Hasti Apni Habab Ki Si Hai

हस्ती अपनी हबाब की सी है। (Hasti Apni Sharab Ki Si Hai) - My Existence Is Like A Bubble - Mir Taqi Mir

Mir Taqi Mir is in full praise of his beloved in this Ghazal and lamenting for not becoming close to her. He said that without her his existence is like an illusion. If you read this Ghazal you will know that opening of song 'Honth Rasiley' from Welcome (2007) is inspired from it. I have tried to translate it here for your better understanding. 

हस्ती अपनी हबाब की सी है,

ये नुमाइश सराब की सी है। 

Hasti Apni Habab Ki Si Hai,

Ye Numaish Saraab Ki Si Hai.

My existence is like a bubble's version,

this exhibition is only like an illusion.

नाज़ुकी उस के लब की क्या कहिए,

पंखुड़ी इक गुलाब की सी है। 

Nazuki Us Ke Lab Ki Kya Kahiye,

Pankhudi Ek Gulab Ki Si Hai.

The softness of her lips goes,

like the petals of a rose.

चश्म-ए-दिल खोल इस भी आलम पर,

याँ की औक़ात ख़्वाब की सी है। 

Chasm-e-Dil Khol Is Bhi Aalam Par,

Yan Ki Aukaat Khwaab Ki Si Hai.

Also open the eyes to this world's condition,

here like dream is the position.

बार-बार उस के दर पे जाता हूँ,

हालत अब इज़्तिराब की सी है। 

Baar-Baar Us Ke Dar Pe Jata Hun,

Halat Ab Iztiraab Ki Si Hai.

I went to her door again and again,

the condition like restlessness now I gain.

नुक़्ता-ए-ख़ाल से तिरा अबरू,

बैत इक इंतिख़ाब की सी है। 

Nukhta-e-Khaal Se Tira Abru,

Bait Ik Intikhaab Ki Si Hai.

From the point of mole your eyebrows,

are like the selected couplet in poetry arose.

मैं जो बोला कहा कि ये आवाज़,

उसी ख़ाना-ख़राब की सी है। 

Mein Jo Bola Kaha Ki Ye Awaaz,

Usi Khana-Kharab Ki Si Hai.

When I spoke then said that the voice,

belongs to the same ruined choice.

आतिश-ए-ग़म में दिल भुना शायद,

देर से बू कबाब की सी है। 

Aatish-e-Gham Mein Dil Bhuna Shayad,

Der Se Bu Kabab Ki Si Hai.

Perhaps heart is roasted in the fire of grief,

for long there is smell of kebab I believe.

देखिए अब्र की तरह अब के,

मेरी चश्म-ए-पुर-आब की सी है। 

Dekhiye Abr Ki Tarah Ab Ke,

Meri Chashm-e-Pur-Aab Ki Si Hai.

Look this time like the clouds-full,

my eyes too are tearful.

'मीर' उन नीम-बाज़ आँखों में,

सारी मस्ती शराब की सी है। 

'Mir' Un Neem-Baaz Aankhon Mein,

Saari Masti Sharab Ki Si Hai.

'Mir' those intoxicating eyes have,

all the flavors that liquor gave.

Pyaar Ki Raah Chune

प्यार की राह चुने। (Pyaar Ki Raah Chune)

Season of love starts with valentine week i.e the various days denoted to express your feelings for somebody. Feb 7 is Rose Day, Feb 8 is Propose Day then comes Chocolate Day, Teddy Day, Promise Day, Hug Day, Kiss Day and finally Valentine Day from 9th to 14th February respectively. I believe that love needs no day to express but in the popular culture if we have a dedicated day for it enjoy it fully with your loved one. Here in this Hindi poem there is a conversation between a boy and a girl of expressing their love for each other. They think that the world and the society always remain against those who love so they must unite without thinking about anybody but only about their love. They decided to walk on the path of love leaving hatred aside. I hope you will enjoy this poem. Happy Valentine Day. 

प्रेमी (Premi) :
तेरी बाँहों में आराम मिले,
न इससे भला कोई काम मिले,
दुनिया को भुलाये बैठा हूँ, तेरी यादों में खोया रहता हूँ। 
Teri Bahon Mein Aaram Mile,
Na Isse Bhala Koi Kaam Mile,
Duniya Ko Bhulaye Baitha Hun, Teri Yadon Mein Khoya Rehta Hun.

