THE RAIN SAID BONJOUR MONSIEUR
A typical afternoon of a typical day
With all its boredom and deadness
Little the trees knew,
of the impending onslaught
The canary awoke with a twitch
The water buffalo looked confused
The scorched earth licked its lips
The air felt heavy, a bit gloomy but dusky.
And lo and behold the clouds opened their gates
The thunder lashed its bolts with a fervour
The rain fell as all hell broke loose
And it kept raining and raining and raining.
A fresh sight for sure since ages it seemed
That rain and the petrichor,
Made the horizon a sight to see,
Made the city a bit closer to heart.
Something special about parting gifts
Hard to love what you have
Hard to hate what you lose
That stupid heart, never fails to amaze.
The noble traveller looks back one last time
The place which hosted him with grace and respect.
Looked in disdain the whole time before.
The last time made him cry, a tearless weep!-
That room in the hall,
Placed alone,
Placed far and beyond.
Where the sun thinks twice,
to take a peek and glow.
That room in the hall,
with its sole occupant,
that too for a third of the day.
Still untouched by a crowd,
still inhabited by silence.
That room in the hall,
with walls of grief,
with an attic of remorse.
Is that glossy gloom,
well, just the silly window.-
मैं ज़िंदा हूं, मगर मुझसे ज़िंदा रहा नहीं जाता।
हूं आशिक़ ए दर्द, अफसोस, कभी दर्द सहा नहीं जाता।
रहता हूं उसी मोड़ पर, मेरे दोस्त, तू जहां नहीं जाता।
है सुकून जिस भी गली में, मैं कभी वहां नहीं जाता।-
What a sight you are.
If life is grey, then light you are.
For every sombre day,
a poetic night you are.
For forlorn poets like me,
who look for sources of inspiration.
Flying free in the blue sky,
that kite you are.
I am not joking,
yes right, you are.-
To tell her what I feel would draw her ire,
So of all my emotions, I have burnt the pyre,
For nothing to smile, in my life full of satire,
But however I try, still remains the desire.-
Well the best thing about her, I haven't mentioned yet,
And that is her smile which reminds of that sunset,
In which the yellow sun kisses the orange sea,
And then rises the moon, as it uses to be,
When put all together, it formed the girl I saw,
The girl which made even the angels fall in awe,
How to gain her trust, while I was still at loss,
She came up to me and bid me Adios!-
Her nature was celestial, with a unique gait,
And the gazelle eyes, the most enchanting bait,
With a thoughtful gaze and lips soft as cheese,
And those silken palms
and the smile as a breeze,
Apart from God, for everyone it would be hard,
To not fall for her and let down the guard,
Of your heart for her, to conquer and to rule,
With you doing nothing, just admire and drool,-
जल रहा है सीना, सांस लेने में दिक्कत हो गई है,
मैं ख़ुद हैरान हूं, ये मेरी कैसी तबियत हो गई है,
क्या मालूम, अभी से गुनाहगारों में मेरी शिरकत हो गई है,
ये वक्त ही ख़राब है मेरा,
या फिर मौत को मुझसे मुहब्बत हो गई है।-
चलो किसी बहाने ही तो सही,
उसे मेरी याद तो आई।
मैं उसके पास नहीं गया,
वो मेरे पास तो आई।-
मैंने इन आंखों में जब भी देखा है,
किसी और को देखा है।
आंसू, कशिश, चमक, घबराहट, हया और उम्मीद,
मैंने इनके हर एक दौर को देखा है।
यह आंखें हैं या कोई शीशा तिलिस्मी,
तुम ही बताओ, ए हूर - ए - हुस्न,
आखिर क्यूं मैंने जब इन आंखों में खुदको देखा है,
मैंने किसी कमज़ोर को देखा है।-