Oh Amiable… (Aey Humnava…)

Stapled now as a modern-classic, a beautifully written yearning song by an inspiring poet Sayeed Quadri, sung with an extreme finesse by Papon, for the film: Hamari Adhuri Kahani. The film I didn’t like much, but the songs were quite good as the music was composed by Mithoon, and I like this song more since it introduced me to a gift of Papon, an extremely well-textured voice…

Translation:

Oh amiable,
allow me to surrender…
Plains of my heart
have seen drought,
now they seek a drizzle…

I find myself stranded,
hint me a passage…
Plains of my heart
have seen drought,
now they seek a drizzle…

For all these years,
I’ve mere been a wanderer,
from one door to subsequent…
Lend, my galloping heart,
a calming refuge in your castle…
allow, my drifting soul,
a resting place in your haven…

If all’s too much then,
claim me like a possession…
Plains of my heart
have seen drought,
now they seek a drizzle…

Hinged to a wilted
limbs of heart,
why do the flowers bloom??
Discussion of flowers,
convos of fragrance,
why do I find them so good?
All these colors
that you made me encounter,
I came across none before,
even in fables…
For that, my heart
feels eternally grateful…

Shower furthermore,
bask me in your spring…
Irrigate soil of my heart
make it sweet-scented…
Plains of my heart
have seen drought,
now they seek a drizzle…

In that manner, my life had seen,
too many weathers passing…
But never I had come across before,
anything captivating…
It’s only due your arrival
I’ve come to know,
I am too someone
who is living…
For I have started
to embrace now
the blowing wind,
and the passing waves
of breeze smooching…

Quite like them…
step forward
to hold me in your seizure…
Plains of my heart
have seen drought,
now they seek a drizzle…

Original Lyrics:

Aey Humnava,
mujhe apna bana le
Sookhi padi
dil ki iss zameen ko
bhiga de

hmm.. hoon akela,
zara haath badha de
Sookhi padi
dil ki iss zameen ko
bhiga de

Kab se main dar dar phir raha
Musaafir dil ko panaah de
Tu awaargi ko meri aaj thehra de

Ho sake toh
thoda pyaar jataa de
Sookhi padi
dil ki iss zameen ko
bhiga de

Murjhaayi si shaakh pe dil ki
Phool khilte hain kyun…?
Baat gulon ki zikr mehak ka
Acha lagta hai kyun…?
Un rango se tunay milaaya
Jinse kabhi main mill na paaya
Dil karta hai
tera shukriya…
Phir se bahaare tu laa de
Dil ka soona banjar mehka de
Sukhi padi dil ki is zameen ko bhiga de

hmm.. hoon akela, zara haath badha de
Sookhi padi dil ki iss zameen ko bhiga de

Waise toh mausam guzre hain
Zindagi mein kayi
Par ab naa jaane kyun mujhe wo
Lag rahe hain haseen
Tere aane par jaana maine
Kahin na kahin zinda hoon main
Jeene lagaa hoon main…
ab ye fizaayein
Chehre ko chhooti
hawaayein…

Inki tarah do kadam toh badha le
Sookhi padi dil ki iss zameen ko bhiga de
O.. hoon akela, zara haath badha de
Sookhi padi dil ki iss zameen ko bhiga de

– Original lyrics by a poet and lyricist: Sayeed Quadri

Oh Beloved, come close to me someday… (Kadi aa mil sanwal yaar ve)

A classically composed and beautifully sung Punjabi song by an international band famous for their Sufi songs and classical compositions: Meekal Hassan Band. This song captures an essence of vulnerability, that is outcome of an insuppressible urge which comes into being when the beloved gets close, but goes far away afterwards, leaving the lover in despair… Originally sung by classical singer: Javed Bashir.

Translation:

Oh beloved, after smiting me
into a helpless fall for you…
Don’t you wander somewhere,
where I have no sight of you…
Make your way home to me now,
allow me a glimpse for moments a few.

