I wrote this around Midnight of 12th of August. Just a fleeting Nazm I wrote as a thought passed through my mind. Might need to do some more work on it. Khayaal aur Tasavvuraat bhi are like a puff of wind. Never know when they come, never know when they leave. Comments are welcome.
Here is a quick recitation I recorded at Charleston Park around 6:30 in the morning today for those who can’t read Hindi.[audio:http://folkpoet80.googlepages.com/GautamDhar-WoKhat.mp3]