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Poetry has and always will remain my 'real' passion. It is in poetry that I find true meaning which urges me on through some turbulent moments in life.

Poetry is my life line.
-GULZAR

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LAST NIGHT

Last night
dewdrops fell
in a slow mist
on the closed lips
of the delicate buds.

In the intimate
bed of flowers,
under the scarf
of the blue night,
the dewdrops gave wings
to fairy tales.
A pair of twin souls
swimming in the gentle
chaos of the heart,
weighing the sky
on their delicate wings.
Last night,
it was a full moon.

Last night,
dreams were luminous.

Last night,
I was with you.


RAIN

When it rains
water grows feet,
kicking against walls
in the street
jumping
like a bunch of boys
after winning a match.

After winning the match
the boys of the street
with canvas shoes
jump like balls
kicking against walls
in the street
jumping
like water when it rains.


DEATH

Who knows
when or
where
it will strike
I am a grain
of Life.
Death is okay;
it will strike
only once.


OUT OF ORDER

Who knows what is
stuck
What is jammed ?
The night wont's close,
The day won't open.






FACES

In the naked, shameless day
all day long
I whip my slaves.
I buy them,
I sell them,
I auction myself
to satisfy my needs.

In the naked, shameless day
I make deals,
I compromise.

But in the emptiness
of the night
I hide my face
and sob.
One face covers
so many faces.


SOUL

Entangled
in the wheels of time
these culprits-
souls-
are pulverized on earth.
But every time
they rise,
only to be crushed again,
something
pulls them back into bodies.

Bodies are crushed,
splintered;
bodies fade away.
Only this soud is not erased
only this sould is not erasable.


FOR BOSKY

I didn't see time some
I didn't see time go
I didn't see time passing by
I didn't see any divine face
discard it

but I saw time
collect it in one place;

maybe it tiptoed from dreams
but when it came
even the thoughts didn't notice.
I saw the colour in the eyes
deepen like the sunset
I kissed it
but I didn't recognize it.

I think I heard it in lisping words;
I saw my baby
wrapped in silken threads.



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©GULZAR
reproduced with the permission of the poet
translation: J.P. Das and Reena Singh

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