The room that always adorned colourful, ethnic patchwork throws, yesterday it was strewn with wall to wall white sheets.
Jahaan hameshaa Rangg thay bikhartay, Kal vahaan Bas Chaandniyaan hee reh gayiin...
Where everyone was welcome, we bade you farewell.
عجب اك شور سا...
Ajab ek shor saa barpaa hai kahiin
Koi khaamosh ho gayaa hai kahiin
Hai kuch aesa ké jaisaé yéh sab kuch
Ab sé pehlaé bhi ho chukaa hai kahiin
Jo yahaan sé kahiin naa jaata thaa
Voh yahaan sé chalaa gayaa hai kahiin
Tujh ko kyaa ho gayaa ké cheezon ko
Kahiin rakhtaa hai dhoondta hai kahiin
Tu mujhé dhoond, maén tujhé dhoonduun
Koi hum mein sé reh gayaa hai kahiin
Iss kamraé sé ho ké koi vidaa
Iss kamraé mein chhup gayaa hai kahiin
جون ايليا
photograph courtesy| Sabeen Mahmud| Testing Panorama
No comments:
Post a Comment
Every snowflake yearns to touch the ground, to melt, to change it's state, be something it isn't yet, whether it's water, ice or a snowball. Change is but a constant. Keep Commenting...let me know what you think.
Cheers