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Bhāvābhāvagitam - Song of the Emotion of Want What do I want? This is a big question, for it decides what I do. And thus, the path I take. Eventually, this very question decides, for me, who I am. My needs, however, and their fulfillment, or otherwise, merely decides how long I will continue pursuing the path of being myself. So, once again, let us see if we can separate my 'needs' and my 'wants'. Defining a 'need' is simple: that which is necessary for me to live. Defining a 'want' is more problematic, perhaps: that which I love, or desire. Or, perhaps: that without which I would not consider life a necessity. Or, perhaps: a lack or deficiency of something. Looking at these differently: a Need is an Objective Reality. Being Objective Reality, my needs are often similar to the needs of others like me.  I need food. Another person, say, my infant nephew, will also need food, since he is a human like me.  But, weighing a tenth of what I weigh, despit...

I, Me, My Phone They come home. But they don't come home . They see you. But they don't see you . They smile at you. But they don't smile at you . They are on their devices. They are on your devices. They are with people they do not know, do not want to know. But they do not want to be with people they know, who anyway, they do not really  know nor really want to know. They are busy with things they think matter. But they ignore things that do matter. They are your sons and daughters. Nephews and nieces, siblings and cousins, friends and colleagues. Husbands and wives. They are your co-travellers in life; on short and long haul journeys. Soon they will be your parents . They ignore you. They ignore the real world around them. They ignore themselves . You do the same. They, you, I. We have all, always lived in a reality which we were never really sure was real.  But now, we live in one that we know for sure is not real. The unreality, or is it, the disreality of Internet...

Ghazal - Zaalim / Aaye Zaalim jinhe zulmaton mein chhod aaye Unhi se zindagi mein ujaale daud aaye Kehte hain ke aashiqon ka khuda tu hai Tere dar pe hum bhi apna sar phod aaye Kitab usne likkhi thi apne ishq ki, Bin kahe Us mein hum bhi kuch lafz apne jod aaye Seedhi to kab hoti hai kiske ishq ki raah Chale hain to mudenge, jo bhi mod aaye Khushdil ka dil hai, phir jud jaaega kal tak Jiska bhi dil kare jaakar usko aaj tod aaye - (c) owais Creative Commons Attribution license

Ghazal - Mat Aaya Kar / Tu Bhi Ziddi Main Bhi Ziddi Mat aaya kar, tu khwabon mein mere paas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Badh jaati hai, tujhe dekh kar meri pyaas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Phir aaya tu, phir muskuraya tu, phir aankhen chamkeen, phir ummeed jaagi Kyun dilaata hai tu phir aaj, mujhe bemani aas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Har kaam karta hoon tere liye, jita hoon tere liye, mar jaaunga tere liye Ghulam hoon tera, sada rahunga tera das, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Pyaar karta hai, nahin bhi, paas aata hai, nahin bhi, mujhe chahta hai, nahin bhi Nahin aata yun, hona bhi na hona bhi, mujhe raas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Kaisi zindagi di tune, ke hai zindagi bhi maut bhi, na jita hoon, na marta hoon Had hai, botal dikha kar tune, toda mera gilaas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Mar jaaunga ek din khamoshi se, teri raah dekhte dekhte, tujhe dekhte dekhte Main tujh sa to nahin, ke nikalun apni bhadas, tu bhi ziddi, main bhi ziddi Neend aati nahin, raat jaati nahin, tu ...