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ऐ ख़ुदा मुख़तसर ही सही देदे मुझे ऐसी तासीर
Tanveer = aura
mukhtasar = brief
taaseer = special ability
Sunday, October 26, 2014
तासीर
दिलासा
दिलासा दिया जो क़ुरबत का खेला किए हम उसी से
बदासा मिला जो ग़म बस झेला किए हम ख़ुशी से
सुना सा लगा वह नग़मा, अल्फ़ाज़ के नीचे जज़बात थे
ज़रा सा गिला फ़ुरक़त का देखा किए हम दूरी से
Centipedes on a mission
Like half-ripened fruits with toothpicks
For legs and arms, faces masked with
colourful dupattas, they tumble on,
centipedes on a mission.
Perhaps life a compact crossover
between foggy dreams and concrete
Reality drives them... they trudge on.
The lukewarm tea nourishes me
As halfheartedly as these notes.
Looking away from the mess upclose
at the kaleidoscopic canvas of life
is a tasteless meal that must sustain me.
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
The Curse Of Our Time
Insularity, being trapped in a glassy bubble
unable to reach out and yet keep
smouldering like a bundle of wet sticks,
choking on our own whimsical fumes
- pushing ourselves away, grappling with
shadowy reality and concrete fears.
Nightmares emerge from dreams.
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