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Kuchh tu taalluq

📜 Lyrics

Some connection, some attachment, At least be called my enemy, At least be called my enemy. A toy like a heart has come to your hands, Play with it, break it, amuse yourself. Yesterday you were sitting among rivals, Yes, yes, make up some excuse, Yes, yes, make up some excuse. Who is a lover like us? Do not break the heart quite this much now, Do not break the heart quite this much now. When beauty was veiled in modesty, Love was the adornment of heart’s blood. When beauty became a flowing Ganges, Love became a paper boat. How many nights passed all night long, Lord Heart, come to your senses now.

💡 Meaning & story

Composed by Mohammad Farooq written by Ibn-E-Safi 1928 -1980 Explanation and Meaning of the Ghazal • Indifference and the desire for belonging: Addressing the beloved, the poet says that although there is no formal bond of love between you, still there must be some sort of connection or attachment. If you do not consider me your friend, at least forge some relationship of enmity so that some link with you is established on one pretext or another. • The status of the heart: The poet describes the heart as a toy that the accidents of fate have handed to him. He tells the beloved that this is a plaything for you; whether you play with it or break it, at least it serves to amuse you. • Mention of rivals and the complaint: With irony and longing, the poet says that yesterday you were sitting in the gathering of strangers (rivals) and were visible to all. Now, concoct some excuse or pretext and offer an explanation for this. • The boundless desire of love: The poet makes his beloved realize that there is no one else in this world who desires you the way I do. Therefore, do not be so cruel and do not hurt my heart any further. • The comparison of beauty and love: Comparing the past and the present, the poet says that when beauty was veiled and intoxicated with modesty, love would become the blood of the heart to enhance its beauty and color. But now the times have changed; beauty has become a flowing Ganges (where everyone has access) and love is like a paper boat that can sink at any moment. • Advice and return to sanity: In the final verse of the ghazal, addressing his uncontrollable heart, the poet says that the nights have passed and all the agonies of love have been endured; now, O heart! Come to your senses and understand the reality of this sorrowful world.