Oh dear beloved of mine,
come close
and meet me someday…
Each corner of my soul,
craves for you loudly…

My life seems lost,
abandoned and fray…
When my beloved’s scent
isn’t in grasp,
but fading away…
Been an eons that I crave,
for my beloved’s presence…
Oh dear beloved of mine,
come close
and meet me someday…

For days spent
in detached embrace
of yours…
Waiting on very ways
I traced last footsteps
of yours…
I sit here losing myself
like a castaway…
Oh dear beloved of mine,
come close
and meet me someday…

– Dedicated to the Beloved, whom lover can’t see a more of…

Original Version:

Sajan preet laga ke
Duur des mat jaa
Baso humari nagri
Mohay Sunder Mukh Dikhla ja

O kabhi aa mil sanwal yaar way
Meray loo loo cheekh pukar way

Meri jindri hoyee udaass way
mera sanwal aas na paass way
usse mille nay chaar kahar way
O kabhi aa mil sanwal yaar way

Tujh Harjayee ki banhoon main
aur pyar preet ki rahoon main
main to baithi sab kuj haar way
kabhi aa mil sanwal yaar way…

– Original lyrics by: Mekaal Hasan Band.

Also adapted by another Classical Singer: Ali Abbas, in no way lesser than the original.

Like a HicCuP beloved comes to me (Aave Re Hitchki)

One of the sneakingly heart-touching “I Miss You” song, with flavors of folk romance and moonlit melancholy, sung beautifully by Shankar Mahadevan in Gulzar Sahib‘s penned adaptation of Mirza-Sahiban folklore as a film: Mirzya (2016).

Translation:

Amidst deep slumber of mine,
who’s started to miss me again…?
keeping me teased whole night…
pangs of love keep me awake…
Here heart becomes – restless…
like a dancing wick on a candle…
And here it comes to me,
like the hiccups…
Like a HicK-cuP beloved comes to me!

No news has came so far,
for wet letters I have sent…
Amidst a very spring,
I observe Autumn’s blend…
My land has dried now,
fields have drought now,
my inside has now a thirst in-satiated,
And here it comes to me..
Like the hiccups…
Like a HicK-cuP beloved comes to me!

On a turf of a scorching stew,
rides a bright red rim…
Eating my all shade,
and rest with-in…
How may I cross this land of distance in between,
when my feet are swelling from the heat…?
My land has dried now,
fields have drought now,
my inside has now a thirst in-satiated,
And here it comes to me..
Like the hiccups…
Like a HicK-cuP beloved comes to me!

Oh my dear beloved…
next time when eve is to settle its wings,
and moon gets to climb the heavens.
Don’t make me howl in pain…
Promise me on my life…
You won’t be missed again…
Pangs of love keep me awake…
Here heart becomes – restless…
like a dancing wick on a candle…
My land has dried now,
fields have drought now,
my inside has now a thirst in-satiated,
And here it comes to me..
Like the hiccups…
Like a HicK-cuP beloved comes to me!

– Dedicated to the Hic-cups that duly arrive when lovers miss each others fondly…

Original Version:

Nidra mein kisne yaad kiyo re
Nidra mein kisne yaad kiyo re
Jagaye saari raina re
Piya jagaave, jiya jagaave

Aave re hitchki (x3)
Hitch..
Aave re hitchki (x3)

Sandesha aayo na
Chithiya bhi jaayi
Saavan mein sookhe naina re

Talaiya sookhi
Kikhad sookha
Kikar sookha re

Aave re hitchki (x3)

Dhoop mundhere chadh gayo dhola
Jal gayo saari chhav re
Aangan paar karoon main kaise
Talve jale mere paanv ke

Talaiya sookhi
Kikhad sookha
Kikar sookha re

Aave re hitchki (x3)

O meri janniya re
Sham dhale jo
Chand chadhe toh
Phir na rulaiyo re
O meri janniya re

Meri jaan ki saugandh hai
Yaad na aaiyo re
O piya jagaave, jiya jagaave
Diya jagaave re

Talaiya sookhi
Kikhad sookha
Kikar sookha re

Aave re hitchki (x3)
Hitchki aave re
Hitch.. hitch aave re
Hitchki aave re
Aave re, aave re
Aave re hitchki
Aave re hitchki
Jagaye saari raina re

Talaiya.. kikhad..
Bhitar sookha re

– Original poem put very charmingly by my guru-ji (Gulzar Sb).

