The prison of life and the bondage of grief are one and the same Before the onset of death, how can man expect to be free of grief?
This is the only available photographic image of Ghalib. chapatimystery
Sau kos se ba-zaban e-qalam baatein kiya karo aur hijr mein visaal ke maze liya karo!
Main koshish karta hoon keh koi aisi baat likhoon jo parhay khush ho jaye.
The object of my worship lies beyond perception’s reach;
The Sheikh hovers by the tavern door, but believe me, Ghalib, I am sure I saw him slip in As I departed.
I am half Muslim because I drink wine, but I don’t eat pork.
Why has not doomsday come? Why does not the Last Trumpet sound? Who holds the reins of the final catastrophe? The hoary old man of lucent ken Pointed towards Kashi and gently smiled. ‘The Architect,’ he said, ‘is fond of this edifice Because of which there is colour in life; He Would not like it to perish and fall.