It quite ironic how few moments of same lonesomeness can create two different feelings. One of
Fond remembrance...
Tumhare saath bitaaye hu(v)e lamhe, waqt ki shaakh se todey hu(v)e gul lagtey hain,
Jo tum mere paas nahin ho to lagtaa hai, main us gulfaam se duur aa chukaa hoon.
The moments I spent with you seem like flowers plucked from the branches of the tree of time,
Now that you are not around, I feel that, I have come far away from that beautiful garden.
and another of
Desolation / Abandonment...
Hamare gham se anjaan, hamari shikaayatoan se bekhabar, woh kehte hain 'kuchh ghair nahin'
Aur hum yahaan apne aap se jhooj rahein hain, ab to khair hum unko bataayein bhi yaa nahin.
A stranger to my misery and oblivious to my (unsaid) complaints, she says 'There's nothing wrong'
And here I am fighting with myself to decide, should I, perhaps, even tell her about it or not.
-Gowrish
Fond remembrance...
Tumhare saath bitaaye hu(v)e lamhe, waqt ki shaakh se todey hu(v)e gul lagtey hain,
Jo tum mere paas nahin ho to lagtaa hai, main us gulfaam se duur aa chukaa hoon.
The moments I spent with you seem like flowers plucked from the branches of the tree of time,
Now that you are not around, I feel that, I have come far away from that beautiful garden.
and another of
Desolation / Abandonment...
Hamare gham se anjaan, hamari shikaayatoan se bekhabar, woh kehte hain 'kuchh ghair nahin'
Aur hum yahaan apne aap se jhooj rahein hain, ab to khair hum unko bataayein bhi yaa nahin.
A stranger to my misery and oblivious to my (unsaid) complaints, she says 'There's nothing wrong'
And here I am fighting with myself to decide, should I, perhaps, even tell her about it or not.
-Gowrish
