(You say) It is not love, it is madness
My madness may be the cause of your fame
Sever not my relationship with you
If nothing then be my enemy
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do not want debate on the sustenance of love Be it not love but another dilemma Give something O biased One At least the sanction to cry and plea.. a very good poem- tony
I am not my own enemy So what if the stranger is in love with you Whatever you are, it is due to your own being. a vry nice poem. tony
LOVE IS GOD AND GOD IS LOVE. THIS SHOULD BE UNDERSTOOD FIRST. THEN COMES MATERIAL LOVE.
Ishq Mujhko Nahin, Vehshat Hi Sahi Meri Vehshat Teri Shohrat Hi Sahi Katta Keeje Na Taalluk Hamse Kutch Nahin Hai To Adavat Hi Sahi Mere Hone Mein Hai Kya Rusvayee Ae Veh Majlis Nahin Khallat Hi Sahi Hum Bhi Dushman To Nahin Hain Apne Gair Ko Tujhse Mohabbat Hi Sahi Apni Hasti He Se Ho Jo Kutch Ho Aagahi Gar Nahin Gaflat Hi Sahi Umr Harchand Ki Hai Barke-Kharam Dil Ke Khoon Ki Fursat Hi Sahi Hum Koyee Tarqe-Vafa Karte Hain Na Sahi Ishq Museebat Hi Sahi Kutch To De Ae Falke-Na-Insaaf Aaho Fariyad Ki Rukhsat Hi Sahi Hum Bhi Tasleem Ki Khoo Dalenge Benayazi Teri Aadat Hi Sahi Yaar Se Chedh Chali Jaye 'Asad' Gar Nahin Vasl To Hasrat Hi Sahi
Very difficult to give same feel as in original language, Ghalib was one of the top Urdu poets of all time.
Just madness if not meant Love if it stays true Nice poem you have here
Beautiful lines...Even if there is no union and only the desire remains....Great poem!
in this case it was definitely madness... point being is true love is hard to find :)
as if we look to each other through mirror and both say in one word devil in mirror... so do you believe that even devil was an Angle one day? ? an opinion..
If you wish to understand 'Mirza Ghalib', then you ought to learn about his background! Ghalib went through the worst but accepted it with grace! His stoic acceptance of life could be seen in his verses!
Excellent Effort. I believe Vehshat comes from Vehshi, which is not necessarily mad, where Paagalpan comes from Pagal, which is more like mad.
here I am, no one is there in my heart; but a love which you can define as madness; o yes, my love is my madness