
बन्द शीशों के परे देख,दरीचों के उधर
सब्ज़ पेड़ॉं पे,घनी शाखों पे,फूलों पे वहां
कैसे चुपचाप बरसता है मुसलसल पानी
कितनी आवाज़ें हैं,ये लोग हैं, बातें हैं मगर
ज़ेहेन के पीछे किसी और ही सतह पे कहीं
जैसे चुपचाप बरसता है तस्सवुर तेरा
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Look beyond the closed panes,beyond the acloves
On the green trees,the branches and on the flowers
How silently it rains,ceaselessly
In the midst of all the noise,the people and so many voices
In the depth of my thoughts,at another level somewhere
I imagine you,Silently.
~author Gulzar
~interpretative translation by aahang



Hello,
Mmmm, lovely.
, nostalgic and given to fantasy. Don’t you think?
Rain has a fascinating way of making us, or maybe just me
Thanks.
Little drops in a drizzle or a gush of rainstorm the monsoon does have a special meaning.
Rain has the power to take us back in time with images from the past,enjoy the present with a cup of Hot tea or to look forward to a morning where everything is washed and new.
Awesome
I like this…it is beautiful, like a photo.
Thanks.I did not find a very good picture,though.