The Immersion

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In times, after a day tiring,
and in nights without rest…
I seek to sit beside you in silence,
to receive your warmth,
like you’re a fire lit beside camp,
and I am a vagabond, tired
of roaming in wild darkness.

I am inclined to fall into your lap,
to have some moments of rest,
like you’re a ground sacred,
and I am a leaf, that has
just parted from wreath.

I burn to slip into your hands,
to know what is it to be contained,
like you’re a goblet of rejuvenation,
and I, mere an ash – scattered,
from the glowing mountains.

I ache to immerse in your embrace,
to find how pain vanishes with grace,
like you’re a moon casting – a quilt of spells,
and I am a moth howling,
in lust of mystic flame.

I yearn to flow my pulse to your heart-beats,
to feel what’s rising and what’s drowning,
like you’re a river of passion scintillating,
and I, mere a stone split
from rocks eroded.

I wish to submerge inside your breaths,
to forget any other world that exists,
like you’re a portal to universe another,
and I, a war-ship, that long sought
exile from wars and battles.

I desire to sink my world in you,
in craving to earn, color of your hue.
Like you’re the star, arose
to inspire luminescence…
and I am among those
trifling forever in shadows…

No matter when you look,
you’ll find me longing for this essence.
Since,
I am too tired of whole world around
lingering their eyes on me
seeking some complacence.
While, all I strive is to settle
in your arms, as a meaningless.

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– Dedicated to the only beloved who can immerse a lover totally…

Image Credits:

  1. “Ocean Atlas – Created by Jason deCaires Taylor” – Source: thecreatorsproject.vice.com
  2. “Christ of the Abyss – Created by Guido Galletti” – Source: viralnova.com

Poet 101

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They say,
poets don’t have a future…
Just a dream of it.

Eyes set on clouds of present,
messed hair and wrinkled clothes,
for moisture just dried off them,
post farewell of last rainfall.

Books drunken -ragged gown,
letters in pockets, scattered
now on the golden browns,
as frozen fragrance of dry flower
reeks from cold palms.

A keep situated
far from the madding crowd,
as green carpet lavished the floor;
creeks in the dry pastel colors,
this painting,
that hangs beside the door.

Hands tied together
like waves with unbreakable bond.
And hugs like sun kissing an ocean
right before it drowns.
Bidding adieu, salty lips whisper,
“see you, again”, to love just found.

Birds dancing on
the walls of a vacant house,
sporting flags of invitation
boasting subliminal colorful town.
Yet, alleys heading towards this palace,
has intersections with echoing sound,
from closets full of nostalgia,
and empty swings – with whom
the air plays around.

Feet sunk in a dense pit,
body looking like a sculpture
just discovered out of the pyramid.
As sweat married sand particles,
while eyes wandered in wilderness,
hunting for the oasis.

Part miles and decades
from the crimson fountain
holding water that mirrors the soul.
Yet, taste of a passionate kiss,
of an evening of dreams,
still circling the elixir in mouth.

Days getting shortened
painting the golden crowns,
and nights growing longer,
dressed in the silver gowns.
Some tunes contemporary
being played in welcoming halls,
but lips humming
lines of a nostalgic song…

Wheels turning clock-wise
on long empty roads,
while heads resting on back-seats,
tilting a time on slope…
A journey measured in stars crossed,
for those one left behind,
or ones that would come forth…

They say, poets, often don’t have a future…
Just a dream of it.
And perhaps, words a few
to paint on the weary walls…

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– Dedicated to the spirit of the poets.

Image Credits:
1 – Stock image/ wallpaper.
2 – Cover picture – Film: The Prophecy at Rome

The Fleeting Star

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I see you in moon’s,
I see you in star’s light,
as their glimmer blankets
the roads, homes, valleys
and ceaseless sky…
Reciprocating the eyes
seeking to extinguish darkness with light
“I am yours, just –
slip your fingers into mine…”

I see you in waves
I see you in tides,
as they run across the miles
and dance on bed of sea
infinite…
Reciprocating to the wind
that takes them into an arm
“I am yours, just –
slip your fingers into mine…”

I see you in rains,
I see you in cloud’s sigh,
that falls across the land
and holds under its spell
the magic infinite…
Reciprocating to the skies
that caresses them tight
“I am yours, just –
slip your fingers into mine…”

I see you in lows,
I see you in highs,
the ranges that are spread
atop the river’s spine,
as far as they see, the naked eyes…
Reciprocating to the sight
that chases it beyond all lines
“I am yours, just –
slip your fingers into mine…”

I see you in dreams,
I see you in rhymes,
those moments that carry
the poems sublime, with which
you compose symphony of life.
Reciprocating each heart beat,
tracing silage, for last location and sign,
“I am yours, just –
slip your fingers into mine…”

But you’re not here… my love,
you’re in my mind,
as a silhouette left
after the Sun has drowned.
– A light, that lingers,
even after star has ventured
far away.