प्रेमिका (Premika) :

जो हाल तेरा वही हाल मेरा,

भीड़ में भी तनहा रहती हूँ, दिखता रहता है तेरा चेहरा,

बेगाने सब अब लगते हैं इतना हुआ ये रिश्ता गहरा। 

Jo Haal Tera Wahi Haal Mera,

Bheed Mein Bhi Tanha Rehti Hun, Dikhta Rehta Hai Tera Chehra,

Baigana Sab Ab Lagte Hain, Itna Hua Ye Rishta Gehra.

प्रेमी (Premi) :
ज़माने के अब सब बंधन तोड़,
आ दिल से दिल का नाता जोड़। 
रोकेंगे-टोकेंगे दुनियावाले मगर इनकी सारी फिकरें छोड़। 
Zamane Ke Ab Sab Bandhan Tod,
Aa Dil Se Dil Ka Nata Jod.
Rokenge - Tokenge Duniyawale Magar Inki Saari Fikrein Chodd.

प्रेमिका (Premika) :
ऐसा ही इरादा मेरा है,
ये जो मर्यादाओं ने घेरा है, इन पर बीते वक़्त का पहरा है,
आज नए  नियम चुनें, प्यार की राह चुने। 
Aisa Hi Irada Mera Hai,
Ye Jo Maryadaon Ne Ghera Hai, In Par Beete Waqt Ka Pehra Hai,
Aaj Naye Niyam Chune, Pyaar Ki Raah Chune.

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आज मौसम हरा-भरा सा है,

फिर किसी ने इश्क़ किया होगा। 

Aaj Mausam Hara-Bhara Sa Hai,

Phir Kisi Ne Ishq Kiya Hoga.

Today pleasant weather has sustained

someone has fallen in love again.

आराम (Bahon) - Arms ; भला (Bhala) - Better ; प्रेमी (Premi) - Lover ; प्रेमिका (Premika) - Lady Lover ; बंधन (Bandhan) - Bond/connection ; बेगाने (Begane) - Unknown/Alien ;  फिकरें (Fikrein) - Worries ; मर्यादाओं (Maryadaon) - Moral Limits.

Mein Jise Odhta - Bichata Hun

में जिसे ओढ़ता - बिछाता हूँ। (Mein Jise Odhta - Bichata Hun) - The One With Which I Am Frequent With - Dushyant Kumar

Dushyant Kumar is most popular for his sher 'Ho Kahin Bhi Aag Lekin Aag Jalni Chahiye' . This ghazal 'Mein Jise Odhta-Bichata Hun' is a romantic one where poet is describing his love. Third couplet is used as a song in the recent released movie 'Masaan'. Poet describes this poem as his favorite one. He said that he forgets everything in his eyes and shivers when she passes across him. He said that people don't let him come out to express his love but his efforts have increased even more after closing of one door. He feels more closer to her in his attempt to forget her and in the end he said that he was an angel who would carry on with the relationship even though she didn't want it to continue. Here I have translated it for better understanding.

मैं जिसे ओढ़ता-बिछाता हूँ,

वो ग़ज़ल आपको सुनाता हूँ। 

Mein Jise Odhta - Bichata Hun,

Wo Ghazal Aapko Sunata Hun.

The one with which I am frequent with,

that ghazal (poetry) I will make you acquaint with.

एक जंगल है तेरी आँखों में,

मैं जहाँ राह भूल जाता हूँ। 

Ek Jungle Hai Teri Aankhon Mein,

Mein Jahan Raah Bhool Jata Hun.

There is a forest in your eyes,

where I forget my path

तू किसी रेल-सी गुज़रती है,

मैं किसी पुल-सा थरथराता हूँ। 

Tu Kisi Rail Si Guzarti Hai,

Mein Kisi Pul Sa Thartharata Hun.

You pass like a train,

I shiver like a bridge.

हर तरफ़ ऐतराज़ होता है,

मैं अगर रौशनी में आता हूँ। 

Har Taraf Aitraaz Hota Hai,

Mein Agar Roshni Mein Aata Hun.

Everywhere there are objections,

If I comes in the light.

एक बाज़ू उखड़ गया जबसे,

और ज़्यादा वज़न उठाता हूँ। 

Ek Bazu Ukhad Gaya Jab Se,

Aur Zyada Wazan Uthata Hun.

Since I have lost an arm,

I lift even more weight.

