A simple “Ahh” needs an age to be affected
Who will live long to see your hairs grow?
Ghalib I read in drunkard evenings
Ghalib I read when I miss my lover
Ghalib was an Indian poet
My friendship with Ghalib is as deep as sea is
We agreed that we know truth about life but
Who will live long to see oneself decaying with time?
Pain becomes a relief when pain became unbearable
Just as it is hard for a man to became a man
As for certain things it is impossible to became simple
I became not good nor bad?
What philosophical discourse is this?
Somebody please call Mary mother of Jesus
Somebody please cure my sorrows and pains?
Writing words after wards in passion
God forbid let nobody understood what I mean
What and where is everything colorful?
What faces will there be in grave yards?
Those Unmasked faces appears to me at this hour of stillness
If I kept drowning myself in despair
Such troubles befall on me that they became Easy
As I walk into the gardens it becomes a desert
Even the nightingale started crying hearing my voice
If kept crying like this this whole world will be an Empty glass
Million desires are there yet millions remains unfulfilled
At every desire I lost my breath
Wonders of passions flows but still it was not enough
I have been listening to the story of Adam too long
But I came out hopeless from your humble abode