"Kisi mausam ka jhaunka tha
Jo is deewar par latki hui tasveer tirchhi kar gaya hai
Gaye sawaan mein ye deewarein yoon seeli nahin thi
Na jaane is dafa kyun inmein seelan aa gayi hai
Darare pad gaye hai aur seelan is tarha baithti hai
Jaise khushk rukhsaaron pe geele aansu chalte hain
Ye baarish gungunaati thi isi chatt ki munderon par
Yeh ghar ki khidkiyon ke kaanch par ungli se likh jaati thi sandese
Dekhti rahti hai baithi hui ab, band roshandano ke peeche se
Dopaharen aisi lagti hai, bina mohron ke khaali khaane rakhe hain
Na koi khelne waala hai baazi aur na koi chaal chalta hai
Na din hota hai ab na raat hoti hai, sabhi kuch ruk gaya hai
Woh kya mausam ka jhauka tha, Jo is deewar par latki hui tasveer tirchhi kar gaya hai?"
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"jis kii aa.Nkho.n me.n kaTii thii sadiyaa.N
us ne sadiyo.n kii judaa_ii dii hai"
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"vaqt kii shaaKh se lamhe.n nahii.n to.Daa karate"
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"nazm ulajhii huii hai siine me.n
misare aTake hue hai.n hoTho.n par
u.Date-phirate hai.n titaliyo.n kii tarah
lafz kaaGaz pe baiThate hii nahii.n"
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"zindagii yuu.N hu_ii basar tanhaa
qaafilaa saath aur safar tanhaa"
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This is beauty etched out in words. This is Gulzar.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
Friday, March 25, 2005
Arrived
Muse you and I may
Who can but for certainty say
What life brings to our doorstep
Winding alleys and oft dark an embrace
That flicker of hope in our rusted lamp
Takes us through this refugee camp
For when the voice speaks from within
Loud and clear above the din
You may for sure say
Through this swerving way
My home have i reached
Among the golden maple and the beech.
Who can but for certainty say
What life brings to our doorstep
Winding alleys and oft dark an embrace
That flicker of hope in our rusted lamp
Takes us through this refugee camp
For when the voice speaks from within
Loud and clear above the din
You may for sure say
Through this swerving way
My home have i reached
Among the golden maple and the beech.
Wednesday, March 23, 2005
Fragments
Fragments of painful dimensions
Pierce into my veins
Like the needles of ecstacy
They bring with them a haven of delusions
Blinding light of reality shielded
Cool shadows cast, into the courtyard of life
That shattering noise
Deafens me to my own breathing
In such a myriad of jumbled up thoughts
How do i find myself, how do i get to the real me?
Pierce into my veins
Like the needles of ecstacy
They bring with them a haven of delusions
Blinding light of reality shielded
Cool shadows cast, into the courtyard of life
That shattering noise
Deafens me to my own breathing
In such a myriad of jumbled up thoughts
How do i find myself, how do i get to the real me?
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