मैं तुझे भूलने की कोशिश में,

आज कितने क़रीब पाता हूँ। 

Mein Tujhe Bhoolne Ki Koshish Mein,

Aaj Kitne Kareeb Pata Hun.

In my attempt to forget you,

I comes more closer to you.

कौन ये फ़ासला निभाएगा,

मैं फ़रिश्ता हूँ सच बताता हूँ। 

Kaun Ye Fasla Nibhayega,

Mein Farishta Hun Sach Batata Hun.

Who would carry on with these distances,

I am an angel who speaks the truth. 

Here is the video of the song from Masaan inspired by this ghazal 

Love : The Ultimate Destination

Love : The Ultimate Destination

According to me each day is the day of love. Whatever you do from your heart is an act of love an act for which you never feels bad and which never hurts anyone. Today, however is the official day of love i.e Valentine's Day the birthday of Saint Valentine who used to love children and give them food,clothes, sweets and toys. This day is now related more with romance than with its appeal of universal harmony and love. I wish you a happy Valentine's day with this poem.

We all run for those things which have short or limited shelf life like money,power and property, all materialistic things which have an end. This poem is about that thing which keep you alive even after death. 

Money!

It decreases with distribution.

No returns from any contribution.

Power!

Its grip loses with age and time,

receives backbiting without spending a dime.

Property!

Other have share in these possessions,

Depreciated in each period of recession. 

Love!
Which increases with distribution,
You will get more in each contribution,
timeless, ageless and your own,
give remembrance when you are gone,
your survival kit in recession,
Love is the ultimate destination.
The power which always survive,
after death in memories which keep you alive. 

Nonet : Love - Hate

Nonet : Love - Hate

A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with one syllable. The one to nine syllable poem is called a reverse nonet. Here is the combination of both as an Hour Glass poem.

When someone's happiness becomes your,

all blessings in their life you pour,

their each action you adore,

with them you never bore,

felt pain when apart,

then hold your heart,

because this,

is called,

Love.

Hate.

when you,

understand,

no one to trust,

having life to rust,

spoiled every relation

as friend you have gathered none,

no place is reserved for the one,

Neither on earth nor in the heaven,

Laila - Majnu

लैला - मजनू ! (Laila - Majnu) 

Love Wins in America after legalization of homosexual marriages. Now people who love each other irrespective of their gender can live together in social relation without any restriction in USA. But in India where even a girl and a boy's marriage faces obstructions if they are not from same caste, religion or status love doesn't always win. Here with an immortal love story of Laila and Majnu I am authenticating a point that love in spite of many obligations, objections and restrictions flourish and never ends with mere death but lives forever to inspire generations to come.

वो पिट रहा था, हस रहा था सारा ज़माना,

'लैला मेरी ले आओ मैं हूँ उसका दीवाना !'

'ओ ! लैला! मेरी लैला! मैं हूँ तेरा दीवाना।'

लैला के वजूद के आगे था उसने कुछ नहीं जाना। 

Wo pit raha tha, hus raha tha sara zamana,

'Laila meri le aao mein hun uska diwana!'

'O! Laila! Meri Laila! Mein hun tera diwana.

Laila ke wajood ke aage tha usne kuch nahin jana.

'पथ्थर से न मारो' कहती आई लैला,

'ज़ुल्म किया है तुमने इसको देख अकेला,

तुम्हारे ज़माने में मोहब्बत जुर्म है अगर,

मुजरिम हैं हम दोनों, कलम करदो हमारे सर।' 
'Paththar se na maro' kehti aayee laila,
'Zulm kiya hai tumne isko dekh akela,
Tumhare zamane mein mohabbat jurm hai agar,
Mujrim hain hum dono, kalam kardo hamare sar.'

'इश्क़ करने वाले कभी रुके हैं क्या मगर,

आते रहें हैं दुनिया में वो चेहरे बदल-बदल कर। 

हार गया प्यार कहोगे तुम हमारे जाने के बाद,

हम हसेंगे, इश्क़ करेंगे फिर वापस आने के बाद। '
Ishq karne wale kabhi ruke hain magar kya,
Aate rahein hain duniya mein wo chehre badal-badal kar.
Haar gaya pyaar kahoge tum hamare jaane ke baad,
Hum sahenge, ishq karenge phir wapas aane ke baad.'

