Thursday, January 25, 2018

बिंदी या...

ज़हीन लगता है चेहरा सुकून और इल्म से
शरारतों में भी तुम्हारी नज़ाक़त दिखती है

माथे की बिंदी है तुम्हारी या उर्दू का नुक़्ता।

The face reflects intelligence of peace and knowledge
There's an elegance even in your teases; your pranks

Is that a bindi on your temple or the nuqta of Urdu?

नुक़्ता: is a term for a diacritic mark that was introduced in Devanāgari (and some other Indian scripts) used to represent sounds from other languages that do not have a native character in these scripts. It takes the form of a dot placed below a character.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

मिली हो

रह रह के वक़्त के ख़यालात 
गुज़र तेज़ भी है थमी सी भी

मिली हो तुम यक़ीं नहीं होता।

Thoughts of Time, over and over
Fast it passes and seems still too

I cannot believe how I found You.

Saturday, January 20, 2018


सफ़हा दर सफ़हा पलट गया था क़िताब का कोरा
जो इक्कादुक्का कभी छपा था बेमानी सा लगता

मुझ क़ाग़ज़ पर छपी नई अमिट सियाही हो तुम।

Page after page had turned over of the book, blank
Patches printed now and then seemed meaningless

You, are the permanent new ink for the paper I am.

Tuesday, January 9, 2018


जुलाहों सी लगन चाहिए इक रिश्ता बुनते रहने में
इक ओर प्रेम के ताने हैं तो इक ओर भरोसे के बाने 

रुई की सूत मैं ले आऊँगा, और तुम रेशम की डोर।

It takes the devotion of weavers, to weave a relationship
The weft is that of love, while the warp is woven of trust

I'll bring the threads of cotton, you get the silken strands.

Wednesday, January 3, 2018


ज़ुबान भले ख़ामोश थी पर
कहना था जो वो कह दिया

काँधे से छूँ गया था काँधा।

Even though nothing was spoken 
What needed to be said was said

Shoulder'd touched her shoulder.