तेज़ हवा ने मुझसे पूछा, रेत पे क्या लिखते रहते हो

A Whisper from Mohsin Naqvi’s World

There’s a strange stillness in these lines — like meeting someone after ages and realizing time has changed nothing, and yet, everything.

A tender blend of irony, metaphor, and resigned grace.

Like the wind that keeps erasing his words, he bares the quiet futility of holding on to love through memory.

There’s grace in his defeat, beauty in his restraint.

Some wounds don’t seek healing — they only wish to be remembered, softly.

इतनी मुद्दत बाद मिले हो,
किन सोचों में गुम फिरते हो।

तेज़ हवा ने मुझसे पूछा,
रेत पे क्या लिखते रहते हो।

मैं दरिया से भी डरता हूँ,
तुम दरिया से भी गहरे हो।

जाओ जीत का जश्न मनाओ,
मैं झूठा हूँ, तुम सच्चे हो।