'आज अलग करदो हमें,  बेशक़ हम मर जाएंगे,

रूहों को हमारी जुदा करने मगर कहाँ आओगे। 

कितनी दफ़ा,किस-किस तरह हम मरते रहे हैं,

हम से दीवाने फिर भी मगर प्यार करते रहे हैं। 
'Aaj alag kardo hamein, beshaq hum mar jaenge,
Ruhon ko hamari juda karne magar kahan jaoge.
Kitni dafa, kis-kis tarah hum marte rahe hain,
Hum se diwane phir bhi magar pyaar karte rahein hain.

वजूद (wajood ) - Identity ; पतथर (Paththar) - Stone ; ज़ुल्म (Zulm) - Victimization ; मुजरिम (mujrim) - Criminal ; कलम (Kalam) - To cut ; बेशक़ (beshak) - undoubtedly ; रूहों (Ruhon) - Spirits ; कितनी दफ़ा (kitni dafa) - how many times ; 

My inspiration for this poem was iconic song of the movie Laila - Majnu (1976) sung by Lata Mangeshkar composed by Madan Mohan and written by Sahir Ludhianvi.

A Never Ending Summer

A Never Ending Summer

Some togetherness never let you feel alone, never let you go down, never let you experience pain. Such relations also make each season pleasant and then you even want a never ending summer because that doesn't bother you. This bilingual poem is expression of this feeling.

A Never Ending Summer जो तेरे साथ हो शुरू,

A Never Ending Summer जिसकी हर बात में हो तू।  

चमके सूरज As Bright As Your Face,

बाँहों में हों हम Without Pain's Any Trace,

जो टपके पसीना वो मोती का ले ले भेस,

Such Is The Power of Your Smile's Grace. 

तपती ज़मीं पर When I Walk With You,

ऐसा लगे है जैसे Green Grass With Dew,

घटाएं छा जाएँ जब ज़ुल्फ़ें खोले तू ,

Every Season Is Pleasant When I was Near You.

हर प्यास बुझ गई When Drown In Your Eyes,

शीतल हुआ हूँ यूँ As If Turned Into Ice,

हाथों में हाथ दे इकरार करले तू,

Desert Will Also Then Look Nice.

A Never Ending Summer जो तेरे साथ हो शुरू,

A Never Ending Summer जिसकी हर बात में हो तू।  

चमके - Shining , भेस - Appearance , तपती ज़मीं - Hot Land , घटाएं -Black Rainy Clouds , ज़ुल्फ़ें - Tresses, शीतल - Cold, प्यास - Thirst , इकरार - Agreed. 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Tumhare Ishq Mein!

तुम्हारे इश्क़ में! (Tumhare Ishq Mein)

Happy Valentines Day. This is the time of the year for love. When you express your feelings to your loved ones. But this is also the time to realize that true love is in giving without worrying about getting it back in return. This ghazal is about one such love. Enjoy this to enjoy the true spirit of love where one is happy even after losing all he/she have including one's life.

तुम्हारे इश्क़ में ख़ुद को मिटा दिया देखो,

ज़मानेभर से रिश्ता भुला दिया देखो। 

Tumhare ishq mein khud ko mita diya dekho,

Zamanebhar se rishta bhula diya dekho.

कोई जो रोक कर पूछे है अब पता मेरा,

क़दमों में तेरे सर अपना झुका दिया देखो। 

Koi jo rok kar pooche hai ab pata mera,

Kadmon mein tere sar apna jhuka diya dekho.

मोहब्बत कैसे करते हैं ये मालूम नहीं,

घर-बार अपना हमने गवा दिया देखो।  

Mohabbat kaise karte hain ye maloom nahin,

Ghar-baar apna humne gawa diya dekho.

बताओ राज़ क्या दिल में छुपाए बैठे हो,

चीर के हमने दिल अपना दिखा दिया देखो।

Batao raaz kya dil mein chupaye baithe ho,

Cheer ke humne dil apna dikha diya dekho.  

न जाने क्या वजह थी नज़र चुराने की,

जुदा सांसों को ज़िन्दगी से कर दिया देखो।

Na jaane kya wajah thi nazar churane ki,

Juda sanson ko zindagi se kar diya dekho.

तुम्हारे इश्क़ में ख़ुद को मिटा दिया देखो,

ज़मानेभर से रिश्ता भुला दिया देखो। 

Tumhare ishq mein khud ko mita diya dekho,

Zamanebhar se rishta bhula diya dekho.

