The boy who took the moon to moony walks
Each moon is new and brighter as has always been
all hide and seeks which he and nights have always seen
the boy who took the moon to moony walks
moved not his sights and tumbled balky rocks
a king of marbles or a queen among all twinkling maids
a witch of dreams dreadful in her dancing trades
a drop of nectar eloping in the vasts of oceans mad
in what else were not those stony moons were clad
all hides and seek which we have always seen
the boy with moons of ages has turned a little mean
moves not his sights wrapped in greedy sighs
walks swayed wider, asks to hold down raising cries
each moon is new and brighter as has always been
the boy still keen to follow it as he has always been.

My God Would Have Kept My Side

Had my heart belonged to me alone
Shadowing the darkness like the moon
In nights of rainy days and clouds
Would have kept it on my eyes
Or having held it tender in my lips
My God would have kept my side
Had my heart belonged to me alone
Like the sun when shows in magical colors
In rainbows of rainy days and clouds
Having wrapped myself with all of them
Would have been a fancy for the life
My God would have kept my side
Had my heart belonged to me alone
A drop of moon would have rained to seas
Like the likes of dark clouds that do
That drop would have fallen in my arms
Would have had all the charms of the moon
Had my heart belonged to me alone
My God would have kept my side.

One Day Bug

A one day bug that I see I am

born with sun to see it shining through

a life too meager for the sun to know

its grandeur in its daylong brew

I saw no sun my morning gray

and pesky dusky my midday too

clouds I fancy how love me so

keep covering my skies however few

what light makes my day  a day

a foggy dream of a sunny hue

and the light that sustains breaths

I hope at least one lives true.

Life

That little something that resides in the hearts,
and roams around from sight to sight,
confirming and conjuring faith,
of strength and of standing by
in times of sorrow and strife,
is love is hope and alone is life.

"gulon mein rang bhare" -- A translation

Let the blossoms have colors and set the spring with zephyrs new

come along O please for the garden wants to be lively too

gloomy is the cage, may some please ask the flow

for God, somewhere let the talks of the beloved show

may once from the pergola of those lips come dawn

may once night in fragrance of the curly tresses be gone

pains run deep and the miserable heart so broke

in your name alone may come some attending folk

let go what I had to see and endure but the night alone!

Such drops of tear adorn your paths straightened and known

Is presented to the beloved the obsession in scrolls

tied in the rags of the  sublimity taking falls

No destination appeals to Faiz while passing ways

having visited beloved's place goes to gallows as he says.

Badi takheer ki humne lekin ye faisla kar diya
aur apne andoroon ko sabpe zahir kar diya
tabiyat ho kisi ki to humse sabab poochh le
ke kyun tumne sangeen ye maamla kar diya

izzat o ehtaram ka talluq faqat dil se hota hai
kabhi rishton aur kabhi umr ka paas hota hai
lo aaj humne tod diya risha e umeed
aur inke dakhl se sabko aazaad kar diya

tawaqqo humse na zahirdari ki karein
na hi humari guzishta inkisari ki karien
ye tapakta hua jigar hai abhi mera jalal nahi
ke humne khud se sabko bedakhal kar diya

bahot adaaein bahot reyakariyan dekh li humne
umr bhar ki hasad aur nafratein dekh li humne
phoolon ke ewaz nezon ki nok dekhte rahe
ab phoolon se humne nezon ka badal kar diya

bade beaabru ho ke kamzarfi ki khatir dekhte rahe
har baad e qahar apne zakhm tapakte dekhte rahe
apni jild apnon pe sabr bana kheenchte the hum
ab apnon pe humne khud ko faulad kar diya

mera jism meri rooh bade ranjoor ho chuke
is jild ke siwa sab bahot choor ho chuke
uriyan hain sab soortein shenakht ho chuki
aaj is soorat ko humne sabpe aam kar diya

is jism se zayed mere do tukde aur bhi hain
unmein se ek ke tukde do aur bhi hain
hifazati mere nezon ki pahunch wasi thi bahot
apne halqe ko humne lekin yahan tamaam kar diya

bahot tanhaiyon mein bhatakte rahe hain hum
kund mezaji mein apni chahakte rahe hain hum
khaaksari se kinare pade hue the ab tak
ye ab hai ke is kinare ko bahot tez kar diya

apne mustaqbil ko is ghelazat se paak rakhna hai
apne logon ko mosarraton mein aabaad rakhna hai
kisi apne naye ko ye takleef nahi deni mujhe
apne ghar ko ab maine apna jahaan kar diya

badi takheer ki humne lekin ye faisla kar diya
aur apne andoroon ko sabpe zahir kar diya
tabiyat kisi ki ho to humse sabab poochh le
ke kyun tumne sangeen ye maamla kar diya..

