I shall be free

Who am I?by divine decree
The day i find out, I shall be free

I came to the world n lived like they said
I have to do the same till i fade
But why can not I ever disagree
The day I find out I shall be free

I eat I breathe I leave predecessors
Like I was left by my ancestors
Why this drama since Adam went to the tree
The day I find out, I shall be free

Same old faiths and same old desire
Same hoping heart we all carry to fire
Be a fool,till which degree
The day I find out I shall be free

Fir Wohi Masti

fir wohi masti me qaaynaat tamaam hai
saamne fir wohi saaqi hai fir wohi jaam hai

killat e alfaaz kabhi banne na de sukhanwar hume
nahi to unki bazm e khaas me apna bhi ek makaam hai

is nigaah se pilaye wo aur hum kare inkaar
wais,suno,is may se inkaar hi haraam hai

wo hain gaafil aur hum hai purummeed
uriyaan jazbon ka ishq hi ihtiraam hai

ye hai raah e ishq,yahan sabko milta nahi Faiz
kisine soch kar rakha shayad tera ye naam hai

Uriyaan= Naked
Faiz= Winner/succesful

bakhsh do

zubaan ko rawaangi bakhsh do
humko deewangi bakhsh do

paayenge manzil zarur hum
qadam ko aawargi bakhsh do

karenge na shikayat ab hum
dilko afsurdagi bakhsh do

laut jayenge tere dar se
chahat ko naraazgi bakhsh do

tumpe bhi mar mitenge hum
seerat ko saadgi bakhsh do

ehsaan tera hoga mujhpar
Faiz ko zindagi bakhsh do

kuchh bhi nahi

nayi khabar kuchh bhi nahi
qaabil e nazar kuchh bhi nahi

khokhle jismon ki hai mahfil
insaan ke andar kuchh bhi nahi

qataah:
waqt karein hum kyun barbaad
seep me gauhar kuchh bhi nahi

yun hi ho chale hum fida
ishq ka asar kuchh bhi nahi

qurbat e khuda maang lo
jannat me kausar kuchh bhi nahi

humko wo samjhe hain paagal
deewano ki qadar kuchh bhi nahi

guftagu hogi zameer se
roz-e-hashar kuchh bhi nahi

milti hai manzil shiddat se
raah purkhatar kuchh bhi nahi

chahat me teri sar na jhukaya
bazm me wo dar kuchh bhi nahi

wohi dar-o-deewar wohi insaan
makaan hai,ghar kuchh bhi nahi

unko bhi hai parwah Faiz ki
bas unko khabar kuchh bhi nahi

Qatra Qatra

dilse hoke jaan me utra qatra qatra
pyaas meri badhata gaya qatra qatra

wo zahar tha ya aab-e-hayaat kaun jaane
wo pilate gaye, main peeta gaya qatra qatra

kya kul chaman me koi na raha hosh mein?
ek hum kyun, har koi peeta raha qatra qatra

guzre honge woh ku-e-bahaar-o-chaman se
rang har kali pe aata gaya qatra qatra

husn-e-roo-e-jana ka asar to dekhiye
Faiz ghazalkhaar banta gaya qatra qatra

kabhi kabhi

aankhon ne mere unko diye shabaab kabhi kabhi
patjhadne khilaya tanha gulaab kabhi kabhi

naqaabil hoon par yun na gairat se dekhiye
boondon se bhi aata hai sailaab kabhi kabhi

minnat-e-chakor jab had se guzar gayi
zameen pe bhi aata hai wo mahtaab kabhi kabhi

humne mana ke jahannam dekha nahi koi
unki furqat dikha gayi ye azaab kabhi kabhi

sunne ko jab koi na mila haal-e-bisaat-e-yaar
khamosh ajnabi diye hain jawaab kabhi kabhi

har pal kyun betaab hai ay baaghi-dil Faiz
aata hai duniya me inqilaab kabhi kabhi

A man, a human

Sometimes, rarely, once in a blue moon, we meet someone. A man, not by the physiology but by nature. They touch your soul and create an everlasting echo which rings fresh in your memories even after decades. Sometimes they pass us during the busy office hours on the street or sit next to you in the train and we still don't come to know. We are,on the contarary,expect so less from another human being that when someone behaves like a human, we try to rub our eyes, "iska sala irada kya hai?"

It was our first trip to the city of the nizams, Hyderabad. We had a fun-filled but rather hectic Rafi holiday(don't ask me what is this, an yearly meet of Rafi bhakts in short) for 2 days.We were left with only one day to see the Chaarminar. And we were returning from Charminar and a bit late. We were in the bus, it was 9:30 by my mobile and We didn't know how to recognize the stop where we were to get down. Little uncomfortable, I asked the the person sitting next to us, will you go as far as Lingampalli? He said no, I wud get down 3 stops before that. Where are you going? Lingampalli, I told him, and hesitantly added, see this is our first time here in Hyderabad and we are little diffident about how to get down at the correct stop.
He pondered for a moment and said, ok then I shall go with you till that stop and take a return bus. Will that be ok for you?
Taken aback by this (as I said earlier, we are not habituated to expect much from another human nowadays), I said, no sir, that will be just too much, We can go of our own. He said "no no plz sir, I insist. Its my duty to you coz you are new here."
After then He sat still, not blabbering about himself, not taking my awed expression as a chance to inject me with his past humanitarian deeds nor telling me how bad the world is (thus proving himself a better than the most person), nor advicing me how important it is to be like him. On the other hand, when I asked him about his background he talked about his job, family, his posting at Kolkata for few years.
When we got down He hold my hand and said, please go home sir, you are very late. He denied my earnest request to give him company till he can find the return bus ,saying, its nothing for me, I can go by myself. When I objected to his use of 'sir' as I am as old as his son may be, He replied, but you are also a human being. I must respect that.

I know none reads my blog but still i want to shout this loudly, yes coz of people like you Mr Srinivas Rao, this world is still worthy of living. You have touched me. One people like you can heal the wounds created by a thousand. You make this world lovely and 'cause people like you are still not the part of fables exclusively, every morning I open my eyes and can wish good morning.

I know you will never ever read this blog and I know you have already forgotten me 'cause for people like you this incident is never a big deal but I shall remember you. Faiz doesn't bow easily, he is very very finicky about it but to bow infront of you doesnt need any effort.
I salute you Mr Srinivas rao, with bowed head and heart.