In each moment that
I come closer,
I try to make you mine…
But you slip…
from my embrace
like I am trying to hold
a water or sand
too tight…

You’re a happiness that I find,
amidst a time when
one moment lapses onto another…
right at those intersections
where one line meets the other
to complete a circle.
And as much as I want
that moment to last,
I still find myself in void
after I loose your trail…
fortunately often
with moist on my lips to tell,
infinite did kiss the finite.

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– Dedicated to those infinities that every finite wants to hold on to, for as long as possible…

Image Credits:
1. Beach Photography – wallpaper (webneel.com)
2. Ocean Rain – Stock wallpaper

Paper Boats

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One day I saw,
a person from my window.
A man double my age,
walking down an opposite lane,
wearing a black rain coat,
amidst the hot day’s temp…

He stood beside a pole,
started looking down a road…
Perhaps, he was waiting for
someone to be there,
or may be, it’s where
his ride was to stop.

Day after day, I saw him
repeating all the same,
came no ride to take him,
nor came any friend.
I wondered what was it about
that made him stick
to a single frame.

And then one day he broke
his pattern all same…
He did show up to be there,
but could no longer stand.
He sat there still,
till an eve’s end,
even when his body started
showing signs of pain.

What would mount up
I wondered,
to such a resilience.
Though, I lived my life
across the docks,
yet never saw any person
pulling an act like that…

Like a novice, who spent
majority of his life at pier,
watching boats all day,
making to and forth in circles…
It was hard to see a man,
not showing pedigree of passengers,
but instead a sign of a carriage.

One day he didn’t budge
from its posture,
he’s still as a milestone,
for the whole long day…
Curious, I ventured close,
to see if he’s doing well,
I found him having, apparently
his last few breaths…

He did notice my presence
in his surrounding, and
hinted me to give him a hand.
He pulled me closer to self,
with little energy he had left.
And uttered few words in my ear,
that hardly made any sense.

I saw smile in his eyes,
like a glittering silver fountain,
as if, of a soldier that has won
all fights, all the battles…
Till I saw that shine began
to gradually faint,
before I could register
it was a parting stance.

As he died, I felt,
I had lost a friend,
yet I reflected, I knew nothing
much about that man.
In few moments, I noticed
he had something
enclosed in his hands,
A paper in his fists,
something tightly clenched.

It was a letter written,
perhaps, with a red fountain:
“I’ll be there my love, with you,
for we have to follow what
we weaved,
and dance once again in a rain
that made us fall for each other
at drizzling…
I know you’ll be waiting!”

I recalled, I used to think,
one day I would become
an architect of a vessel,
that may offer wanderer
a ride to the destined place.
Little did I feel before
that man was a vessel too
for a soul’s fate.

It was then, I realized,
he waited for the beloved,
like a kid,
who after creating a paper boat,
drops it into a puddle of water –
standing still after the rain,
looking out for the wind,
wishing it to be sailed…

How few of us ever know
that a promise, the journey,
matters more
than an eventual place.
That it’s attempts that make us
know the love’s true strength.

Suddenly, sky started to cry,
like it was too attending a funeral.
I don’t know whether it was
to greet or to bid him farewell.
Right with noise of first thunder,
his last words started to make sense…
“Dream, create, rejoice…
Don’t leave stones unturned!”

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– Dedicated to my maternal grand dad: Mr. Sadruddin Sohani (who passed away two days ago, loosing his fight with Cancer, but winning a war called “life” – by spending it like a King, till the very last moment).

Image Credits:
1. ‘The Harbour’ by Aminah Tasleem.
2. ‘Together’ by Arefin03 (Deviantart).