ख़ुद (Khud ) - Self ; रिश्ता ( Rishta ) - Relation ; क़दमों (kadmon) - feet ; झुका (jhuka) - to bow ;घर-बार (ghar-baar) - Home-Business ;  गवा (gawa) - wasted ; चीर ( cheer ) - to rip ; नज़र चुराना (nazar churana ) - to ignore ; जुदा ( juda ) - Separate ; सांसों (sanson) - breaths 

Journey To Someone's Heart

Journey To Someone's Heart

Neither airplane nor any train,

Even if it's far you can't use a car,

for journey to someone's heart.

The path is shaky & turbulent, 

If commitment is not 100 percent, 

in journey to someone's heart.

The heart which is very fragile,

Love things otherwise futile,

May disown luxury & wealth pile,

and accept just a true smile, 

To walk miles and mile,

in journey of life.

You just need an honest start,

a truthful loving heart

for journey to someone's heart. 

 

This poem is linked to Poetry Jam ( Journey). 

Kal Chaudhvi Ki Raat Thi

कल चौदहवी की रात थी! ( Yesterday it was the full moon night!) - Ibn-e-Insha

Those who love Urdu Shayari must have heard or read the first sher of this ghazal. It is famous and have used in various movies also. I discovered today that this was written by the best humorist of Urdu language Ibn-e-Insha. I have posted complete ghazal along with its translation by me. It's in admiration of the poet's beloved and about his one sided love to her. He is comparing her face with that of the full moon on fourteenth day of the month and expressing his love in rest of the ghazal. You can understand it better here.

कल चौदहवी की रात थी,शब भर रहा चर्चा तेरा,

कुछ ने कहा यह चाँद है, कुछ ने कहा चेहरा तेरा। 

Kal chaudhvi ki raat thi, shab bhar raha charcha tera,

kuch ne kaha yeh chand hai, kuch ne kaha chehra tera.

You were discussed on yesterday's full moon night,

Some said, ' It is moon.' , Some said that it was your face.

हम भी वहीँ मौजूद थे , हमसे भी सब पूछा किये,

हम हंस दिए, हम चुप रहे, मंज़ूर था पर्दा तेरा। 

Hum bhi wahin maujood the, humse bhi sab poocha kiye,

Hum hans diye, hum chup rahe, manzoor tha parda tera.

I was also present there, my opinion was also asked,

I smiled, I kept quiet, your veil I embrace.  

इस शहर में किस से मिलें हम से तो छूटी महफ़िलें,

हर शक़्स तेरा नाम ले, हर शक़्स दीवाना तेरा। 

Is shahar mein kis se milein hum se to chooti mehfilein,

Har shaqs tera naam le, har shaqs diwana tera.

Whom to meet in this city, I skipped gatherings,

Every person recite your name, to you every person chase.  

कूचे को तेरे छोड़ कर जोगी ही बन जाएं मगर,

जंगल तेरे, पर्बत तेरे, बस्ती तेरी, सेहरा तेरा। 

Kooche ko tere chod kar jogi hi ban jaayein magar,

Jungle tera, parbat tere, basti teri, sehra tera.

Ready to become a hermit leaving your street but,

forests, mountains, towns, deserts have your base.

हम और रस्मे-ए-बंदगी, आशुफ़्तगी? उफ़तादगी?

एहसान है क्या-क्या तेरा, ऐ हुस्न-ऐ-बेपरवाह तेरा। 

Hum aur rasm-e-bandagi, ashuftagi? Uftadgi ?

Ehsaan hai kya-kya tera, ae husn-e-beparwaf tera.

I and these rituals of worshiping, worrisome? Troublesome?

O ! Careless beauty, these all are your grace.

दो अश्क़ जाने किसके लिए, पलकों पर आ कर टिक गए,

अल्ताफ़ की बारिश तेरी, इकराम का दरिया तेरा। 

Do ashq jaane kiske liye, palko par aa kar tik gaye,

Altaaf ki barish teri, Ikraam ka dariya tera.

For whom two drops of tears settled on eyelids, 

Your rain of kindness, your river of praise.

ऐ बेदरीग़-ओ-बेइमां, हमने कभी की है फ़ुगन?

हमको तेरी वेहशत सही, हमको सही सौदा तेरा। 

Ae Bedarig-o-beimaan, humne kabhi ki hai fugan?

Humko teri wehshat safi, humko sahi sauda tera.

Have I mourned? O! unmerciful and dishonest fellow,

Accepted your horror and deal with solace.