While reading into human minds I started with the most familiar ones and unarguably mine counts the first. It not only seems an oppressed hobby but also a tool which can mark some fundamental behavioral changes I may need in order to see things better and react reasonably. My objective remains to analyze the backstage dramatics of our minds which through the anatomy of self-image, perspectives for other people and sharing of the thought space with them change involuntarily in the name of different states of our minds that makes us manipulate truth in different degrees and act unjustly. From where I see, it essentially takes a lot of credit from what makes the most of the inner content in a person. In most of the cases what comes on display is a manifestation of how a particular situation is perceived in that particular moment or for that period through which that display is maintained. Slowly and gradually while growing up through innumerable incidences, some significant enough to remember all through and some repetitive insignificant ones which although we don't remember for long but collectively are individualistic , behavioral patterns are cast into shapes which are mostly rigid. We do carry behaviors through our blood too but that would be a walk in a direction I know very little of. It is not to think over what could have been done in the past to have an all desired today but it is to think over today to set a better tomorrow.

Our race is a 'learn from mistakes' kind. We are not natural swimmers. Somebody must have burnt his/her finger so that we learnt to make friendly distances from fire. Similar situations do keep coming all our lives and having not fed the 'learn from mistakes' animal well we keep spilling the milk. 

Let us peek into what makes us twist way from truth. Is it fear ? Is it our emotions dwelling poles? Do we try to impress people habitually? Do we like complicating things? Do we like to over simplify things? So many questions to ask and so many seemingly possible combinations. But let us accept that we have made it our comfort zone and changes pull us out of it. We often need short entries and quick exits. Is it not even worse to feel proud about keeping such tricks up the sleeves? A famous saying says ' A man is know by the company he keeps'. Our habits influence the company we keep and our company decides our habits as well. It now shrinks to keep an eye over our habits as well as our company. It is no chess to draw ' A man makes himself' either way.

Having decided that we decide what we become, another set of questions sprouts up naturally. What stops us? Why comfort is so dear? A sentence strikes my mind now. ' It is simple to be good but very difficult to be simple.' But why is it so? A religious explanation can be a gist to all such queries.

' We are not as God fearing as we owe to be.'

Keeping the sentence above to rest for a while let us give this drum a psychological beat. It strongly suggests me that our behavior is mostly result oriented whereas we need to train it to be process oriented. Simplicity is simple. There is a path from A to B and it is straight in the world of simplicity. The process is prescribed. We do start from A. Then we start making shoots in that straight path. As short straight paths look longer than long paths with many short turns we take turns. As there is no prescription here we go into solving an indeterminate puzzle. As there is one single shortest path and any quest to find an even shorter path is futile provided we still eye B. I see several possibilities. First one , we do reach B but through so long a path that the purpose of reaching B would be gone. Second one, mid way through the puzzle after having lost the feel of reaching B we stop contemplating any further endeavors and find solace in reaching somewhere not on the map. Third one, we may either backtrack to A and then set on the prescribed path or explore some way through the puzzle that connects to the straight path from A to B somewhere in the middle. Either way considerable time would be lost. Fourth one, the passive most possibility but if we start discarding passive ones we would be left with the prescribed path only. So this one is to find a C and give it a name B in our minds. I leave it to the readers to explore other possibilities as young minds may find it interesting enough.

In all these erroneous paths there is something common. They all feel sad towards the end. We could have reached B in time and have enjoyed the sweetness of simplicity. Behavioral misdeeds I guess work the same way.

----to continue.

Mere Khwab

khwab mujhe apne nashe mein rakhne lage hain
aur andaza mujhe khud mera hone dete nahi
nigaahon pe parde khoobsoorat rahne lage hain
aur mere par mujhe parwaaz lene dete nahi
ye qaid ek be salaakh o zanjeer ki hai
aur nigahbaan mere mujhe sone dete nahi
nahi aisa hi quwwat bahot bardasht ki hai
aur hausla mujhe mere apne dete nahi
mere apne hi chehre mein do rahne lage hain
aur aine mujhe khud ko pehchanne dete nahi
dil o dimagh ek doosre ko dhone lage hain
kaargar kisi faisle ko ye hone dete nahi
kuchh kharabi to zaroor meri tahreer ki hai
raahat mujhe mere hi kuchh alfaaz dete nahi
chahat meri apne khwabon mein rahne ki hai
bas zara eitemaad mujhe mere humraaz dete nahi..

dil ki duniya

Hairat mein hain sargarmiyaan kya aarzoo karein
aur kaise inki taseer ko hum char su karien
nigaahon ki zara door tak tafreeh ho guzre
phir quwwat e zapt mein hum tabdeeli shuru karein
nahi maroof hain apne hi dil ki duniya mein
awwal to apne tukde ghairat mein sameta karein
kar lein zer e kafan apni ladkhadahat ko
aur phir apne dil ki duniya se ruju karien
aati hai surkhi hena ki tab hi kisi talve pe
qatron mein sahi kuchh khoon e jigar zaye ho
shadeed tar tar aankhon ko ab kaise karein
baqi hai abhi ye bache aansuon ko lahu karein

Not Many Moons Ago

I look upto the same sky
which kept watch over me
through the same clouds though
and not many moons ago.

a roof so near in my eyes
I could look to tint myself
In sharp or mellow glow
and not many moons ago.

that firmament is growing out
out of touch of my eager sights
which once dabbed my brow
and not many moons ago.

darkness rules those astral gaps
where rays played hide n seek
darkness was chained to bow
and not many moons ago.

