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      ihys ihys Qwy rqe dks [+okc esa dPps f[kyk;s Fks

      ogha bd jkLrk Fkk ^Vgfy;ksa* dk] ftlis ehyksa rd iM+k djrs Fks

      >wys lkSa/ks lkou ds

      mlh dh lkSa/kh [+kw'kcw ls] esgd mBrh gSa vk¡[ksa

      tc dHkh bl [+okc ls xqt+:a

      rqEgsa jgrkl dk pyrk dqWavk Hkh rks fn[kk;k Fkk

      fd+ys esa cUn jgrk Fkk tks fnu Hkj] jkr dks xkWao esa

      vk tkrk Fkk dgrs gSa---

      rqqEgsa dkyk ls dkyoky rd ysdj mM+k gw¡ eSa

      rqEgsa nj;k;s tgye ij vtc eUt+j fn[kk;s Fks

      tgka rcZwt+ ij ysVs gq;s rSjkd yM+ds cgrs jgrs Fks

      tgka rxM+s ls bd ljnkj dh ixM+h idM+ dj eSa

      ugkrk] Mwcfd;ka ysrk] exj tc x+kSrk vk tkrk rks esjh uhan [kqy tkrh

      exj ;s flQ+Z [+okcksa gh esa eqfEdu gS

      ogka tkus esa vc nq'okfj;ka gSa dqN fl;klr dh

      oru vc Hkh ogh gS] ij ugha gS eqyd vc esjk

      ogk tkuk gks vc rks nks nks ljdkjksa ds nl;ksa nQ+rjksa ls

      'kdy ij] yxok ds eqgjsa] [+okc lkfcr djus iM+rs gSa!

      A Knock

      A dream knocked on my door early one morning

      Some guests had come from across the border

      Familiar to my eyes

      Their faces known and read.

      I helped wash their hands and feet

      Laid out seats in the courtyard

      Baked makki-roti in the tandoor for them

      My guests had brought as gifts

      Gur from past harvests

      I woke up to find no one in the house

      I touched the tandoor and found it was still warm

      And my lips still sticky with the sweet gur

      It was a dream perhaps!

      Yes, it must have been a dream!

      Last night there was shelling at the border, I hear

      Last night, some dreams were killed at the border!

      nLrd

      lqcg lqcg bd [+okc dh nLrd ij njokt+k [kksyk] ns[kk

      ljgn ds ml ikj ls dqN esgeku vk, gSa

      vk¡[kksa ls ekuwl Fks lkjs

      psgjs lkjs lqus lquk,

      ikWao /kks,] gkFk /kqyk,

      vkaxu esa vklu yxok,

      vkSj rUuwj is eDdbZ dh dqN eksVs eksVs jksV idk,

      iksVyh esa esgeku esjs

      fiNys lkyksa dh Q+lyksa dk xqM+ yk, Fks

      vk¡[k [kqyh rks ns[kk ?kj esa dksbZ ugha Fkk

      gkFk yxk dj ns[kk rks rUuwj vHkh rd cq>k ugha Fkk

      vkSj gksaVksa ij ehBs xqM+ dk t+k;d+k vc rd fpid jgk Fkk

      [+okc Fkk 'kk;n!

      [+okc gh gksxk!

      ljgn ij dy jkr] lquk gS] pyh Fkh xksyh

      ljgn ij dy jkr] lquk gS

      dqN [+okcksa dk [+kwu gqvk Fkk!

      Bhameri*

      We were all running

      We were refugees

      Mother had worn all the jewellery she possessed

      My Chhoti, six years of age,

      Had been fed fully and given milk

      I had my bhameri and a top

      Tucked in my pajamas

      We were fleeing from our village in the night

      We were refugees.

      We had crossed a shrieking jungle of fire and smoke,

      Running through burning vistas

      Our hands tore through the intestines of a storm

      Its jaws open wide, its eyes barking

      Mother had vomited blood as she ran.

      God knows when Chhoti’s hand slipped from mine

      There, that day, I discarded my childhood

      But in the hush of the deserts at the border, I have often seen

      A bhameri still dancing

      And a top still spinning.

