Category: transcreative

 andruni musarrat

andruni musarrat

bar’f zyada nahiN giri
khabroN say perhaiz kya
aa’aye jo azaab aa’aye
ukraine, talibaan, afraat e zar
hawaii adday per taakhir
saRkoN per haadsaat
canvas per acrylic chiRka
andruni musarrat say 
faizyaab hu’a

#tpoem
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mo’ad’dabana darkhuwast / plea to israfil

mo’ad’dabana darkhuwast

hazrat azrael
waq’t ka ziyaaN na karaiN
ik jaan thee pass humaray
woh paish kardi oos ko

plea to israfil

waste not your time
had one life to live
have already surrendered it
to one above

#tpoem
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ik a’jub saneha / wondering

ik a’jub saneha

baad marg e twitter
aap aur hum
bun jaa’ayeNgay
ajnabi dobara

wondering

after twitter’s
impending demise
you and i
will become strangers
once again

#tpoem
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unpoet (from Poessay Rosary 34)

 Unpoet
I

‘Me wrinkled, malang…’
says the unpoet.
‘You, my shadow come to life…’
says the Dadi.
‘You narcissistic, must…’
says the Shehzadi.
Others echo,
‘maatoob, masloob, mazroob,
mutasarrif, muhtaraz, mudhosh,
maghroor, mafroor, mutshaer...’*

II

(overheard)
chalo, jo hay
jaisa bhee hay
behtar hee hay.
laikin karaiN kya
khalish-e-dil ka.

The expectations
of the palpable heart —
wishes without parallel
or were they laments?
To which the unpoet gestures
with finger to lips
in the age-old refrain.
‘Me…no, no, no
am not unique
it is them
they are so similar
how can you fault me?’

III

The differences
apparent
age and gender
mores and manners.
And the similarities
binding one-ness
in hatred and intolerance.
When the cosmisage
fails the unpoet
is that unique?
Is being drowned
in an abundance of love
unique?
Is the need to absorb
love unlimited
unique?
Is the urge
to spread love around
unique?
Or is it a syndrome
to be tested, cataloged?
The unpoet
unique, sick,
different, but not indifferent.

IV

Gard-e-rah youN
libadah bun jati hay
ameer kya faqeer
mard kya zun
bahay jatay haiN
sub zair-e-asur
ik anjani taqat kay
Kya hu’a gar
rah-e-safar maiN
fi sabeel
kuch pyar hee
pila daiN hum?
LabouN ki khushk
pappRRiyouN ko
ashkouN ki nami say
koi seraab karday
ya palkouN maiN chanakhtay
tashakkur ki booNdouN say
pyas apni bhee bujha kar
karvaan say phir ja milaiN?
Kaisa kusoor tha
kaisi khalish thee
kay youN salib per
chaRRha daitay haiN log?

As the unpoet looks around
everything is eerily similar
save the disparate reflections
of a fang, a snag or a thorn.
__________________

*malang: sannyasi, wandering ascetic
must: inebriated with wine or love
maa’toob: one who is blamed
mas’loob: one who has been crucified
maz’roob: one who has been hurt
mutasar’rif: one who occupies
muh’taraz: one who is careful/cautious
mud’hosh: one who is inebriated
magh’roor: one who is proud
maf’roor: one who got away
mut’shaer: one who pretends to be a poet

on long drives

on long drives

fire lit leaves
repeat last year’s tales

is pat-jhuRR maiN
rung badaltay pattay

but when praised
your blush in every season

jub taarif ki ja’aye
rung aapkay chehray ka
badalta hay kyuN
her mausam maiN

#tpoem
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wajoodi gol jhoola

wajoodi gol jhoola

ghoomta hay
    gol gol
hona chahiyay
             hoga                
                 ho sakhta hay
kay gird yeh gol jhoola
apnay wajoodi mehwar per
    ghoomta hay
        gol gol

#tpoem
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