The Poem

Flamenco Dancer

Flamenco Dancer

She was never stiff,
and was flowing like
a natural rhythm.
Quite like how rain
falls on a barren lands
after the decades
of temperance.

Or like a star twinkling
on a paper-thin sky
at cusp of midnight,
which won’t flatter
the onlooker, yet
would reveal enough
light to admire.

Well it worked for me,
and didn’t left in me
anything more
to desire from her.
Instead I was
so overwhelmed,
I was drinking
her in chunks.

I wish I could
write a response to her
something worthy,
something spectacular.
Something that would
leave an impression.

I’ve seen water leaving
an impression on the rock.
Wind painting masterpieces
on canvas of dust.
Mountains bedding oceans,
and Time destroying even most
permanent of the illusions.

Yet when it comes to her,
I’m like an ice
melting in a water.
A moon sketched on lake,
like a pearl having
an unknown origin,
untraceable destination.

It wasn’t too late,
I realized,
mere words in return
for the words that changed
something inside me,
won’t satisfy her.
She deserves more!
She deserves better!

Instead, She would like
to discover something
novel in me
when I return.
It wouldn’t be wrong
to say, I’d carry
a fragment
of her reflection.

– Dedicated to “The Poem” 😉

Immortal Poem by Cat Girl

Reflection is how a poem becomes immortal

Art Reference:
1. Painting: Flamenco Dance by Caroline Gold
2. Deviantart – Immortal Poem by Cat Girl

Image Credits: and

Hungama Hai Kyon Barpa (Why is the chaos growing?)


It’s different though, that I’m in a stupor now…
Otherwise, I am anything but the one betraying.
Your “intoxicated eyes” would be regarded as wow…
Even if aware, I would pretend to be slumbering.
(Not a part of original poem, but this one is often included in musical renditions as an ice-breaker).

Why is the chaos growing,
if few sips have been taken?
Haven’t committed any robbery
nor have indulged in stealing….

That drink deserves no concern,
which doesn’t tune with the heart beat.
Submission is for the one special,
that conquers the pulses from with-in.

These are merely the reactions
of the preachers inexperienced.
What would they know of these colors?
Ask: “Have they ever been into drinking?”

At that end – an intent to bestow suffering,
At this end – a will to be bearing.
That has a system of desires,
this too has its set of wishes.
(Though a part of original poem, this one is often not included in musical renditions).

When sun earns a blemish,
it’s on marvels of the nature.
When idols call me a pagan,
“Destiny it is” – not a free-will…

Each atom sparkles
from the radiance of the unity…
Each breath confesses,
“If we exist, so does the mystery”.

– Dedicated to those who step outside the boundary to experience the ecstasy, only to realize that there’s no boundary but only the illusion of one and that the source of ecstasy isn’t outside but within.

[Disclaimer: It’s a liberal translation/ interpretation as usual. Often trying to elevate the primary context of the poem.]

Original poem is widely popular as “Hungama Hai Kyon Barpa“, the lyrics are penned by: Akbar Allahbadi.

Ye alag baat hai saaqi ke mujhe hosh nahin,
warna main kuch bhi huun ehsan-faramosh nahin.
Mai-n teri mast nigahi ka bharam rakh lunga
Hosh aya bhi to kah dunga mujhe hosh nahin.

Hungama Hai Kyon Barpa, Thodi Si Jo Pii Lii Hai
Daakaa Toh Nahin Daalaa Chori Toh Nahi Kii Hai
Us Mai Se Nahi Matlab, Dil Jis se Hai Begaanaa
Maqasudd Hai Us Mai Se Dil Hii Mein Jo Khinchati Hai
Naa Tajurbakaari Se Vaais Kii Ye Baatein Hai
Is Rang Ko Kyaa Jaane Puchho Toh Kabhi Pii Hai
Vaa Dil Mein Ki Sadame Do, Yaa Kee Mein Ke Sab Sah Lo
Unkaa Bhi Ajab Dil Hai Mera Bhi Ajab Jii Hai
Suraj Mein Lage Dhabba Fitrat ke Karishme hain
But Hum ko Kahein Kaafir Allah Ki Marzi Hai
Har Zarra Chamaktaa Hai Anwaar-e-Ilaahi Se
Har Saans Ye Kehati Hai Hum Hai To Khuda Bhi Hai

This one is sung by both Ghazal maestros Mehdi Hassan and Ghulam Ali, the later one made it popular with his unique style.

One of the Ghulam Ali saheb’s live performance version (watch out for his gimmicks and heed his deliberate deviations, they make the rendition more sensual… He’s so endearing you might end up wishing as I do, that if there’s an ever access to a time-machine, this is one of the time to jump to… to be in that period of grace, simplicity, innocence and this live performance.)

Renditions by other singers:

Amanat Ali –
Vishal Joshi –

Other Translations:
There have been attempts by others to translate/ interpret the poem. Two that I find most interesting and relevant are following.

Note: In my process, I find it better to discover alternate translations after getting through the first drafts of my own interpretation – this is to have as least influence as possible, in order to maintain the originality of the piece.