I have been listening to old ghazals and falling in love with poetry again. I remember when I was first trying to fall in love with ghazals...and there was a live album called “Echoes” from Chitra and Jagjit Singh (I love Chitra Singh too - I know most folks hate her - Listen to “Yeh na thi Hamari Qismat”)....
...and echoes is quite poetic.
Maybe its just nostalgic, but even back then it used to be one of my favorite albums.
And today...I am falling in love all over again...with the man called Jagjit, the lady called Chitra and the genre called ghazals.
Unhe yeh zid ke mujhe dekh kar kissi ko na dekh,
Mera yeh Shauq, ke Sabse Kalam Karta chaloon....
(she has this obstinate viewpoint that I only have eyes for her,
What can I do, the playboy that I am, I tho immerse myself in all the sights)
...and echoes is quite poetic.
Maybe its just nostalgic, but even back then it used to be one of my favorite albums.
And today...I am falling in love all over again...with the man called Jagjit, the lady called Chitra and the genre called ghazals.
Unhe yeh zid ke mujhe dekh kar kissi ko na dekh,
Mera yeh Shauq, ke Sabse Kalam Karta chaloon....
(she has this obstinate viewpoint that I only have eyes for her,
What can I do, the playboy that I am, I tho immerse myself in all the sights)
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