      Hkesjh

      ge lc Hkkx jgs Fks

      jsQ+;wth Fks

      ek¡ us ftrus t+soj Fks] lc isgu fy;s Fks

      ckU/k fy;s Fks—

      NksVh eq>s ls—N lkyksa dh

      nw/k fiyk ds] [+kwc f[kyk ds] lkFk fy;k Fkk

      eSaus viuh ,d ^Hkesjh* vkSj bd ^ykVw*

      iktkes esa mM+l fy;k Fkk

      jkr dh jkr ge xkao NksM+ dj Hkkx jgs Fks

      jsQ+;wth Fks—

      vkx /kw;sa vkSj ph[+k iqdkj ds taxy ls xqt+js Fks lkjs

      ge lc ds lc ?kksj /kw;sa esa Hkkx jgs Fks

      gkFk fdlh vkU/kh dh vkarsa QkM+ jgs Fks

      vk¡[ksa vius tcM+s [kksys HkkSad jgh Fkh

      ek¡ us nkSM+rs nkSM+rs [+kwu dh d+S dj nh Fkh

      tkus dc NksVh dk eq> ls NwVk gkFk

      ogha mlh fnu Qsad vk;k Fkk viuk cpiu—

      ysfdu eSaus ljgn ds lUukVksa ds lgjkvksa esa vDlj

      ns[kk gS

      ,d ^Hkesjh* vc Hkh ukpk djrh gS

      vkSj ,d ^ykVw* vc Hkh ?kwek djrk gS—!

      Bullet

      The bullet wove its way through the turban

      And the blood splattered on the wall

      as though someone had spat a mouthful of paan

      A shower of fire and gunpowder fell

      Heads, torsos, hands flew in all directions, bursting

      Like kernels of corn in a kiln

      Reduced to ashes, a trail of firecrackers.

      A stunned silence stood for a while

      Someone could be heard whimpering

      Standing quietly in one corner of the house

      An oil-lamp kept quivering!

      lkQ+s dks lj ls ijksrh gqbZ xqt+jh xksyh

      lkQ+s dks lj ls ijksrh gqbZ xqt+jh xksyh

      vkSj nhokj is ;wa [+kwu fxjk] tSls dksbZ iku dk dqYyk dj ns!

      ,d ckSNkj lh fQj vkfr'k&o&ck:n dh cjlh

      lj] /kM+] gkFk] fxjs pkjksa rjQ+ QVrs gq;s

      HkV~Vh esa tSls pVdrs gq;s dqN eDdh ds nkus

      lc ds lc Hkwus x;s ,d iVk[+kksa dh yM+h ls!

      ,d lUukVk lk dqN nsj [kM+k lqurk jgk

      dksbZ vkokt+ flLdus dh lqukbZ nh Fkh

      ?kj ds bd dksus esa pqi pki [kM+k

      bd fn;k dkai jgk Fkk!

      A Scene

      The wind was cold, it was the 26th of January!

      There was mist all around in Lahore –

      The Raavi flowed past –

      The court was closed and the British flag fluttered on the roof

      The three of them stood leaning against the wall, motionless

      The dawn could be heard breathing from a distance

      They had to climb the roof and bring down the British flag that night

      They were determined to change the attire of Hindustan

      Zafar was on the flagpole when the bullet burst into his head

      Drops of blood splashed all over the country.

      The wind is cold and it is the 26th of January

      There is mist all around

      Floats parade on Rajpath, Delhi

      And the Raavi flows in Lahore.

      eUT+kj

      cM+h BUMh gok Fkh] vkSj NCchl tuojh Fkh!

      fQ+t+k esa dqgjk Fkk] ykgksj Fkk---

      nj;k;s jkoh cg jgk Fkk---

      dpgjh cUn Fkh] vkSj Nr is vaxzst+ksa dk >UMk Fkk

      oks rhuksa ne&c[+kqn nhokj ls yx ds [kM+s Fks

      lqcg dh nwj ls lkalsa lqukbZ ns jgh Fkh

      mUgsa ml jkr Nr is p<+ ds vaxszt+ksa dk oks ipZe fxjkuk Fkk

      oks rhuksa lksp dj vk;s Fks fgUnwlrku dh iks'kkd cnysaxs!

