Making of Ghalib

Some people say
It was his genius,
Some say
It was God's gift,
Some other say,
It was his drunkenness,
And God knows what else.



But I say
Why blame his genius,
Why blame his drunkenness,
Why blame his womanly beauty,
Why blame his manly mind,
Why blame his rampant desires-

It was all in the dust of Delhi.

Binod Mairta

Beauty

Let
the moon shine,
mountains glitter,
rivers flow,
falls fall.
Let us sit together
and talk.
I cann't see
your face or hand,
but I know
you are beautiful
because
I enjoy the touch.