कितने बरस बीत गए

तरसती नज़र क्यों आज भी है

रास्ते ही अलग हो गए तो

दिल में क्यों धड़कते आज भी है

खुली किताब हूँ मैं

पर दफन मेरे सीने में कुछ राज़ क्यों है

दरख़्त कबके सूख गए

बाग़ मेंखुशबू क्यों आज भी है

निशां न हो एक भी लेकिन

जख्मों में ‘मुंतशिर’ दर्द आज भी है

निगाहो से होती थी वैसे तो गुफ़्तगू

कैसे करें हाल-ए-बयाँ झुकी हों पलकें अगर

इब्तिदा -ए – इश्क़ मे जो उड़ते थे अर्श पर

इंतिहा में वो मिले फर्श पर अक्सर

उस मर्ज़ का इलाज़ नहीं मौज़ूद
तबीब ही देने वाला हो जिसका आज़ार गर

भेजा था मज़मून कासिद से यूँ तो

अशकों से धुल गया रह गया लिफ़ाफ भर

वादा किया था कि आएँगे ख़्वाबों में

ख़ुशी से हमें नींद आयी ना रात भर

अंजुमन में टकराए यूँ तो चश्म औ दिल

सदियों में बीती घड़ी -ए – मुलाक़ात भर

चाहतें तो बहुत सी थी ‘मुंतशीर’ लेकिन

क्या करें, हो ना पाएँ कामिल हालात गर

• मुंतशीर

Notes :इब्तिदा -ए – इश्क़ = Beginning of loveतबीब = Doctorआज़ार: sufferings from the diseaseमज़मून : Letterकासिद:messenger

Well मुंतशीर is more talented than Prankies !

Great job dear

क्या करें, हो ना पाएँ कामिल हालात गर

I can now better understand this phrase…It was tougher to understand last year♠️

Happy reading readers..You will experience paradise if you could relate♥️

Keep smiling everyone

Yours loving warrior

Naina

Yes! They had that rare thing
We call platonic love
Serene as ganges
Pure as white dove

They understood each other well
Could read what’s on other’s mind
And comfort in one another’s company
They always find

They celebrated the oneness
And respected the differences
And when they talked
Never drew wrong inferences

He made her feel special
And special he was for her
Day in, day out they would
Talk to each other

Together they chatted
They talked of many things
And also would understand
The lines in between

Exact parallel to each other
Everyone often quipped
Though everyone sensed
They kept mouth tight lipped

For hours they talked
Yet never made the confession
And boundless, endless, and seamless
Became their connection

In heart, though , they knew
For long it can’t continue
As she had to move forward
And he had his own issues

But did they breakup mutually
As mutual as they had everything ??
Or were they separated away
Broken after the fling??

They were so far
Yet in hearts they were near
Alas! They still were far from
Getting anything near

For each other;s happiness
They donned their best smile
For it meant a lot
To someone , afar, miles
Can a mortal ever break
A bond so divine
The pure angelic love
In hearts they confine

Some friendships, my dear
Are forged for eternity
And ”Parallel” also meet
Though only at infinity

-Prankies

Echos of your earlier writings can be felt

And yes

Infinity is that magical place I wish everyone should get opportunity to achieve it😊

Well written Prankies

Happy reading readers

Yours loving warrior

Naina

It was a Sunday

April 18th to be precise

I traveled afar

And her, I surprised

Sitting in a corner

Waiting for her

Wrote a lovely poem

On a tissue paper

Looking divine

She entered, superbly dressed

And innocent me

Suddenly got embarrassed

We talked gibberish

For many hours

And then I proposed

With a bouquet of flowers

And our misty eyes

Met each other in silence

The love in them

Broke all mental defence

And promptly

A hug she threw

I hugged her back

Till our heartbeats grew

Soon the time

For departure came

In an hour

I had my train

Once inside

The fateful lift

Don’t know

What happened to me

I acted

Like an. Insane

And tightly I

Hugged her again

Sensuously towards

Her I was drawn

Her seductive eyes

Made me turned on

Her Red and rosy

Petals like lips

And she kept

Those on my lips

It was not

One out of lust

And it transported

US to another world

A world

beautiful and serene

A world

Beyond horizon

A place where

Together we were

A place Exclusive

For lovers

Full of honey

And pure like a dove

First kiss is

Alike first love

How good is they say
to have a memory good
For one remember things
Which no one could

And still I find
Forgetfulness, A vice
the greatest virtue
remained unsung otherwise

And How much I pray
to be forgetful once again
When I can again be free
of this seething pain

Daily I wake up
with a pledge in my heart
that by the evening
I ‘d forget the part

The Part of life
or Life of the part
I forget to forget
Despite I try hard

लबों पर आती थी बिन बुलाए मुस्कुराहट
जो महफ़िल में ज़िक्र होता था उनका

उन सोखियो -ए – तबस्सुम के मरासिम क्या बताएँ
दिन अच्छा गुज़रता, गर दीदार होता था उनका

बिछड़ना उनका हमारा कोई नई बात नहीं
पास लाके दूर जाना दस्तूर है उनका

ज़ोर-ए-आज़माइश बखूबी कर रहे हैं वो
दिल गोया पत्थर हो गया हो उनका

हिचकियाँ कुछ कम हो गयी हैं
नये शहर में शायद मन लग गया उनका

गैर हो गये हैं आज वो इस कदर
कासिद से हाल मालूम होता है अब उनका

तकल्लूफ और ना कर, “मुंतशीर” अब तू
क्या यह कम है तेरे प्यार पर अब भी है इख्तियार उनका

~”मुंतशीर”

A brilliant writeup Prankies

• Kya baat hai👌👌
  Your poem perfectly conveys how a complaining heart can remain satisfied❤️

  Keep scribbling

  Yours loving warrior
  Naina

बसंती हवा हवा हूँ, हवा मैं बसंती हवा हूँ।

    सुनो बात मेरी -     अनोखी हवा हूँ।     बड़ी बावली हूँ,     बड़ी मस्त्मौला।     नहीं कुछ फिकर है,     बड़ी ही निडर हूँ।     जिधर चाहती हूँ,     उधर घूमती हूँ,     मुसाफिर अजब हूँ।

न घर-बार मेरा, न उद्देश्य मेरा, न इच्छा किसी की, न आशा किसी की, न प्रेमी न दुश्मन, जिधर चाहती हूँ उधर घूमती हूँ। हवा हूँ, हवा मैं बसंती हवा हूँ!

