Philosophical

har aadmi mein hote hain das bis aadmi jis ko bhi dekhna ho kai bar dekhna

apne hone ka kuchh ehsas na hone se hua khud se milna mera ek shakhs ke khone se hua

kabhi ai haqiqat-e-muntazar nazar aa libas-e-majaz mein ki hazaron sajde tadap rahe hain meri jabin-e-niyaz mein the poet addresses the ultimate truth (god) as something long-awaited, asking it to become perceptible through ordinary, earthly forms. “garment of metaphor” suggests the seen world as a veil through which the unseen may be recognized. the “thousands of sajdahs” are intense inner urges to worship, restless for a direct encounter. emotionally, it is a prayer of yearning: devotion so overflowing that it begs for a sign.

aisi tarikiyan aankhon mein basi hain ki 'faraaz' raat to raat hai hum din ko jalate hain charagh

na ibtida ki khabar hai na intiha malum raha ye wahm ki hum hain so wo bhi kya malum translation neither the beginning, nor the end do i know, as for this illusion that i am, but do i really know. sagar akbarabadi

dhoka hai ek fareb hai manzil ka har khayal sach puchhiye to sara safar wapsi ka hai

jaane kitne log shamil the meri takhliq mein main to bas alfaz mein tha shaeri mein kaun tha

buton ko pujne walon ko kyun ilzam dete ho daro us se ki jis ne un ko is qabil banaya hai

lamhon ke azab sah raha hun main apne wajud ki saza hun

mere fusun ne dikhai hai tere rukh ki sahar mere junun ne banai hai tere zulf ki sham

rup ki dhup kahan jati hai malum nahin sham kis tarah utar aati hai rukhsaron par

muddat ke ba'd aaj main office nahin gaya khud apne sath baith ke din bhar sharab pi

main bhi yahan hun is ki shahadat mein kis ko laun mushkil ye hai ki aap hun apni nazir main

gar josh pe tuk aaya dariyaw tabiat ka hum tum ko dikha denge phailaw tabiat ka

mujhe to lagta hai jaise ye kaenat tamam hai bazgasht yaqinan sada kisi ki nahin