हम पर ये सख़्ती की नज़र? हम हैं फ़क़ीर-ए-रहगुज़र,

रस्ता कभी रोका तेरा ? दामन कभी थामा तेरा ?

Hum par ye sakhti ki nazar ? Hum hain faqir-e-rehguzar,

Rasta kabhi roka tera ? Daman kabhi thama tera ?

Why look of strictness on me? I am a beggar on a way.

Have I restricted your way ? Have I touched you cloth surface?  

हाँ-हाँ तेरी सूरत हसीन, लेकिन तो ऐसा भी नहीं,

इस शक़्स के अशार से शोहरा हुआ क्या-क्या तेरा।  

Haan-Haan teri surat hansin, lekin to aisa bhi nahin,

Is shaqs ke ashaar se shohra hua kya-kya tera.

It's true that you are beautiful, but it's not like that,

But your popularity from this man's liveliness you can't replace.

बेदर्द सुननी हो तो चल, कहता है क्या अच्छी ग़ज़ल,

आशिक़ तेरा, रुस्वा तेरा, शायर तेरा, 'इंशा' तेरा। 

Bedard sunni hai to chal, kehta hai kya achchi ghazal,

Aashiq tera, ruswa tera, shayar tera, 'Insha' tera.

O! Ruthless I f you want to hear, how beautiful couplets recited by, 

Your 'Insha', Your lover, your poet, your disgrace.

Few couplets of this ghazal were sung by legends like Ghulam Ali and Jagjit Singh. Here is youtube video for the same.

Kisi Se Meri Manzil Ka Pata.

किसी से मेरी मंज़िल का पता। ( Kisi Se Meri Manzil Ka Pata) - Makhmoor Dehelvi

Makhmoor Dehelvi is one of those Urdu poets whose work is not much known. If you search on internet there is not much information about him. The last sher ( couplet ) was often recited by my father, it was now that I know it was written by Makhmoor Dehelvi and it is part of this beautiful ghazal. This ghazal talks about the failure in love or not getting the love at all because he don't consider himself worthy of it. On the philosophical ground this ghazal holds the deeper meaning of it's connection with almighty God whose doorpost he didn't want to leave but was unable to ask him anything. I have tried to translate it to spread this shayar (poet) and his shayari ( couplet ) among the masses. 

किसी से मेरी मंज़िल का पता पाया नहीं जाता,

जहाँ मैं हूँ फरिश्तों से वहाँ आया नहीं जाता। 

Kisi se meri manzil ka pata paya nahin jata,

Jahan mein hun farishton se wahan aaya nahin jata.

Anyone aware of my destination is not found,

Where I exists, there angels are not bound.

मेरे टूटे हुए पा-ए-तलब का मुझ पे एहसान है,

तुम्हारे दर से उठ के अब कहीं जाया नहीं जाता। 

Mere tute hue pa-e-talab ka mujhpe ehsaan hai,

Tumhare dar se uth ke ab kahin jaya nahin jata.

My broken feet of cite on me has a favor,

that I can't go leaving your doorpost savor.

चमन तुमसे इबारत है,बहारें तुमसे हैं ज़िंदा,

तुम्हारे सामने फूलों से मुरझाया नहीं जाता। 

Chaman tumse ibarat hai, baharein tumse hain zinda,

Tumhare saamne phoolon se murjhaya nahin jata.

Gardens are part of you,springtime is alive through you,

Flowers don't want to wither in front of you. 

हर एक दाग-ए-तमन्ना को कलेजे से लगता हूँ,

के घर आई हुई दौलत को ठुकराया नहीं जाता। 

Har ek daag-e-tamanna ko kaleje se lagata hun,

Ke ghar aaye hue daulat ko thukraya nahin jata.

Every single stain of wish I kept near my heart,

From the wealth entered home it's difficult to apart.

मोहब्बत के लिए कुछ ख़ास दिल मख़्सूस होते हैं,

ये वो नग़मा है जो हर साज़ पे गाया नहीं जाता। 

Mohabbat ke liye kuch khaas dil makhsoos hote hain,

Ye wo nagma hai jo har saaz pe gaya nahin jata.

Certain hearts are peculiar for love boon,

This song is not sung on every musical tune.

फ़क़ीरी में भी मुझको मांगने से शर्म आती है,

सवाली होके मुझसे हाथ फ़ैलाया नहीं जाता।  

Faqiri mein bhi mujhko maangne se sharm aati hai,

Sawali hoke mujhse haath failaya nahin jata.

