Virani

koi virani si virani hai dasht ko dekh ke ghar yaad aaya what kind of desolation there this be home comes to mind the desert when i see this couplet subverts the traditional metaphor where a home is a sanctuary and the wilderness is a place of ruin. the poet expresses that the vast emptiness of the desert reminds him of his home, implying that his house is even more desolate and destroyed than the wilderness itself.

dil ki virani ka kya mazkur hai ye nagar sau martaba luta gaya of this heart's desolation, what is there to say? this city has, a hundred times, to plunder fallen prey the heart is imagined as a city repeatedly raided by sorrow. after so many losses, the speaker feels that mentioning its desolation is pointless, because devastation has become the norm. the exaggeration “a hundred times” conveys the long, repetitive history of pain and the numb resignation that follows.

ab jis taraf se chahe guzar jae karwan viraniyan to sab mere dil mein utar gain

dil par dastak dene kaun aa nikla hai kis ki aahat sunta hun virane mein

sahra ko bahut naz hai virani pe apni waqif nahin shayad mere ujde hue ghar se

ghar mein tha kya ki tera gham use ghaarat karta wo jo rakhte the hum ek hasrat-e-tamir so hai the poet questions the destructive power of love's grief, arguing that his heart was already destitute and held nothing of value to be looted. the only possession he ever had was an unfulfilled desire to build a home or a life. since this was merely an abstract longing rather than a material reality, it ironically survives the destruction.

itni sari yaadon ke hote bhi jab dil mein virani hoti hai to hairani hoti hai

hum se kahte hain chaman wale ghariban-e-chaman tum koi achchha sa rakh lo apne virane ka nam

bana rakkhi hain diwaron pe taswiren parindon ki wagarna hum to apne ghar ki virani se mar jaen

bastiyan kuchh huin viran to matam kaisa kuchh kharabe bhi to aabaad hua karte hain

tumhaare rang phike pad gae nan meri aankhon ki virani ke aage

wo kaam rah ke karna pada shahr mein hamein majnun ko jis ke waste virana chahiye

meri barbaadi mein hissa hai apnon ka mumkin hai ye baat ghalat ho par lagta hai

khatm hone ko hain ashkon ke zakhire bhi 'jamal' roe kab tak koi is shahr ki virani par

kis ne aabaad kiya hai meri virani ko ishq ne? ishq to bimar pada hai mujh mein

dur tak dil mein dikhai nahin deta koi aise virane mein ab kis ko sada di jae

basti basti parbat parbat wahshat ki hai dhup 'ziya' chaaron jaanib virani hai dil ka ek virana kya

tanhai ki dulhan apni mang sajae baithi hai virani aabaad hui hai ujde hue darakhton mein

main wo basti hun ki yaad-e-raftagan ke bhes mein dekhne aati hai ab meri hi virani mujhe

na hum wahshat mein apne ghar se nikle na sahra apni virani se nikla

farq nahin padta hum diwanon ke ghar mein hone se virani umdi padti hai ghar ke kone kone se translation being at home of crazies like us, hardly matters, desolation creeps from its all nooks and corners. sagar akbarabadi

do jiwan taraj hue tab puri hui baat kaisa phul khila hai aur kaisi virani mein

andar se main tuta-phuta ek khandar virana tha zahir jo tamir na hoti to main yaro kya karta

ji yahi kahta hai ab chal ke wahin ja thahro hum ne viranon mein dekhe hain wo aasar ki bas