us ne kahaa sun

a year goes by, months, weeks, days, hours...

what will it take to return from habitual existance to life, from craft and skill to creativity, from missing poetry to feeling poetry, from thirst to rains, from acceptance of reality to dreams and hope...

wait cannot be endless or infinite... but why does it seem like it.. every minute, every hour, every week, every month, every year... hee hee... so with hope and some impatience, i wait for my return...

us ne kahaa sun

ahmed faraz

us ne kahaa sun
ahad nibhaane kii Khaatir mat aanaa
ahad nibhaanevaale aksar majabuurii yaa
mahajuurii kii thakan se lauTaa karate hai.n
tum jaao aur dariyaa dariyaa pyaas bujhaao
jin aa.Nkho.n me.n Duubo
jis dil me.n bhii utaro
merii talab aavaaz na degii
lekin jab merii chaahat aur merii Khvaahish kii lau
itanii tez aur itanii uu.Nchii ho jaaye
jab dil rode
tab lauT aanaa