For the last couple of nights it has been my duty to sing some lullabies for Dear Samarth and make him to sleep at 1 AM , on the way i happened to recall some of the finest f the Ghazals of Mehdi Hassan Sahab, Hari ji(haran) and Talat bhai(Ajij).My fancy for ghazals and urdu lyrics has re-emerged and slowly making myself to extend some of the ghazals(with due creative common’s credit to original creator ) in terms of different tunes or addition of more couplets/maqtas.
Hasti apni habaab ki si hai
Ye numaish saraab ki si hai
-Mir Taqi Mir
This life of ours is bubble-like
A vast display mirage-like
nah tha kuchh to khuda tha kuchh nah hota to khuda hota
duboya mujh ko hone ne nah hota maiñ to kya hota
Hum wahaan hain jahaan se hamko bhee
kuchch hamaaree khabar naheen aatee
‘Koi mila tho haath milayaa kahin gaye do baatein ki
Ghar se baahar jab bhi nikalaa din bhar bhoj uthaayaa hai’
Focusing on happiness is an uncomfortable thing. Not only does it take away from the spontaneity of it, it actually takes the feeling away. Basically that you can never be happy and aware of the fact at the same time. I used to think that not only was this a frightening thing, but also that it reeked of a certain petulance.
Ab koi khaab sajane mein bhi dar lagta hai,
Lag gayi mujh ko zamaane ki nazar lagta hai!!