Monotony

Fierce and ruthless in a fight,
unraveled cutlass of my thoughts,
chased down the slope of sight,
through fascination of my dreamy doubts.
Some thousand faces one would show,
Alas! In hide and seek of monotony.

dekhne ko jo sitare mile honge
tumse mil ke chamakte rahe honge
faqat is ke liye jo tumne kiya hoga
wo saare zardi mein ab lipat te honge

daaere mein phir jo hum aaye honge
lafz apne saare qadmon pe bichhaye honge
bulane ko humein jo tumne kiya hoga
wo saare zardi mein ab lipat te honge

iske waste jo lamhaat bitaaye honge
wasail mehdood wo saare jo lagaye honge
hai kaisa ye bharam tumne diya hoga
wo saare zardi mein ablipat te honge

wo neelam si aankhein wo saaya ghanera
aur uspe meri aashiquee ka dhundhla savera
kuchh hai maloom humein kuchh tumko khabar hai
in bigadti sanwarti tasveeron ka basera

kaise lapton ke sagar se jhoojhte honge
kaise jazbe hummein bante toot te honge
kaise in jazbon ko tumne jagaya hoga
wo saare zardi mein ab lipat te honge

qadam mere lakeeron se ghir rahe honge
daag saare jo meri tareeki ke diye honge
ubharne ko inko tumne hi kuchh kiya hoga
wo saare zardi mein ab lipat te honge

dekhne ko jo sitare mile honge
tumse milne ko taraste rahe honge
faqat is ke liye jo tumne kiya hoga
wo saare surkhee mein ab tapakte honge

Angushtnumai

Kahta hai zamana ke kyun itna naaz karte ho

bhala kyun apne parde sabpe daraaz karte ho

aajzee ka phir jhuk ke sabko salam hota hai

khamosh hi phir jawab mera aam hota hai

zabaan agar meri mere dil ka teer ho jaye

aur kaghzi pairahan pe sabke shamsheer ho jaye

to nazara e zer zang aalood ka ho jaye

aur zahir raaz parwaaz-zood ka ho jaye

kyun kar kisi ke aab o taab ko figaar karein

kyun hum kisi ke bharam ko muft char karein

behis ho mumkin jalal mera natwaan nahi 

nahi aisa ki nazr o qalb o baazu mein jaan nahi

ehteyaat ho ki niyat mein khaar na ho 

aur mutlaq humse qurbat mein aar na ho

mushtaq phir dar e ulfat kushada milega

bezarar purzauq ziyafat ko aamaada milega

mehfooz un faslon mein angushtnumai ko rahna hai

jahan se saquib ki shanakht shadeed adna hai

All Belong To Me

Those enticing worlds I fly above
upon whom my eyes spill colors
they think to catch me and see me full
in my piquant and enthralling finery
some proud ones wish to hunt me down
and see me perched in golden chains
and pluck from me my feathers
to obtain their courtly  aureoles
or some miserable of those worlds
forever livid in their monotonic spirits
watch me with their adoptive eyes
to lure me to their fostered nests
and there are some insolent of them
while they shoo me away from theirs
in mine I keep them with no grudge
like untouched pallid fruits in acrid peels
I fly and I keep flying all the life
and with airs I shed my feathers far and wide
and if I am true and my blood intact
they all belong to me and I to them.

Wo sab jin khaamion ke charche hain 
Wo humare nahi kahin aur ke hain
Jo agar nazron ko na padh sake zamana
To kya un nazron ke hum hi saaye hain 

Wo humara sab se yun nazrein churana
Aur sabki nazron ko humse chhupana
Kya koi raaz aisa gahra banega
Ki apno se khud ko begana banana

Koi  aake mere khwabon mein jhanke
Nighah e shauq meri nazmon pe lake
Ke kyun tahreeri surkhi  chhati rahi hai
Kyun rona chahta hai sabko bula ke

Jo zidd o laher aam ho chali hai
Jo tasveer e ulfat nakaam ho chali hai
Koi  to uska nigahbaan ho le
Jis subah ki berang shaam ho chali hai

Wo gaye zamane ki kheenchega sheera
Wo bedaari hai unqa jo paein sameera
Nahi bazm aisi ki iffat milegi
Kya mila hai kabhi zakheeron mein heera

Sab apne zom mein jiye ja rahe hain
Sab apni bedaari siye ja rahe hain
Wo apnon mein talkhi gholne ki
Jo wo adl khud pe kiye ja rahe hain

Na jane nazron ka kya pher le ke
Aur saare afsaanon ka zer le ke
Timtimata hai saquib apni shab ganwaye
Aazmata hai lafz apne hech le ke