ये शहर बहुत ज़हीन है, यहाँ सर झुका कर चला करो
यहाँ दोस्त ही रकीब हैं, यहाँ सब के काँधे सलीब हैं
ग़र कोई हंस के मिले भी तो, ज़रा डरते-डरते मिला करो
यहाँ पैदल चलना गुनाह है, हर गाड़ी वाला खुदा है
जब पार करो सड़क कोई, हर कदम संभल कर रखा करो
यहाँ दौड़ती-भागती तिशनगी, कहीं थक के बैठी ज़िन्दगी
हर ख्वाब इश्तेहार है, उसे जेब में रखा करो
through the sky scrapers
and blind alleys
you must walk alike
with a bowed head as you come
and welcome to the city where culture rose
of all the smiling faces you behold
bear those smiles
like you bore the cross
with a guarded heart as you greet
and welcome to the city of friendly foes
lords spin the lofty wheels of fortune
as men travel on foot
burdened with sins
watch your step as you cross this road
and welcome to the city of deathly blows
desire desolves and sanity yearns
as it revolves never to return
harried life waits forlorn
with the pamphlets of dreams stuck within
and welcome to the city of eternal gloss
Born in New Delhi, India in 1980 and is a retired pessimist (still) living in New Delhi. He has Haryanvi ancestors, a Punjabi girlfriend, friends all over the world, two (or more) yet to be born children, (many) memories of (many) pet dogs and no cats ever. He holds an honours degree in English Literature from the University of Delhi and creates advertisements for paying the bills. His interests are universal, and include: living, eating, sleeping and when not sleeping, daydreaming. Other abiding interests include reading, writing, street photography, newspaper editorials, watching the moon and planning trekking trips that never materialize.
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