Category Archives for Ghalib
पूछतें हैं वो, कि ग़ालिब कौन है? कोई बतलावे कि हम बतलाएँ क्या?
THehrAv
hotA hai nihA.n gard me seharA mere hote, ghistA hai zabee.n khAk pe dariyA mere Age. [nihA.N = hidden] [gard = dust] [seharA = desert] [zabee.n = forehead] (By Ghalib) (Image: Vihar lake on a summer evening, taken by Sandy)
gark-e-dariya
hui mar ke hum jo rusva, hue kyon na gark-e-dariya na kabhi janaazaa uthta, na kahin mazaar hota. [rusva==infamous, gark-e-dariya==grit of a river] (By Ghaalib) (Image: sand bed of river ganga at rishikesh, 2003)
shabnam …
partav-e-khur se hai shabnam ko fanaa ki taaleem maiN bhee hooN ik inaayat ki nazar hone tak [partav-e-khur = sun's reflection, shabnam = dew, fanaa = mortality, inaayat = favour ] GHam-e-hastee ka Asad kis-se ho juz-marg ilaaz shammaa har … Continue reading
ik shamma hai…
zulmat kade me ab mere shab-e-gham ka josh hai, ik shamma hai daleel-e-sahar woh bhi khamosh hai (By Ghalib) (Image – self photograph during a power-cut in Delhi)
A promise to myself
I’m not doing justice to the idea of this blog. I dont find time enough. So from today onwards, I’ll post anything on earth, and a relevant verse by Ghalib. I’ve enough faith that Ghalib has something in store, for … Continue reading
Analyzing Ghaalib ??
I started reading Ghaalib an year back. Its easy to get carried away by the desire to logically analyze Ghaalib. But after an year or so I realize that this is the last thing one should do to Ghaalib. Read … Continue reading
To Ghaalib …
Yeh masaail-e-tassavuff, vo tera bayaan Ghaalib tujhe hum wali samajhate jo na baad-a-khwaar hota.