HIRALALKAK
“Hazaaron khwahishen aisi ke har khwahish pe dam nikle
Bohat niklay mere armaan, lekin phir bhi kam nikle…”
“Ishq par zor nahi hai ye vo aatish ‘Ghalib’
ki lagaaye na lage aur bujhaaye na bane”
“Yeh ishq nahi aasan bas yun samajh lijiye
aag ka dariya hai aur doob ke jana hai”
There are feelings so strong but impossible to express at times. Sometimes lack of words and sometimes lack of courage leaves one helpless and end up burying those feelings deep inside.
Once upon a time a man lived in a dingy house, made of small red bricks, with a pen in his one hand and a vintage hookah in the other, he penned down his life and feelings. His deep yet simple writings magically touch the heart of every single reader. Beauty of his words, thoughts and use of Urdu language in his immortal creations is one of the priceless treasures Indian literature has and will ever have.
Mirza Asadullah Baig Ghalib says it the best about desires and dreams. They never end, like an active volcano always has burning lava inside.
His poems, ghazals, Qasida, Rubai scribbled in striking Urdu script on those faded and pale old pieces of paper can make a bibliophile’s heart skip a beat in a single glance.
Empathy and escape, dreams and reality, attachment and detachment, life and death, hurt and love, Ghalib says it all!
