Khirkī

MaiN kamre ki khirki se

roz ye dekha karti thi,

Ek chānd chamakta rehta thā

Wo poori āb o tāb se

Wo poorey dil o jān se

Har dam chamakta rehta tha

Kuch alag hi uski baat thi

Kuch alag hi uski shān thi

Darakht girati āndhi aayi,

zoroN se barasti baarish aayi

Ye dekh k chonki thi me bhi

Kia esa bhi mumkin hai?

Kia esa mumkin hai aandhi ho ya toofaN aaye

Shayad esa mumkin hai

Ye soch k mene b thaani

Aandhi ho ya toofaN aye

me b is chaand ki mānind

jami rahun gi khari rahuN gi

Aagey barhna laazim nahiN,

Maqsad hai bs datey rehna

Jo Mujh ko bhi dekhe koi to kehne pr mjboor ho

Kuch alag hi uski baat thi

Kuch alag hi uski shaan thi

Phir hua kuch yuN ke

āndhi se dhool bhari jo aankhoN me,

Agli bārish se sāf hui

Or jo khokley jazbey toofaN se huey

waqt kay marham se bhar bethey

Magar,

ik pathar esa tha jo pehle se mojud tha

Shayad pathar kehna theek nahiN. 

Wo to bs ik kankar tha.

kankar pauN me esa laga me beth gayi

lamhe bhar ko thher gayi

kia Kankar itna mazboot tha

k toofaN se bartar tha?

Ya shayad maiN hi kamzor thi

Kia maiN kamzor thi?

Socha tha poochun gi raaz kia hai chaand se

Kese alag uski baat hai?

Kesi uski shaan hai?

Wapas ayi kamre meN, dekha mene khirki se

Wo shai jise tha chaand samjha

Wo cheez aaj qadmo meN

reza reza ese hai kehti ho jese mjh se

Mujh se kyuN ye poochti ho?

kia mujh pe tum haNsti ho?

MaiN khud bhi to beth gayi

ik kankar k lagne se

Na alag uski baat thi

Na alag uski shaan thi

Shikwa tha baat hui

Gham kehtey raat hui

dekha to khirki me ab taarey they

wo cheez jisey tha chaand samjha

wo rezay jinhe bekār samjha

ab jhilmil krtey taarey they

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Love: A Necessity or Something Overrated?

Love.

A feeling I didn’t think important.

An ingredient I didn’t think necessary.

A guest I considered uninvited.

All the novels I read, all the poems I hummed, all the songs I heard, they talked about the same thing.

They said love is important, necessary, invited. But weren’t they all written by people in love?

People who had experienced it. Experienced the worry, the hurry, the confusion, the confession, the unease and yet the peace when in it.

It was these people who said it was important.

But I didn’t think so.

For me, it was all a fairytale. All in the books, all in the lyrics.

One did not need it.

I did not need it.

Not really.

I was doing fine without it.

I would do fine without it.

Love must have minded.

You see love and life are buddies.

They don’t like when one is ignored.

They team up.

They teach the other person you are wrong.

Sometimes they do that by giving a person love.

And sometimes, they give you what you want.

They give you a loveless relationship.

They give you what you want.

They put you in a position to decide.

They give you the ball and they give you the court.

They give you the recipe and take away unnecessary ingredients from the table.

They give you the party invites but remove the ones for uninvited guests.

They tell you to love the way you want, how you want. Or rather, not love.

But it is then you realize that what you want is fun, what you like is the unexpected, you find out you like surprises, you like the new taste, the drama of uninvited guests. The masala of life.

While it is true that falling in love teaches you of its value, it is also true that being in a loveless relationship, you learn its value with the same, if not more, intensity.

It was then I realized. I am exactly like those fools.

OR maybe I am a bigger fool because at least those fools fight for it having experienced its euphoria.

I love it without even having a taste of it.

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