      ^t+Q+j* cYye is Fkk] tc lj esa ;wa tkdj QVh xksyh fd

      iwjs eqyd esa NhaVs iM+s mM+ dj---!

      cM+h BUMh gok gS] vkSj NCchl tuojh gS

      fQ+t+k esa dqgjk gS]

      fnYyh esa ^>kadh* py jgh gS

      ykgksj esa nj;k;s jkoh cg jgk gS!

      Karachi

      Kites hover over corpses in your city

      In much the same way they do

      In my city, on its crossroads.

      When bodies fall

      Prey to police firing

      The vultures begin to descend

      In this, our two countries

      So much is common among the common people.

      djkph!

      rsjs 'kgj esa Hkh rks physa

      mlh rjg yk'kksa ds m$ij eaMykrh gSa

      tSls esjs 'kgj ds pkSjkgksa ij

      cUnkscLr dh xksfy;ka [kkdj---


      yksxksa dh yk'ksa tc fxjrh gSa

      vkLeku ij eaMykrs fx/k uhps mrj vkrs gSa

      ge nksuksa ds] nks eqYdksa esa

      vke vkneh fdrus feyrs tqyrs gSa!

      Toba Tek Singh

      I have to meet Toba Tek Singh’s Bishan at Wagah

      He still stands there on swollen feet

      where Manto had left him mumbling:

      ‘Ooper di gurh-gurh di moong di daal di laltain.’

      I have to search for that madman

      Who would climb a high branch and proclaim

      That he was God

      And only he could decide which village would go to which side.

      When will he descend from his branch?

      I have to tell him

      That the job of dividing and cutting is still in progress

      That partition was the first one

      Some more partitions remain!

      I have to meet Toba Tek Singh’s Bishan at Wagah

      And tell him about his friend Afzal,

      And Lahan Singh, Wadhwa Singh, Amrit behen –

      All of whom came this side after they were killed

      Their heads were looted with their belongings on the way

      It’s time to sacrifice Bhuri

      No one will come for her now

      And that girl who grew a finger’s length every twelve months

      Now shrinks by part of a finger year by year

      I have to tell him

      That not all lunatics have reached their destinations

      There are many who still roam around on both sides

      Toba Tek Singh’s Bishan often calls me to Wagah, saying,

      ‘Ooper di gurh-gurh di moong di daal di laltain

      Di Hindustan te Pakistan di durr phite munh.’*

      Vksck Vsd flag!

      eq>s ok?kk is ^Vksck Vsd flag* okys ^fc'ku* ls tkds feyuk gS

      lquk gS oks vHkh rd lwts iSjksa ij [kM+k gS ftl txg eUVks us NksM+k Fkk

      oks vc rd cM+cM+krk gS

      ^mij nh xqM+ xqM+ eax nh nky nh ykyVsu*

      irk ysuk gS ml ikxy dk

      m$Waph Mky ij p<+ dj tks dgrk Fkk

      [+kqnk gS oks

      mlh dks Q+Slyk djuk gS fdl dk xkWao fdl fgLls esa tk;sxk

      oks dc mrjsxk viuh Mky ls

      ml dks crkuk gS

      vHkh dqN vkSj Hkh ny gSa

      fd ftu dks ckWaVus dk] dkVus dk dke tkjh gS

      oks cVokjk rks igyk Fkk

      vHkh dqN vkSj cVokjk Hkh] ckd+h gSa!

      eq>s ok?kk is Vksck Vsd flag okys fc'ku ls tkds feyuk gS

      [+kcj nsuh gS mlds nksLr ^vQ+t+y* dh

      oks ^ygu flag*] ok/kok flag] oks ^HkSu ve`r*

      tks lkjs d+ry gksdj bl rjQ+ vk;s Fks

      mudh xnZusa lkeku gh esa

      yqV xbZa ihNs

      t+cg djns oks ^Hkwjh* vc dksbZ ysus u vk;sxk!

      oks yM+dh ,d maxyh tks cM+h gksrh Fkh gj ckjg eghuksa esa

      oks vc gj bd cjl bd iksVk iksVk ?kVrh jgrh gS

      crkuk gS fd lc ikxy vHkh igaqps ugha vius fBdkuksa ij

      cgqr ls bl rjQ+ gSa] vkSj cgqr ls ml rjQ+ Hkh gSa

      eq>s ok?kk is Vksck Vsd flag okys fc'ku vDlj ;gh dg ds cqykrk gS

      ^mij nh xqM+ xqM+ eqax nh nky nh ykyVsu---

      nh fgUnwLrku rs ikfdLrku nh nqj QVs eqag*!

