The Insensitive Asshole
Har ek baat pe
kehte ho tum, ki 'tu kya hai?'
Tumhi kaho ke
yeh andaaz ae guftagu kya hai?
Ragon mein
daudte phirne ke hum nahin qaayal,
Jab aankh hi
se na tapka, toh phir lahuu kya hai?
Ham ko maloom
hai jannat ki haqiqat lekin,
Dil ko khush
rakhne ko Ghalib ye khayaal achcha hai!
Dil ae nadaan
tujhe hua kya hai?
Akhir iss dard
ki davaa kya hai?
Humko unse
vafaa ki hai ummid,
Jo nahin
jaante vafaa kya hai!
Har dor ko
tuhkrake tu khudgarz,
Hamdardi ki
kaunsi misaal nibha raha hai?
Saat samundar
samay hai tere mere beech,
Kagaz ki meri
kashti usmein dube ja raha hai.
Dua karein ke
zindagi ki har khushi tujhe mile,
Mujhe byas
mera abhimaan pyaara hai.
Tujhe bhi
kabhi dil tutne ka aisa gahm mile,
Nasoor lage
har khoyi khwahish jab rooh aur akele na reh paye!
Jo na dekha tu
meri ankhon se, woh na kabhi tu dekh payega
har raaste pe
tu kosega naseeb; Hai! yeh kaunsi zindagi hai...
[ Note : First five couplets are from
different works of Ghalib. The next pitiful five are mine. ]
