ham to raat ka matlab samjhen khvab, sitare, chand, charaghh aage ka ahval vo jaane jis ne raat guzari ho

arz-e-ahval ko gila samjhe kya kaha main ne aap kya samjhe

the mention of my condition was a complaint thought to be what was it i said to you, you did not follow me the speaker only wants to share their inner state, but the listener hears it as reproach. the couplet turns on a gap between intention and reception: honest expression becomes “gila” in the other’s mind. its emotional core is the pain of being misunderstood, where even plain words fail to reach the heart.

haal hamara puchhne vaale kya batlaen sab achchha hai

na mujh ko kahne ki taqat kahun to kya ahval na us ko sunne ki fursat kahun to kis se kahun

the couplet captures a double bind of grief: the speaker is too drained to put suffering into words, yet even if words come, the intended listener is unavailable. “power to speak” and “leisure to listen” become metaphors for emotional capacity and attention. the result is isolation—pain remains locked inside, turning longing into silence.

ahval kya bayan main karun haae ai tabib hai dard us jagah ki jahan ka nahin ilaaj

ahval dekh kar miri chashm-e-pur-ab ka dariya se aaj tuut gaya dil habab ka

hosh ud jaenge ai zulf-e-pareshan tere gar main ahval likha apni pareshani ka

na padha yaar ne ahval-e-shikasta mera khat ke purze kiye bazu-e-kabutar toda

yahan pe kuchh bhi nahin hai baaqi tu aks apna talash mat kar miri nigahon ke aaine ab ghhubar-e-furqat se at gae hain

ham to raat ka matlab samjhen khvab, sitare, chand, charaghh aage ka ahval vo jaane jis ne raat guzari ho

arz-e-ahval ko gila samjhe kya kaha main ne aap kya samjhe

the mention of my condition was a complaint thought to be what was it i said to you, you did not follow me the speaker only wants to share their inner state, but the listener hears it as reproach. the couplet turns on a gap between intention and reception: honest expression becomes “gila” in the other’s mind. its emotional core is the pain of being misunderstood, where even plain words fail to reach the heart.

haal hamara puchhne vaale kya batlaen sab achchha hai

na mujh ko kahne ki taqat kahun to kya ahval na us ko sunne ki fursat kahun to kis se kahun

the couplet captures a double bind of grief: the speaker is too drained to put suffering into words, yet even if words come, the intended listener is unavailable. “power to speak” and “leisure to listen” become metaphors for emotional capacity and attention. the result is isolation—pain remains locked inside, turning longing into silence.

ahval kya bayan main karun haae ai tabib hai dard us jagah ki jahan ka nahin ilaaj

ahval dekh kar miri chashm-e-pur-ab ka dariya se aaj tuut gaya dil habab ka

hosh ud jaenge ai zulf-e-pareshan tere gar main ahval likha apni pareshani ka

na padha yaar ne ahval-e-shikasta mera khat ke purze kiye bazu-e-kabutar toda

yahan pe kuchh bhi nahin hai baaqi tu aks apna talash mat kar miri nigahon ke aaine ab ghhubar-e-furqat se at gae hain