Besharam Din

Kaisay besharam dinn thay woh Jab raaton ko bhi jaaga kartay thay, Tum say baaton ke intezaar mein Harr shaam guzara kartay thay Na dinn mein hi neend aati thi, Jab khayalon ko tum baandhaa kartay thay. Tum nay toh kabhi ‘Faiz’ ko padha bhi nahin, Phir bhi keh diya – “Mujh se pehli si…

Romancing a Language

I am happy. I am expressing myself more and more in a language that was lost to me, one that I considered to be my mother-tongue. But my mother spoke a different language for communicating with her parents and elder sisters – Marwari – and a different one for her four younger siblings – Hindi….

Ghalib, Gulzar aur Gham

And of course there is a fourth – an Old Monk or a Jack Daniels or some substitute at the very best. I wonder what is it about sorrow, about sadness that brings out the best in poets and sometimes and not even a mediocrity of darkness in lesser humans, (judge me, as you will,…