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akelA


Mai akelA hi chalA thA janib-e-manzil magar,
log sAth Ate gaye kArawA.n banatA gayA.

(By Majrooh SultanPuri, I guess, somebody confirm)
(Image: Prasoon in Goa, 2002)

Filed under: Friends, Gazal and Poetry, Images — nikhilesh.ghushe at 1:11 pm on Saturday, April 23, 2005

Ankho mei.n to dam hai


go hAth ko jumbish nahee.n Ankho mei.n to dam hai
rahane do abhee sAGar-o-meenA mere Age
[jumbish = motion/energy] [sAGar-o-meenA = glass of wine]

(By Ghalib)
(Image: From one of my birthday treats, probably 2002, in SP Powai)

Filed under: Friends, Gazal and Poetry, Images, Ghalib — nikhilesh.ghushe at 9:19 am on Wednesday, April 20, 2005

nispand


mai neer bhari dukh ki badali,

spandan mei.n chir nispand basA,
krandan mei.n Ahat vishwa hansA.
nayano.n mei.n deepak se jalate,
palako.n mei.n nirjharani machali.

mai neer bhari dukh ki badali.

(By Mahadevi Verma)
(Image: Vivian Tragante do Ó, thanks for allowing me to put it here)

Filed under: Gazal and Poetry, Images — nikhilesh.ghushe at 9:06 am on Wednesday, April 20, 2005

os


Ankh ka Ansu dhalakatA dekha-kar,
jee tadap kar-ke hamArA reh gayA.

kyA gayA moti kisi kA hai bikhar,
yA hua paidA ratan koi nayA.

(By Ayodhya Singh Upadhyaya `Hariaudh’)
(Image: Niagara, taken by Navneet Loiwal, sorry for not asking you Navneet)

Filed under: Gazal and Poetry, Images — nikhilesh.ghushe at 10:43 am on Tuesday, April 19, 2005

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)

Filed under: Gazal and Poetry, Images, Ghalib — nikhilesh.ghushe at 10:11 am on Tuesday, April 19, 2005

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)

Filed under: Gazal and Poetry, Images, Ghalib — nikhilesh.ghushe at 1:58 pm on Saturday, February 19, 2005

Freedom from the known


I miss a place where I’ve never been, and I don’t know where it is. I miss a person I’ve never met.

(By anonymous, I took this one from some orkut profile, I dont know whom to thank for this)
(Image: at my cousins marriage in Nagpur, 2004)

Filed under: Surreal, Images — nikhilesh.ghushe at 11:39 pm on Friday, February 18, 2005

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