I wrote the ‘Maqta’ of this Ghazal after meeting someone for the very first time. Luckily now she’s a good friend of mine. I won’t give the name out though ЁЯЩВ Ghazal shauq farmiaaye.
Category: Urdu/Hindi Poetry
From My trip to Balli Maran, 26th June 2005Gali Qaasim Jaan was wrapped in fading darkness. A few tattered curtains hung listlessly on some doors. Pigeons flew overhead and some kids fought over marbles. Somewhere a goat tethered to a threshold, bleated timidly. This was Balli Maran in the walled city of Delhi more than…