Gettin Bored

Getting Bored……..I don’t know why. I wanted to be here. I am here. Took me a year, but I am here. And now the whole day Whenever I get time to raise my head for a second, or take a deep breath. The lines keep humming in my head.

Lo suni gayii humari, yuun firey hain din ki fir sey,
Wohi Goshaa-e-kafas hai, wohi fasl e gul ka maatam.

I dunno why, but this keeps sounding like goshaa-e-kafas. The feeling doesn’t happen always, but comes on sometimes.

But since I have already given the whole thing in my last post, I will write something else. Mind you, It’s a bit sad. Its by Rahiid Kamal And is also available here
here

kabhii aah lab pe machal gaii, kabhii ashk aankh se Dhal gaye
vo tumhaare Gam ke chiraag hain, kabhii bujh gaye kabhii jal gaye

main Khayaal-o-Khvaab kii mahafilen, na baqadr-e-shauq sajaa sakaa
tumhaarii ik nazar ke saath hii mere sab iraade badal gaye

kabhii rang mey kabhii ruup mey kabhii chaanv mey kabhii dhuup mey
kahiin aafataab-e-nazar hain vo, kabhii maahataab mey Dhal gaye

jo fanaa huye Gam-e-ishq mey unhen zindagii kaa na Gam huaa
jo na apanii aag men jal sake vo paraaii aag men jal gaye

Thaa unhen bhii merii tarah junuun, toh phir unmey mujh mey ye farq kyun
main giraft-e-Gam se na bach sakaa vo huduud-e-Gam se nikal gaye
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khayaal-o-khvaab->whenever ‘o’ comes it means ‘aur’ so here khyaal and khvaab

Bakadra-e-shauq-in accordance of my liking

Aaftaab(sun)-e-nazar> whenever ‘–e-‘ is used it means ‘of’ so here ‘sun(shine) of eyes’
maaahtaab- moon
Fanaa-death, destruction
Giraft- grip
Huduud> boundaries
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