hatched by the heart’s heat

Who falls prey to superstition,they believe in.Ah, these poor chaps,they know not,That these so called saints,will suck their blood,And will take them to task,by creating smoke screens,And will make life miserable,making return uphill task,And till the time they live,will serve as unpaid slaves,Do not follow them blindly,Into a tunnel which has no lights.

मेरे सुने दिल की धड़कन से एक आवाज़ ये आई हैकी मेरे जनाज़े में वो मेरे साथ न आएगी

When life sucks from every emotion I carryTo them what remains, matter nothingLife’s goal is in the hand of my dreamsTo them what time reveals, matter nothingNow mirror scares me time and againTo them my images, matter nothingIn all the circumstances, I must keep patience ‘Ashi’To them what I carry, matters nothing.

You have not left any traces, nor do you wish to be reachedThough your songs are being sung, by the saints and birds.Deep in my hollow heart, you made a permanent placeBy playing your finest flutes,which float around my soul.Though you are not far and resides withinMy heart is at unrest since eyes cannot perceiveYour…

reflects harmony.

थे सुख़नवर बोहोत उस बज़्म-ए-दुनिया में,जो थी वहां पर वो इंसान की कमी थी।खूबसूरती तो लूट रही थी ज़र्रे ज़र्रे में,ऑंखें मिली थी लेकिन दीदार की कमी थी।रोया बोहोत हूँ मै भी तेरे शब-ए-ग़म में,खून-ए-जिगर मिला तो आँसुओं की कमी थी।तरकश में मेरे तीर कम नहीं थे ‘आशी ‘,दोस्त तो बोहोत है दुश्मनों की कमी…