COLONIAL LEGACY, PERHAPS

Oof ! yeh bheega hua akhbaar
Paperwale ko change karo
Paanch sou gaon phir baha gaye isbaar
Gulzaar

Oonchi dyori more khwaja kii
Mose utro chadhyo na jaaye
Kahdo more khwaja se
Mori bahiya pakad le jaaye

Nadi kinaare dhuan uth rahaa
Mein jaanu kucch hoye
Jis kaaran mein jogan banii
Kahin wohi na jalta hoye

Apni cchab banayke jo mein pee ke paas gayee
Jo cchab dekhi peehu ki so mein apni bhook gayee
Cchaap tilak sab ccheenee re mose naina milaayke
Aamir Khusro

Maazoor mooh jo paao mera betarha pade
Tum sargalaan to mujhse na ho main nashe mein hoon
Mir Taquee Mir

Umredaraaz maang ke laaye the chaar din
Do aarzoo mein kat gaye do intezaar mein

Four days had I the loan of life
Spent in wasteful shame
Two in wishful thoughts &
Rest waiting in vain

Mohabbat mein nahin hai farq jeene aur marne kaa
Usee ko dekh kar jeete hain jis qaafir pe dum nikle
Mirza Ghalib

Tere vaade pe jeeyen hum toh yeh jaan jhoot jaana
Ke khushi se mar na jaate agar aitbaar hota
Mirza Ghalib

Fake is the call of death
Lived I have on promises made
Had I imbibed the Eternal Faith
Sublime would have been
The call of death

Paakhire diyeccho shwar shey gaaye gaan
Taar cheye beshi kare naa shey daan
Aamaare diyeccho shwar aami taro cheye beshi kori daan
Aami gaayi gaan

Bestowed have thee the birds with song
They sing and twit and chirp along
Gifted am I too with song
With lilts, notes, strains & strings
I bring
A joyous bouquet of lyrics unsung
Honeyed with mellifluous aplomb
I gift thee thy song

Meri aawaaz hii pardah hai mere chehre kaa
Mein hoon khamosh jahaan, mujhko wahaan se suniye

My words are but a camouflage of my thoughts
Glean my silences to fathom beyond

Ghar se masjid hai bahut door challo yun karle
Kisi rote huey bacche ko hasaaya jaaye
Sudarshan Faquir

Kheliccho e bishshow loye biraato shishy aanomone
Praloyo srishti tabo putulo khela neerojone probhu neerojone

The Universe is a mere spectre of a toy
In the hands of the Eternal Infant
Cares not He plays on Infinite games of
Doom & Creation
In blissful solitude
Of his own

Kahaan ke pathik kahaan keeno hai gamanwa
Kaun dhaam ke graam ke baasi kii kaarana tum tyajo hai bhuwanawa
Uttara desi ek nagari ayodhya jahaan dasaratha nripa waha hai bhuwanawa
Unahee ke huma donon kunwarawa maata bachana suni tyajo hai bhuwanawa
Graama vadhu poocche seeya se kaun so pritama kaun dewarawa
Seeya muskaaye bolata mridu vaani saanwaro pritama gaura dewarawa
Tulasidas prabhu aasa charan ke mero mana hara leenho jaanaki ramanawa

Eka samaya shri krishana prabhu ko horii khelana mana aayee
Eka se horii macche nahin kabahu yaa te karun bahutaaee
Yehi prabhu ne thaharaayee
Kasi horii machaayee, acharaja lakhiyo na jaayee
Brahmananda

Above all Tagore
His innumerable verses which cannot be captured
Within the periphery of miniscule blog space
Such gems………..
Such pearls of wisdom & poetic beauty………..
Giving expression to the deepest of deep emotions and
Feelings a human heart is capable of
Then why do people just go gaga over

Shakespeare, Keats, Tennyson, Shelley, Byron, Yeats only
Colonial legacy , perhaps…………….