ji dhundta hai phir wahi fursat ki raat din
baithe rahen tasawwur-e-jaanan kiye hue
again this heart seeks those days of leisure as of yore
sitting just enmeshed in thoughts of my paramour
the speaker longs for an unbroken leisure where time stops being practical and becomes purely emotional. “day and night” suggests a continuous hunger, not a momentary wish. the “image of the beloved” is a refuge: sitting still becomes a form of devotion and survival. the couplet captures love as a persistent inner occupation that needs silence and time to fully unfold.
duniya-e-tasawwur hum aabaad nahin karte
yaad aate ho tum khud hi hum yaad nahin karte
yun barasti hain tasawwur mein purani yaaden
jaise barsat ki rim-jhim mein saman hota hai
un ka gham un ka tasawwur un ki yaad
kat rahi hai zindagi aaram se
han dikha de ai tasawwur phir wo subh o sham tu
daud pichhe ki taraf ai gardish-e-ayyam tu
the speaker pleads with imagination to revive a lost time as vividly as real life, and addresses time itself as if it could reverse course. “morning and evening” stands for the whole rhythm of a bygone life, now missed. the emotional core is longing: a desire to undo loss by making time return, even if only in the mind.
ghar ki tamir tasawwur hi mein ho sakti hai
apne naqshe ke mutabiq ye zamin kuchh kam hai
jaane kyun ek khayal sa aaya
main na hunga to kya kami hogi
un ka gham un ka tasawwur un ke shikwe ab kahan
ab to ye baaten bhi ai dil ho gain aai gai
yun teri yaad mein din raat magan rahta hun
dil dhdakna tere qadmon ki sada lagta hai
phir nazar mein phul mahke dil mein phir shamen jalin
phir tasawwur ne liya us bazm mein jaane ka nam
tere khayal ke diwar-o-dar banate hain
hum apne ghar mein bhi tera hi ghar banate hain
main jab bhi us ke khayalon mein kho sa jata hun
wo khud bhi baat kare to bura lage hai mujhe
tasawwur mein bhi ab wo be-naqab aate nahin mujh tak
qayamat aa chuki hai log kahte hain shabab aaya
tasawwur zulf ka hai aur main hun
bala ka samna hai aur main hun
khafa hain phir bhi aa kar chhed jate hain tasawwur mein
hamare haal par kuchh mehrbani ab bhi hoti hai
mere pahlu mein tum aao ye kahan mere nasib
ye bhi kya kam hai tasawwur mein to aa jate ho
chahiye us ka tasawwur hi se naqsha khinchna
dekh kar taswir ko taswir phir khinchi to kya
the couplet values true creativity: real art should arise from inner imagination, not mere copying. ‘tasavvur’ (mental vision) is presented as the authentic source of a new image. reproducing an image by looking at an existing one becomes imitation, lacking freshness and personal feeling. the emotional core is a demand for originality in love and in art alike.
ek teri yaad se ek tere tasawwur se hamein
aa gae yaad kai nam hasinaon ke
hum hain us ke khayal ki taswir
jis ki taswir hai khayal apna
khul nahin sakti hain ab aankhen meri
ji mein ye kis ka tasawwur aa gaya
lamha lamha mujhe viran kiye deta hai
bas gaya mere tasawwur mein ye chehra kis ka
puri hoti hain tasawwur mein umiden kya kya
dil mein sab kuchh hai magar pesh-e-nazar kuchh bhi nahin
raat bhar un ka tasawwur dil ko tadpata raha
ek naqsha samne aata raha jata raha
lab-e-khayal se us lab ka jo liya bosa
to munh hi munh mein ajab tarah ka maza aaya
yaad mein khwab mein tasawwur mein
aa ki aane ke hain hazar tariq
~ Bayan Meeruthi
bichhad kar us se sikha hai tasawwur ko badan karna
akele mein use chhuna akele mein sukhan karna
mahw hun is qadar tasawwur mein
shak ye hota hai main hun ya tu hai
hain tasawwur mein us ke aankhen band
log jaanen hain khwab karta hun
main ek thaka hua insan aur kya karta
tarah tarah ke tasawwur khuda se bandh liye
is qadar mahw-e-tasawwur hun ki shak hota hai
aaine mein meri surat hai ki surat teri