The Wind

Wind is the one who can bring back
The years rolled in one's prime, 
No other thing can do but wind.
Each single year we've seen feels us back
T'is merely the wind of that particular wind
That felt we in our prime.
Whether the sweet jargonig of birds
That makes the heavens mute, 
Or the singing monsoon rains
That inspire the buds to dance
And quench the earth's ears thirst, 
No other thing can do but wind.
Wind is a hope for a dying one, 
For him who has forsaken all his will, 
For him who is drowning in the water
Would any blade of grass may save his life.
Wind perches in nests, in earth's womb 
For seeds to grow, and in firmament
That the clouds will melt on to us, 
In fire that blows its flames sharp 
And in waters, to let it go forth
On the voyage of new land shores. 

The Wind: An Extreme Instance

What is the wind? -a flow in many forms, 

What the bards have call'd thee

All are their melodious evergreen songs, 

As a philocalist I see the wind in me.

Wind, a divine secret agent of the almighty, 

Invisibly roaming over seas, soils and nature

For tidings of the colourful world slightly, 

And the deeds, white and black of the creatures.

Wind, a messanger, takes the messages fairly

Of innumerable flowers' fragrances, 

Sweetness of fruits, melodies of bird-songs, tastes of poetry, 

And to the peasants love of animals' disturbances.

Wind, a bondage of love and peace

Amongst the diverse hearts of its creatures, 

And for a painter, wind is a moving picture

Of far-fatch'd fields, blue skies and solitary seas.

Wind, a wander'r rolling up the fallen leaves

With her into the spelly paths making sound, 

A Sufi singer; the song of herself can be listen'd

In a loud silence all around.

Wind, a great saviour, a transparent shelter, 

Creatures, all the three, are under her absent presence, 

They find haven in heaven of the lady defender, 

The wind is wind, an extreme instance. 

घर रख कर ख़ुद को

घर रखकर ख़ुद को, दुनिया बचाये रख,

जगदीश,किताबों से तअल्लुक बनाये रख।

तू  अकेले में वरक़ों से गुफ़्तगू करता रह,

 अशआर पकड़ कर दिल में सजाये रख।

"बुलाती है मगर जाने का नई"*कर सिफ़्त

चश्म-ए-ऊ, चन्द दिन गोशे में बिताये रख।

चलता चल, चलता चल, मगर ख़्यालों में,

बाहर जाने की जुस्तजू कुछ रोज़ दबाये रख।

*Dr.Rahat Indori

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