Charagh-o-aaftaab gum badi haseen raat thi Shabaab ki naqaab gum badi haseen raat thi Mujhe pila rahe the wo ke khud hi shamma bujh gai Gilaas gum sharaab gum badi haseen raat thi Likha tha jis kitab mein ke ishq… Continue Reading →
Ishq mein ghairat-e-jazbaat ne rone na diya Varna kya baat thi kis baat ne rone na diya (Ghairat-e-jazbaat = dignity of my feelings) Aap kehte the ke rone se na badlenge nasib Umr bhar aap ki is baat ne rone… Continue Reading →
In the total darkness, poetry is still there, and it is there for you. Zullmat is an unsuccessful attempt to express a belief that words.. never quite equal the experience behind them. An unsuccessful attempt to express this deification of reality.