      Silence at the Border

      Why is everything so still at the border?

      I am scared of this frozen silence.

      This stork-like silence is very cunning

      While standing on one leg

      Meditating with one eye closed

      It keeps the other open.

      Cactuses of thorny voices sprout

      At the slightest stir

      On either side of the border.

      In the deserts along the border

      Even the wind moves holding its breath

      And the sand blows rubbing its neck against the ground.

      A stillness has descended on the border

      I am scared of this icy silence along the border.

      ljgn ij ;s ldrk D;ksa gS

      ljgn ij ;s ldrk D;ksa gS

      bl cQ+kZc lh [+kkeks'kh ls Mj yxrk gS!

      cxys tSlh [+kkeks'kh eDdkj cgqr gS

      ,d Vkax ij [kM+s [kM+s Hkh

      ,d vkWa[k ls /;ku yxk;s]

      nwth vkWa[k [kqyh j[krh gSA

      tc Hkh dksbZ gypy gks rks

      ljgn dh nkuksa tkfuc gh

      dkaVsnkj vkokt+ksa ds dqN dsdV~l mxus yxrs gSa!

      ljgn ds jsfxLrkuksa esa

      lkal nck dj pyrh gS [+kkeks'k gqvk

      jsr] t+eha ls xnZu f?kl dj mM+rh gS

      ljgn ij ldrk rkjh gS

      ljgn dh cQ+kZc lh bl [+kkeks'kh ls vc Mj yxrk gS!

      Neighbour

      As long as there is light in the house opposite mine

      Shadows from that house walk about

      On the wall of my room.

      There is a wheelchair

      It keeps getting pushed left or right

      Two pet birds flying in that house crash against

      my wall

      A cage hanging there becomes a cage in my house.

      God knows which window with bars closes

      And creates a prison door on my wall

      All the passers-by look like prisoners.

      When the naked bulb moves and swings

      People start floating in the air

      A circus begins

      And chaos reigns for a while.

      Then the barred window opens

      Another light is switched on

      Two swaying shadows, clasped in an embrace, come to stand in the balcony

      Perhaps they are looking at my house.

      Sometimes it so happens

      That smoke from that house casts shadows

      on my wall

      And then it seems

      As though both houses are on fire!

      iM+kslh

      tc rd esjs lkeus okys ?kj esa jkS'kuh tyrh gS

      esjs dejs dh nhokj is

      ml ?kj dh iNkZb;ka pyrh jgrh gSa

      bd ^Oghy pSj* gS

      /kDdk [kk ds nk,sa ck,sa ?kwerh jgrh gS

      ml ?kj dh nks ikyrw fpfM+;ka mM+rh gSa rks esjh bl nhokj ls Vdjk tkrh gSa

      ml ?kj esa yVdk bd fiatjk] esjs ?kj dk fiatjk yxrk gS

      tkus dkSu lh f[kM+dh cUn gksrh gS] ftldh tkyh ls

      nhokj is tsy dk njokt+k cu tkrk gS

      vkrs tkrs yksx lHkh d+Snh yxrs gSa

      uaxk yVdk cYc dHkh fgy tk, rks

      yksx gok esa mM+us yxrs gSa

      bd ldZl yx tkrh gS

      dqN nsj x+nj ep tkrk gS

      fQj oks f[kM+dh [kqy tkrh gS

      vkSj dksbZ cRrh tyrh gS

      nks >wwers lk,s fyiVs fyiVs] ckyduh esa] vkds [kM+s gks tkrs gSa

      'kk;n esjs ?kj dh tkfuc ns[k jgs gSa

      dHkh dHkh ;wa Hkh gksrk gS

      ml ?kj ds /kw,sa dh iNkZbZa] esjh nhokj is iM+rh gS

      rc yxrk gS---

      nksuksa ?kjksa esa vkx yxh gS!