    जहाँ से चली मैं     जहाँ को गई मैं -     शहर, गाँव, बस्ती,     नदी, रेत, निर्जन,     हरे खेत, पोखर,     झुलाती चली मैं।     झुमाती चली मैं!     हवा हूँ, हवा मै     बसंती हवा हूँ।

चढ़ी पेड़ महुआ, थपाथप मचाया; गिरी धम्म से फिर, चढ़ी आम ऊपर, उसे भी झकोरा, किया कान में ‘कू’, उतरकर भगी मैं, हरे खेत पहुँची – वहाँ, गेंहुँओं में लहर खूब मारी।

    पहर दो पहर क्या,     अनेकों पहर तक     इसी में रही मैं!     खड़ी देख अलसी     लिए शीश कलसी,     मुझे खूब सूझी -     हिलाया-झुलाया     गिरी पर न कलसी!     इसी हार को पा,     हिलाई न सरसों,     झुलाई न सरसों,     हवा हूँ, हवा मैं     बसंती हवा हूँ!

मुझे देखते ही अरहरी लजाई, मनाया-बनाया, न मानी, न मानी; उसे भी न छोड़ा – पथिक आ रहा था, उसी पर ढकेला; हँसी ज़ोर से मैं, हँसी सब दिशाएँ, हँसे लहलहाते हरे खेत सारे, हँसी चमचमाती भरी धूप प्यारी; बसंती हवा में हँसी सृष्टि सारी! हवा हूँ, हवा मैं बसंती हवा हूँ! – केदारनाथ अग्रवाल Presenting this beautiful poem describing the jovial nature of spring season feeding us with the vigourous energy to stand and face the world again with zeal and motivation Happy Basant Panchami

The tireless traveller reached
One more milestone
Completed another 365 days
With the great aplomb

The journey though equal
For everyone in the world
With different strides, walked
People through sundry obstacle

The output for everyone
Also was colourfully distinct
Some got dismal black
And for some was rosy pink

Some succumbed too
While fighting with him
Others continued the hard work
With raging fire within

Gone is the year now
And I sit and wonder
Why is it called new
When the only change is calendar

The challenges are similar
If not exactly same
And alike would be the results
Expected, surprising or insane

So what is new in it
It was questioned
And the answer I got
From within was PERCEPTION

Every moment every day
Is new, not only year
And our perception of things
We just need to clear

The days which have passed
Are already sent to archive
We have got more new days
Let’s see who can survive

Changing of the year
Is time to stop and check
It’s time for introspection
And to make course correct

Yes! Nothing will change
If a pessimistic self continues
But a cheerful welcome with smile
Can open many avenues

Happy New Year !

A good read to start the year quoting the similar and dissimilar outcomes we all have…And of course the ending is where the heart of your write up lies.

Keep scribbling Prankies

And a happy new year to you and the readers.

Yours loving warrior 

Naina

हैं और भी दुनिया में सुखनवर बहुत अच्छे
कहते हैं की ग़ालिब का अंदाज़ ए बयान और

This post in third in series of articles about the Great poets of our country, whose poems shaped my outlook of life early on.
Today I take upon the one of the most revered name in Urdu and Persian Poet, Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan, fondly known as Mirza Ghalib all over the world.
Born on 27th of December, 1817 in Agra, the poem lovers across the world cleberated 200th birthday of the renwned poet. Google too placed a doodle commemorating the occasion.
For me Ghalib was an epitome of Irony, he wrote quite on length over the mystical subject of Love, which always makes one feel the opposite spectrum of emotions at the same time.
These lines from hazaron khawishayen aisi clearly depicts his skills in dealing with ironies

मुहब्बत में नहीं है फर्क जीने और मरने का
उसी को देख कर जीते हैं, जिस काफिर पे दम निकले।

Even the lines below are a sarcastic take on the cheating and love

तेरे वादे पर जिये हम, तो यह जान, झूठ जाना,
कि ख़ुशी से मर न जाते, अगर एतबार होता ।

He was a pious Muslim though he often was wary of the rules and tenets as explained by the Maulavis and often chided them in his couplets
कहाँ मैखाने का दरवाज़ा ‘ग़ालिब’ और कहाँ वाइज़
पर इतना जानते हैं, कल वह जाता था के हम निकले।

His poems show that he believed in natural way of living and living in the presence.
Other prominent thng in his poem was portrayal of death.The troubled soul in his poem more often than not found solace only after death as clearly depicted in the below couplet
हो चुकी ग़ालिब बालाएँ सब तमाम
एक मर्ग ए न गहानी और है

I have started the post with a couplet by Ghalib praising himself and ending the same with a couplet where he writes he doesnt care for Praise or criticism or even for the meanings in his couplets

न सताइश[2] की तमन्ना न सिले की परवाह
गर नहीं है मेरे अश’आर में माअ़नी न सही