Thursday, March 27, 2008

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

3 comments:

Manoj Mairta said...

Of course! some thing is in this sand that allures everyone ! But be frank this place does not suit me I want to leave this one as soon as possible but it seems .....Delhi Tujhe Salaam!!!!!!!!!!!

Manoj Mairta said...

Of course! some thing is in this sand that allures everyone ! But be frank this place does not suit me I want to leave this one as soon as possible but it seems .....Delhi Tujhe Salaam!!!!!!!!!!!

Prem said...

Delhi, Drink and Ghalib are synonym words . No one can understand Ghalib better than a person who is himself intoxicated with something (be it love or liquor )and Deeply in love with Delhi. Nice one.