Sur Rabab Ke

Aisi roshan nazar, aise jalwe mahtaab kay
Khud se khulle dar apne khane kharaab kay

Kyun na behke nazaar, Kyun na lute qaraar
Aankho se bahte aanso jaise katre sharab kay

Ik roz unke rukh ko palkein dekhe rah gayi
tab bhi khile phool padke nazmein janab ke

Wo aasmani rang, wo chahra khila huwa
Wo behti huwi zulfoon mai moti shabab ke

Ik doosre mai hum yoon bahte chale gaye
hum ko yakeen hua hum hai sur ek hi rabab kay

“Tu Rait ka khwab hai!” sahra se aati rahein sada
Phirbi dil ko kare nam ye lamhe saraab kay

Faisal ke dil mai ab ik lamha hai ishq ka
aa tukde kar khuda, karne hai jis bhi khwaab ke

My dream

Scarlet red, buried and dead, she walks with the ghosts of night
Until hazy dawn in the early morn, breaks with the rays of light

A whistling breeze, a garden’s tease, lifts her from her plight.
She dances and sings, flutters her wings, rises and takes the flight

Over water blue in a shady hue, she soars to reach the height
of a mountain cold, white and old, its snowy peak in her sight.

A stormy gust, upon her thrust, she shakes and loses the fight,
falls down and deep, a tragic leap, into a rocky bight

Washed ashore, back to my door, lies in an old dendrite
I weep and weep, until asleep, till another day of light

Phir tamanna ki

Kore kagaz pe rakha ik qalam dekha
ye ghazal likh ke kagaz ko nam dekha
thi wo apni raunaq ya unki nazar thi?
Jate huwe uz roz, pur tabassum dekha.
Us pari-raah se bhatak kar bhi humne,
jahan dekha unka nishhaane-kadam dekha
Aayene sa dil kabhi koi kyun maanage,
Jhhalkade aur rang,
abhi is dil ne kuch nahi teri kasam dekha
Kar aaye sajde khaak pe unki gali mai,
apne koche mai magar unko bohut kam dekha
Ik subooh, unko bhool jane ka ahad kiya
Jis shams se kiya, uss mai bhi sanam dekha
Yun to arsa hua bhoole hue us rukhsaar ko
unka khaab magar har pal har dam dekha

Phir Gul

Guloon pe bahte huwe phir gaar laut aayenge
Phir mera jigar nam, phir dil kuraid jayenge
Karta hoon jis se dil rafoo, wahi sui chub jayegi
Ye taza lahoo ke katre kal, jabein tar kar jayenge
sahra ke daaman se humko phir jhonke uthayenge
phir humko gul, phir pakhairo, phir khak kar jayenge
mera margedil ahista ahista, jahan mai utar raha hai
unka haal-e-dil kal humko bag-o-bulbul sunayenge
log pari chehra dekhte hai, mai ne pari ka dil dekha
khul jaye wo dil samne agar, bas usi mai bas jayenge

Two shepherds

Once two shepherds started fighting over a sheep both claiming it his own, they fought near a steep ravine in the alps. Eventually one shepherd overcame the other, and threw him down the ravine, and proceeded to pick up the small sheep. But as soon as he turned he realized that his whole flock was missing. While they had been fighting, a wolf had stealthily come down the slope, and took the whole flock of both the shepherds.

“Well I have got at least this one” he said.

Moral, a small win is better than a big loss

My loneliness

Me and my loneliness, a perfect match,
made for each other, complete in each other. 
But I am the unfaithful kind. I try to get rid of her, 
seek joys elsewhere,
foreign places, dark and mysterious. 
And I fail every time. 
Down and dejected I weep
but she comes back to me my loneliness, 
embraces me again,
sweeps over my heart and lightens my pains. 
I repent, speak a few words of guilt and love 
and return to the joy which is ever present for me, 
my loneliness, queen of my heart, she never leaves my side.