Background: It’s been a while since I have shared some poetic creation. Was driving back home in car and the mind was in thinking mode as playing on YouTube audio was a conversation between Gulzaar Saab and Javed Saab, basically a leg pull of Javed Saab by Gulzaar saab
I always enjoy the attention, rather I love to be an attention seeker and many a times people ask me about the character I’ve created – how could I give that a Demi god status and then this is what came out.
Sharing here with you my latest creation titled – Mistaken identity & illusion of being Celebrity
While my focus off late was on market write ups, I had been assimilating my thoughts and this time interestingly I had so much that I decided to give this creation a different shape. Instead of poetic creation, this be read as a poetic story, wherein the central character moves back from a metropolitan city to his own hamlet, that itself is chasing
How the city is changing into skyscrapers on one side and even on plots the builder floors start coming up. His is a traditional house not for sale to any of these builder floor contractors and like a traditional guy he’s sitting there
What and when takes him into the flow of romantic thoughts is a twist in the turn but trust me it’s very interesting. The creation also highlights the changing societal dynamics where the floor owners don’t shy away from creating barriers for their higher floor residents and still we all say we are all neighbours
I have tried to bring out a mix of emotions, between the floor owners, the changing city dynamics and how the love comes to fore in this entire set up – but why is this termed माया मोह, has an interesting background…read it to find out why?
I have been listening to Gulzaar Saab for a few days now. In fact the best I’ve liked in that series is the one that he is reciting on the 70th birthday of his friend Late Jagjit Singh Ji and it has a mix of some serious romantic stuff, some soulful melodies and even one where an old man visualises his death. A bit serious but gives a few words to build upon.
एक मिश्रा और उसकी बेला का ज़िक्र था उसमें and I picked up Mishra and Bela to create one. There is a romantic angle in the nazm – the man visualising return of his lost love and the conversation that takes place – what he says and what she says – and let me be honest – writing only on two words Mishra Ki Bela is not that easy as it may look like.
I hope I’ve been able to do justice to the legendary names from whom I’ve picked up cues to create my own. Personally I rate this as one of my favourites – कहीं शायद मेरी किताब से भी जुड़ती है ये
The coming week, happens to be Gulzaar Saab’s 88th birthday, on August 18. His creations have inspired me and just got to know today that many of his creations on moon have been stand out ones. While you listen to them, you remember the words as well but then you tend to miss out the fine prints in the melody
Then very recently I got to listen to his narrative on Late Jagjit Singh Ji’s 70th birthday and he used the word – स्याह. Have tried to create one on moon, juxtaposing the word स्याह and स्याही, as I’ve got a collection of multiple colours of ink. I’m sure you all will love it…पेश ए ख़िदमत है…
It’s been a while since I wrote a poetic creation; not that this is the latest one, I had written this a couple of months back but bringing it on the platform now. The background to this is – a word given to me by a friend किश्तें and I picked that up to create one creation of my own. Hope you guys will enjoy it
Story behind this creation is very interesting. I was crossing through Westin Gurgaon on the morning of December 6, 2022 and suddenly recalled Vineet Paanchi ji and my friend who introduced me to his creations. It was in November 2020 that I first heard his nazm titled उम्र and I could strike the chord in very first that I heard.
Subsequently I listened to many of his other creations but the one I liked was कमीज़ें and it just came into my mind on the NH 8 when on the right of me was the black glassed semi circle building of Westin and towards my right was Iffco chowk. Do I need to tell what was going through my mind – on the steering wheel what do you expect to go through my mind – and I assembled my thoughts to be penned down at end of day. I hope you all like this impromptu creation
This one is double as it carries two creations – one while on flight UK 737 on November 14, 2022 and the other one at the airport waiting for boarding flight UK 738 on November 16, 2022 – since one is in flight and other one waiting at the airport I’ve clubbed the title for two – दूर ऊपर बादलों में मैं और मेरे ख़याल
When I’m in flight it’s not that I am always enjoying the inflight entertainment, in flight it’s always me and my thoughts and these two are carved out from the thoughts that I’d been wandering through. Background to both is given in opening paragraphs
Never ever this has happened that I’ve stopped my car mid way on the road to click the moon, but that evening last week seeing the reddish moon I just couldn’t resist and stopped the car to create one – आप बीती चाँद की. Hope you like it
Background to this creation – yes I know people say all my creations are one track, but actually it’s not so. I have a habit of picking up words and creating around them. This creation has words from ae dil hai mushkil, amanush, if someone has seen web series Bandish Bandit from there and many more – my only contribution I’ve chained the words into a nazm
This one is titled पाखी और दोपहर की धूप coz it’s written in two phases. The first part I had written a few months back and it ended with फिर तुझको बस शुक्राना तेरा करने को
Very recently I was playing Chupke Chupke by Ghulaam Ali Saab on my car system and I picked up the line – दोपहर की धूप में, मेरे बुलाने के लिए and I had a plot in the story, rather than taking the plot in story I created from जो है क़ुबूल तुमको शुक्राना मेरा…recreating a situation that I had conceptualised in a story – recalling an afternoon meeting and the possible conversation that it can have – mind it in the story it could have been a make or break conversation and this शुक्राना is dedicated to that दोपहर की धूप with word play मेरे शहर में and I twisted a few words
दिल की कलम से लिखी थी मैंने फिर एक पाखी तुझको शुक्राना तेरा करने को
डाल ना पाया डाक में ये भी, था जो डाक खाना दूर मुझसे, तेरी तरह शायद तेरी ही हिदायत पे
रह गई बनके एक दस्तावेज बस्ते में मेरे वो पाखी लिखी थी मैंने जो तुझको फिर
सिर्फ शुक्राना तेरा करने को, किया क्या तूने जो करूं शुक्राना तेरा मैं फिर एक बार, पूछ खुदसे ही तू
है हुनर ये तेरा ही तो ए मेरी हम नफ़स कमियां तराश के मेरी काबिल मुझे बनाने का
हुई जो दूर इस अमानुष से तमन्ना इसकी है ख्वाहिश तुझसे बस इतनी ए मेरी प्रेरणा
करना ना इस्तेमाल दस्तावेज़ ये अब करने को रुसवा मुझको फिर एक बार
लिखी थी पाखी दिल की कलम से मैंने फिर तुझको बस करने का शुक्राना तेरा
____from here begins the second part____and it connects perfectly
जो है क़ुबूल तुझको शुक्राना मेरा फिर कह रहा हूँ – सिर्फ़ शुक्राना मेरा
कर याद आज फिर धूप वो आख़री दोपहर की आया था जब मैं तेरे बुलाने पे शहर अपने में ही
और कर याद अल्फ़ाज़ वो कहे थे तूने जो रख दिल पे हाथ मुझसे
की थी जो गुस्ताखी शान में हुज़ूर की जब मैंने खेल के खेल अल्फ़ाज़ों का
फिर एक बार अन्दाज़ उसी में अपने झुका के नज़र वो शर्मीली सी और दबा दाँतो तले ज़ुबान अपनी
मुस्कुरा दो सोच के बस यही कर देते हैं घायल आज भी
लगते हैं एक क़टार की तरह दिल पे जो सही वक्त पे भी और निशाने पे भी
अल्फ़ाज़ हैं जो निकलते कलम से मेरी
तो क्या जो है मिट गया अब दिल से तेरे नामों निशाँ हमारा सदा के लिए
हुआ हूँ घायल भी तो मैं इस ख़जालत भरी मुस्कान से ही तो
Vikas Miglani writes 