दिख न पाऊँ मैं किसी को पर दिखे मुझे हर तनवीर
ऐ ख़ुदा मुख़तसर ही सही देदे मुझे ऐसी तासीर
Tanveer = aura
mukhtasar = brief
taaseer = special ability
Max Babi, my guru, like Tukaram has a weakness - he barely records his prolific output of poetry. Tukaram is immortal because of Santaji Jagnade who collected his works; this is my attempt to get as much of Max's stuff (he sends it on SMS) in one place.
दिख न पाऊँ मैं किसी को पर दिखे मुझे हर तनवीर
ऐ ख़ुदा मुख़तसर ही सही देदे मुझे ऐसी तासीर
Tanveer = aura
mukhtasar = brief
taaseer = special ability
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
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.