I am ashamed of asking even in poorness ,

I can't stretch my hands to beg in neediness

Understand this ghazal better: Kisi Se Meri Manzil 

The Page Will Turn

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The Page Will Turn

When you were crying boy,

and I was smiling girl,

You had dimples on cheeks,

and I had curly swirl,

When I fell down during play,

and you blow away the dust,

I used to eat soft bread,

when you removed hard crust,

Then also in that joy and fun , I was sure the page will turn.

When you followed silly girls,

and they gave you a slap,

You committed daily mistakes, 

and I hid your crap

When you hit a boundary,

I cheered you in crowd,

you needed some help,

but never shared your doubt,

During that time of hormonal overturn,I was sure the page will turn.

When you joined the army,
page did turned,
you expressed your love,
but never returned.

War snatched my everything,
but I didn't cry,
For peace's sake,promises became fake,
but I never asked 'why?'

I am sure the page will turn, when in heaven we would be one.

Different phases comes in life,

some are happy, some are sad,

never stop at any point,

good comes after every bad,

Never sit back and relax,

don't let your hopes shun,

what next chapter has in store for you,

will reveal when the page will turn

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Pehla -Pehla Pyaar

पहला-पहला प्यार (Pehla - Pehla Pyaar)( First Love)

This ghazal is about the first love,how a lover lost his senses at the site of her beloved. How he started building a relation with her which eventually turns to love. The lover then lost so much in love that he see only his beloved and finally his own identity is at her mercy.

रुक गए क़दम यक-ब-यक,ज़मीं से कोई करार हो गया जैसे,
तेरी तरफ ही देखता रहा ,तेरी नज़रों से हूँ बंध गया जैसे। 
Ruk gaye kadam yak-ba-yak, zamin se koi karaar ho gaya jaise,
Teri taraf hi dekhta raha,teri nazron se hun bandh gaya jaise.

एक झलक में ही तेरी भूल गया मैं दो जहाँ,
तुझसे रग-रग का मेरी रिश्ता हो जुड़ गया जैसे। 
Ek jhalak mein hi teri bhool gaya mein do jahan,
Tujhse rag-rag ka meri rishta ho jud gaya jaise.

लगे है दिल को कि अब हर तरफ तू है,
इश्क़ का तेरे जादू हो चल गया जैसे। 
Lage hai dil ko ki ab har taraf tu hai,
Ishq ka tere jadu ho chal gaya jaise.

तेरे बग़ैर महफ़िलें लगें हैं वीराना,
तेरे सिवा और सब हो खो गया जैसे। 
Tere bagair mehfilein lagein hain veerana,
Tere siva aur sab ho kho gaya jaise.

तेरा चेहरा ही अब आईने में नज़र आता है,
ख़ुदी मिटाकर तुझे हूँ पा गया जैसे। 
Tera chehra hi ab aaine mein nazar aata hai,
Khudi mitakar tujhe hun pa gaya jaise.

यक-ब-यक Yak-ba-yak = Automatically,  ज़मीं Zamin = Ground, रग-रग Rag-Rag = Each part ,हर तरफ़ Har taraf = Everywhere महफ़िलें Mehfilein = Gatherings, वीराना Veerana = Deserted place, आइना Aaina = Mirror,ख़ुदी Khudi = Self

Platinum Day Of Love

Platinum Day Of Love

Platinum Day of love is a day we discover true love which starts and never ends. It takes only a moment to realize the eternal love. That love is like metal platinum which does not fade or tarnish with time,it always stays true. This contest by preciousplatinum.in on indiblogger.in has provided a place where I can share my dream of  Platinum Day Of Love. I have weaved that dream in a poem which is also unique for having stanzas in both Hindi and English.

शर्माया-शर्माया मैं था,

    वो भी घबराई-घबराई थी,

मिलकर भी हम न मिले थे,

    ये साथ ,जुदाई सी ही थी। 

Tied in this unknown relation,

        we did care for each other,

But never expressed in hesitation,

       we passed the whole summer. 

सर्दी कि वो एक शाम थी,

        देर से घर मैं लौटा था,

फ़ोन भी न मिल पाया था,

        उसका दिल यूँ डोला था। 

She shouted as I entered,

       hugged me & cried in dismay,

All those distances were ended,

       that was our Love's platinum day,

उस पल में जो एहसास था,

       वो हमेशा रहना याद था,

आँखों में आँखें खोई थीं,

       हाथों में थामा हाथ था,

Timeless & pure love we discovered,

       much like the metal Platinum,

with it's love bands we endeavoured,

       to stay true in days to come.