      Compatriot

      (For Ahmad Faraz)

      At long last, the sun’s hue has changed

      At long last, you have smiled again.

      Suppressing my hiccups for half a century

      I have been waiting for you to look at me

      And, perhaps, read what the parched tears have to say

      For, the pain of separation is no less for me.

      Every day, I have bowed my head towards your land

      Every night, I have kissed your sky

      The moon and stars you see lying on your roof

      Are the same that bathe my courtyard.

      The moon you have autographed time and again

      And set afloat in the sky, night after night

      I read your signature on it even today.

      When the breeze wafts towards you

      I tie a thousand gajras to its wrist

      When clouds travel in that direction, I tell them

      To soften their thunder and shower with respect.

      You love your country, I know

      I love it too, believe me.

      There’s a small differ
    ence, though, if only you understand

      You are there, and I belong there.

      ge oru

      ¼vgen Q+jkt+ ds fy;s½

      cgqr fnuksa esa lgh] jax /kwi dk cnyk

      cgqr fnuksa esa lgh] fQj ls eqLdjk, rqe

      ipkl lky ls eSa fgpfd;kWa nck, gq,

      bl bUrst+kj esa Fkk] vk¡[k mBk ds ns[kks rqe

      rks [+kq'kd v'kdksa dh rgjhj i<+ ldks 'kk;n

      fd esjk nnZ tqnkbZ dk rqe ls de rks u Fkk

      gj ,d jkst+ rqEgkjh t+eha dks ltnk fd;k

      gj ,d jkr rqEgkjs Q+yd dks pwek gS

      fd esjs pk¡n flrkjs rks vkt Hkh gSa ogh

      tks Nr is ysVs gq, jkst+ ns[krs gks rqe

      fd pk¡n vkt Hkh i<+rk gw¡ eSa mlh #[+k ls

      oks ftl is rqe us dbZ ckj nLr[+r dj ds

      Q+yd is NksM+ fn;k] jkr jkr mM+rk jgs

      gok xbZ tks dHkh >wy dj rqEgkjh rjQ+

      gt+kj xtjs dykbZ is ckWa/k dj Hkstk

      x, tks vcj dHkh ml rjQ+] dgk mu ls

      oks ysgtk ueZ j[ksa vkSj vnc ls cjlk djsa

      rqEgsa vt+ht+ gS viuk oru] eSa tkurk gw¡

      eq>s Hkh ml ls eqgCcr gS] rqe ;d+ha dj yks

      t+jk lk Q+d+Z gS xj rqe le> ldks bldks

      fd rqe ogha ds gks vkSj eSa ogha ls gw¡!

      Zindanama*

      Ambling across the alleys of Lahore one night, the moon

      Climbed the high ramparts of the prison

      And like a ‘commando’ jumped into the cell, soundlessly.

      The guards remained oblivious.

      It had gone to meet Faiz

      To ask him to write new verses.

      The pulse of time has stopped

      Say something

      To make the pulse of time throb again.

      ft+Unka ukek

      pk¡n ykgksj dh xfy;ksa ls xqt+j ds bd 'kc

      tsy dh m$Waph Q+lhysa p<+ ds

      ;wa ^dekUMks* dh rjg dwn x;k Fkk ^lsy* esa]

      dksbZ vkgV u gqbZ

      isgjsnkjksa dks irk gh u pyk

      Q+St+ ls feyus x;k Fkk] ;s lquk gS

      Q+St+ ls dgus] dksbZ uT+e dgks]

      oD+r dh uCt+ #dh gS

      dqN dgks

      oD+r dh uCt+ pys!

      Eyes Don’t Need a Visa

      Eyes don’t need a visa

      Dreams have no borders

      Eyes closed, I cross the border every day

      To meet Mehdi Hasan!

      I have heard that his voice is injured

      And the ghazal sits in front of him, mute

     


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