तेरी याद में एक कमरा तो बनवा ही देंगे
ये इश्क़ किसी ताजमहल का मोहताज नहीं
तू उल्फ़त भी इबादत भी है
तू क्या है भी और क्या नहीं भी
ये खुदा जानता है और नहीं भी
You need a place, there’s too many to confuse
You want something nice, nothing too loose
You settle on a Guest house, call it a truce
There’s no stimuli, no cheer, nothing to induce
Then we meet in a cafe, you dress in perfect hues
You wore nice danglers, order a choco mousse
I drink my filter coffee, it feels like booze
Its the intoxication that your eyes ooze
I try to distract, I try to diffuse
I take out my phone I pretend to use
You don’t see me or my fruitless cues
I look here and there, I feel so obtuse
I think of something, I discard any excuse
I close my palms and employ a cunning ruse
I extend my hands & let you choose
I make you an offer you can’t refuse
My dear sweet girl, will you be my muse?
My own sweet girl, will you be my muse?
दिल-ओ-दिमाग़ में ऐसे बस गई हो तुम
सामने हो तो भी तुम्हारे ख़यालों में रहता हूँ
जिन अदद मसलों का कोई जवाब नहीं
ऐसे बेतरतीब उलझे हुए सवालों में रहता हूँ
तुम मुझे पहले क्यों नहीं मिली जाना
बस ऐसे ही ग़म-ओ-मलालों में रहता हूँ
जब तुम्हारी सोहबत का तसव्वुर करता हूँ
दिन नहीं माह नहीं मनु सालों में रहता हूँ
तुम अन्नपूर्णा, तुम वनस्पति
जीवों का जीवनदान हो तुम
तुम मातृ पितृ तुम वहिनी भ्राता
संस्कृतियों का भीषण संग्राम हो तुम
तुम दिक् भी हो तुम काल भी हो
सूरज का रोशन भाल हो तुम
प्रकृति का यौवन श्रृंगार हो तुम
शिव के नेत्र का अंगार हो तुम
तुम भूमि हो, हे भूमि तुम
जीवन का अंतिम सार हो तुम
इस सृष्टि का आधार हो तुम
रोज़ तेरे पाओं दबाऊं रोज़ तेरे बाल बनाऊं
रोज़ तेरी पीठ सहलाऊँ रोज़ तुझे लोरी सुनाऊँ
रोज़ तुझे कंगन पहनाऊँ रोज़ तुझे पायल पहनाऊँ
माथे में बिंदी भी सजाऊँ आँखों में काजल भी लगाऊँ
रोज़ तेरी बातें सुनूँ रोज़ तुझसे बातें करूँ
रोज़ तुझे हँसाया करूँ रोज़ तेरा दिल बहलाऊँ
रोज़ तुझसे मिन्नतें करूँ रोज़ तुझे घूमाऊँ
रोज़ तेरे संग खाना खाऊँ रोज़ तुझे खिलाऊँ
रोज़ तेरे आँचल से खेलूँ रोज़ तुझे सताऊँ
रोज़ तुझसे झगड़ा करूँ रोज़ तुझे मनाऊँ
रोज़ तेरे संग जगा करूँ रोज़ तुझे सुलाऊँ
हाथों के अपने तकिया बनाके ख़ुद कंबल बन जाऊँ
तेरे अंदर के सैलाब को अपनी बाहों में समेट लूँ
तू मुझमें बिखर जाए मैं तुझमें बिखर जाऊँ
I had a dream last night. I was with Sahir, yes, the legend Sahir Ludhianvi. I don’t know why I was with him. Probably discussing some idea with him about a story, the wannabe writer that I am, I think.
It was all very natural and lucid in the dream, not a piece out of place. Apparently he liked my idea & thought to share it with Majrooh Sultanpuri (I don’t know why? I got to read up on Majrooh). Anyways we got to Majrooh’s car, which was waiting for us with Majrooh inside, on foot & Sahir gets in from one side. I went to the other side to get in but the door won’t open. The car leaves, leaving me on the roadside.
I follow on foot. I get to a place when I see the car parked. I see them far ahead. I started walking towards them and pass through a lane full of people with houses on the side. One child pickpocket tries to grab my wallet. I am instantly alerted. More child pickpockets start encircling me & their actions change from pickpocketing to mugging. They move with intention & block my path. They start pushing me & grabbing me & trying to get at my pockets. I feel helpless in containing them.I start crying out loud — “Sahir, Sahir.” Suddenly one of the assistant comes runs to me & saves me from the child-thieves. I start looking into my pockets that I took out my wallet from the back pocket & put it in the front pocket of my shirt. Then I check my other pockets. Every pocket is filled with money — currency notes. I start emptying my pockets & keep the money in the front pocket of my shirt. Every pocket when I put my hand into, there is money. The front pocket is now full & can’t hold any more.
Finally I reach up to the two stalwarts. I don’t know what happens there but now we are leaving. I am left behind walking again & have to cross the same lane again where I was tried to be mugged. This time no one is there except the children, half naked, destitute, poor and hungry. It’s dark. They are just standing on the roadside by their houses, making a line on both sides of the road. A deep sense of empathy comes over me, looking at these kids. I put my hand in my front pocket & take out all money. I call out the children to give them the money. First they hesitate, then they come. I keep handing out the money till I am done & I don’t have any more. Tears start trickling down my eyes.
I wake up crying.