Beautiful Uncertainty

Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.

Of the lonely nights, spent next to the French windows,
Not exactly close, not very far either.
Both are convinced
that a sudden surge of emotion is binding them together.
There were signs, signals:
albeit, they were illegible.
Or was it ignored?
Not yet fully ready for each other.

But somewhere around the corner,
there was love.
It approached them, and backed off,
stood in their way
and, suppressing a giggle,
jumped to the side.

They’d be greatly astonished
to learn that for a long time
Chance has been playing with them.

And will love again
find a way into their hearts?
Beautiful is such a certainty,
but uncertainty is more beautiful.

हुनर

हर ख्वाइश को परवाज़ नहीं मिलती
हर दुआ को आवाज़ नहीं मिलती।
यह खुदा की रहमत है तुमपे
इसकी क़दर कर,
क्यूंकि हर जज्बा को हुनर नहीं मिलता।

Three Cups of Coffee

She left after that third cup of coffee.
The first was when I held her hand,
She said "Strings are not to be attached",
Then the second one, that followed the dinner,
I asked her to stay back for the breakfast...
The breakfast was cold and sober,
I hoped she stayed back forever...
But she left after that third cup of coffee.

वक़्त

कल वक़्त के पन्नों को पलट के देखा तोह
तुमसे मुलाक़ात हो गयी।
वो जो jacket ख़रीदा था तूमने पिछले साल
वोही पेहनी थी तुमने,
और मैं साधे कुरते में था।

वोह वक़्त भी पुराना होगा शायद,
क्यूंकि तुम्हारी जुल्फें अभी भी रात सी थी
और मेरी नज़रों को ऐनक की नज़र नहीं लगी थी।

कुछ देर बैठा तुम्हारे साथ,
जी भर के देखा
और फिर चल दिया...
अब नजाने फिर कब वक़्त मिलेगी...

The Art Of Losing