शायर: बी डी नारायंकर
यह रंग ए महफ़िल यह जाम ओ महफ़िल बुरे लग रहे थे मुझे
जब तेरा ख़याल आ रहा था
अछाईया तेरी सुलगा रही थी, जला रही थी बदफाल्िया मेरी
जब तेरा ख़याल छा रहा था
कैसे शुक्रिया अदा करू ढकने गुनाह, उड़कर नेकी का
जब तेरा हिजाब आ रहा था
Yeh rang e mehfil yeh jam o mehfil bure lag
rahe they mujhe
jab tera khayal aa rahaa thaa
Achaayia teri sulga rahi thi jala rahi thi
badfalia meri
jab tera khayal chaa rahaa thaa
Kaise shukriya adaa karu dhakne gunah
udkar neki ka
jab tera hijaab aa rahaa thaa
Note: I had been on an assignment yesterday in a dingy place - Socials Club near TOI - a place did not suit me, a place out of my likings list - a place made me feel a stranger.
Dingy because for the first time I saw men drinking in the company of girls with raucous music in the background.
Maybe, trying hard to match the ambiance I found helping myself with a mug of beer - a toxicant I touched after years, yes years after someone's love had tabooed me to do so
The very thought of her; her goodness; her innocence; her eyes made me realize the unholy cravings ...
I immediately spurned the mug - just a thought of hers made me do that - reject that "malty" muck! Immediately I witnessed fingers running on smartphone penning this poem mentioned above
How should I thank her for this. Wouldn't you let me know, Honey!
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