Dil-E-Nadaan(Innocent(naive) Heart)-Mirza Ghalib

दिल-ए-नादां(Innocent Heart)-Mirza Ghalib

दिल-ए-नादां तुझे हुआ क्या है?

आखिर इस दर्द की दवा क्या है?
Oh! Innocent heart what has happened to you?
what is the cure of this pain?

हम हैं मुश्ताक और वो बेज़ार,

या इलाही यह माजरा क्या है?
I am eager and she unaware,
Oh God! What is happening here?

मै भी मुहँ में ज़बान रखता हूँ,

काश पूछो की मुद्दा क्या है?
I too have a tongue in my mouth,
and can tell what is the matter? If asked.

जब की तुझ बिन नहीं कोई मौजूद,

फिर ये हंगामा-ए-ख़ुदा क्या है?
If you are the only one present,
than why there is a fuss about God?

ये परी-चेहरा लोग कैसे हैं?

गमज़ा-ओ-इशवा-ओ-अदा क्या है?
What these beautiful faces are?
What is all these side glances,airs and coquetry?

शिकन-ए-ज़ुल्फ़-ए-अम्बरी क्यूँ है?

निगाह-ए-चश्म-ए-सुरमा सा क्या है?

Why these fragrant tresses of hair?
Why these eyes with black liners(surma)?

सब्ज़ा-ओ-गुल कहाँ से आए हैं?

अब्र क्या चीज़ है, हवा क्या है?
From where does these plants and flowers come?
What are clouds?What is air?(means who created them)

हमको उनसे वफ़ा की है उम्मीद,

जो नहीं जानते वफ़ा क्या है?
I hopes for faith from her,
who don't even know what is faithfulness?

हाँ भला कर तेरा भला होगा।

और दरवेश की सदा क्या है?
Do good as it brings good.
What else does a friar demands?

जान तुम पर निसार करता हूँ,

मै नहीं जानता दुआ क्या है?
I bestow my life on you,
What else is prayer,I don't know?

मैंने माना की कुछ नहीं ग़ालिब,

मुफ़्त हाथ आए तो बुरा क्या है?
Ghalib admits that he is nothing,
What is wrong in getting him free?

To have a detailed understanding of the above ghazal CLICK HERE

Mehve Khayal(lost in thoughts)

महवे ख्याल।(ख्यालों में खोये हुए)

महवे खयाल यार हूँ,लज्ज़ते कश अज़ार हूँ।
मुझको सजा यूँ मिली इश्क में बेकरार  हूँ।

कैसी मै नाबकार हूँ,                                                                               

गरचे जवां मै हज़ार हूँ,                                                                        

लज्ज़ते कश अज़ार हूँ,                                                     

                               

                                महवे-ख्याल यार हूँ,

                                मुझको सज़ा यूँ मिली इश्क में बेकरार हूँ।

हूँ मै असीरे रंजोगम,                                                                            

हिज्र के दिन ये पुर अलम,

कुफ्रे शबाब पुर सितम,

                         

                               नालाये दिल फ़गार हूँ,

                               मुझको सज़ा यूँ मिली इश्क में बेकरार हूँ।

हो गई ज़िन्दगी से सैर,

आजा तू मौत गुलबरग न देर,

मुल्के अदम की हो गई सैर,

                              आज़में कीये यार हूँ ,

                              मुझको सज़ा यूँ मिली इश्क में बेकरार हूँ।

जान मै जिसको देती हूँ,

कलमा में जिसका पड़ती हूँ,

दिल से मै जिस पर मरती हूँ,

                              उस दिल के लिए मै बार हूँ,

                              मुझको सज़ा यूँ मिली इश्क में बेकरार हूँ।

आतिफे गामगार सुन,

नाजिशे संदबहार सुन,

शाहिरे सहरेकार सुन,

                           नालाए अश्क बार हूँ,

                           मुझको सज़ा यूँ मिली इश्क में बेकरार हूँ।

नोट:ये ग़ज़ल एक शायर की बिना छपी किताब में से है जो "आतिफ" नाम से लिखते थे।ये भी उन शायरों में से हैं जो वक़्त के पन्नो में कहीं खो गए।इनके बारे में और जानकारी हो तो ज़रूर दें।