Today, it rained in the evening. These winter rains bring down the alarming pollution levels of this metropolis. I hear that the emergency level restrictions are therefore revoked from today.
Though the air around the environment might have cleared up, this rain again triggers something melancholic within me. I do not know what, but there is something. Also it makes me feel cold and lazy.
Also, in these situations suddenly a JS/CS mood triggers in. It is said that music binds with one's memory. When the music is played back, the memories also playback. This is amazing feeling. We feel nostalgic, yet the memories are most of the time sweet and soothing.
Today, it is, Jigar Moradabadi.
आँखों का था क़ुसूर न दिल का क़ुसूर था,
आया जो मेरे सामने मेरा ग़ुरूर था.
जिस दिल को तुम ने लुत्फ़ से अपना बना लिया,
उस दिल में इक छुपा हुआ नश्तर ज़रूर था.
The ghazal is a 14 syllable meter, named: muzaari musamman akhrab makfuuf mahzuuf, syllable pattern: = = - / = - = - / - = = - / = - =
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