A Lamp by a Window

It is quite interesting that in times of despair, we sometimes ask questions of ourselves which quite possibly have no answer or have obvious answers that we refuse to admit to. I have indulged in that exercise in narcissism more than I would care to admit and on the same note, a poor ghazal came to mind as follows:

کوئی چراغ کہیں جلتا نہیں، کیا کروں؟

اس مشکل کا حل ملتا نہیں، کیا کروں؟

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مانا کے شہر میں ہیں کاریگر بہت

پر چاکِ دل  سلتا نہیں،  کیا کروں؟

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خطرہ ہے کے پھر عشق نہ ہو جائے

یہ  خطرہ  اب  ٹلتا  نہیں،  کیا کروں؟

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ہزار سجدے، ہزار چوکھٹ، ہزار بار

پر  یوں  خدا  ملتا  نہیں،  کیا  کروں؟

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دیکھ  استاد  اسے  پہلوِ  غیر  میں

اب  دل  تیرا  جلتا نہیں، کیا کروں؟

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No window offers a light

What should I do?

A path to follow in this darkness

Where would I find it?

 

And I know this city

Has many people who repair things

Who mends a broken heart?

Where would I find him?

 

And to fear to fall in love again?

Is a curse indeed

Do I dare?

Do I dare not?

 

I prayed a thousand times

At a thousand holy sites

That was not the way to find God

That was not the way to find her

 

And now you see your love

Dancing with one more pious than you

Does that not

Make your heart smolder?

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4 responses to “A Lamp by a Window

  1. Aah! Just when I find myself wondering about a new poem from you, along comes this wonderful piece 🙂 🙂 Love the sensitivity and emotion with which you have written this ghazal. Truly one of my favourite ever poems!

    Usatad, indeed! 😉

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