Ab nahin koi baat khatre ki...
There is no single danger left to fear — now everyone is a danger to everyone.
A short anthology, printed quietly. Read slowly — couplets reward stillness.
Quiet drafts written between meetings.
Ab nahin koi baat khatre ki...
There is no single danger left to fear — now everyone is a danger to everyone.
Yeh mujhe chain kyun nahin parta...
Why can I find no peace — was there only one person in the whole world?
Iqbal, Faiz, Ghalib, Jaun Elia.
Kitne aish se rehte honge...
How blissfully they must live, how proudly they must walk — those strangers she finds pleasing.
Main bhi bahut ajeeb hoon...
I am strange — so strange that I ruined myself, and feel no grief about it.
Ab ke hum bichhde to shayad...
If we part this time, perhaps we'll meet only in dreams — the way dried flowers are found in old books.
Lines for the long meetings and longer commutes.
Khudi ko kar buland itna...
Raise your self so high that before each decree, God Himself asks you: what is your will?
Hazaaron khwahishein aisi...
A thousand desires, each worth dying for — many were fulfilled, yet too few.
Lines for the hours when the house finally sleeps.
Gulon mein rang bhare...
Let colors fill the flowers, let spring's breeze stir — come now, so the garden may live.
End of diwan · والسلام