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उस शाम वो रूख़्सत का समाँ याद रहेगा

Us Shaam Vo Rukhsat Ka Samaan Yaad Rahega

Ibn-e-Insha
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उस शाम वो रूख़्सत का समाँ याद रहेगा वो शहर वो कूचा वो मकाँ याद रहेगा

वो टीस कि उभरी थी इधर याद रहेगी वो दर्द कि उट्ठा था यहाँ याद रहेगा

हम शौक़ के शोले की लपक भूल भी जाएँ वो शम-ए-फ़सुर्दा का धुआँ याद रहेगा

हाँ बज़्म-ए-शबाना में हमा शौक़ जो उस दिन हम थे तिरी जानिब निगराँ याद रहेगा

कुछ ‘मीर’ के अबयात थे कुछ ‘फ़ैज़’ के मिसरे इक दर्द का था जिन में बयाँ याद रहेगा

आँखों में सुलगती हुई वहशत के जिलू में वो हैरत ओ हसरत का जहाँ याद रहेगा

जाँ-बख़्श सी उस बर्ग-ए-गुल-ए-तर की तरावत वो लम्स अज़ीज़-ए-दो-जहाँ याद रहेगा

हम भूल सके हैं न तुझे भूल सकेंगे तू याद रहेगा हमें हाँ याद रहेगा

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Ibn-e-Insha

The Poet

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Ibn-e-Insha

1927 · 1978

Sher Muhammad Khan, immortalized under the pen name Ibn-e-Insha, was a literary wanderer who observed the world with a brilliant mix of deep melancholy and razor sharp wit. Born in 1927 in the Jalandhar district of Punjab, he migrated to Pakistan and became one of the most beloved Urdu poets and travelogue writers of his generation. His most famous ghazal Insha Ji Utho Ab Kooch Karo carries an overwhelming sense of world weariness and final departure, sung beautifully by generations of classical vocalists. Yet, alongside this intense sorrow, he authored travelogues filled with hilarious, biting satire that dissected human follies across the globe. He served in the United Nations, traveling extensively before his premature death in London in 1978. He remains the poet of the restless soul, wrapping profound existential grief inside breathtaking lyrical beauty.

Stolen Interview

Paired Painting

Stolen Interview

This intimate masterwork captures a moment of quiet, stolen connection that resonates across time. Raja Ravi Varma, a visionary who bridged the gap between Western academic technique and the delicate soul of Indian domesticity, here portrays a scene of restrained longing. A woman, draped in a graceful saree, examines a delicate flower, her gaze cast downward in a contemplative gesture that shields her inner world, while a gentleman waits nearby, his posture suggesting a blend of patience, devotion, and perhaps the bittersweet ache of a forbidden or secret conversation. The soft lighting and the monumental column between them serve to amplify the stillness of the atmosphere, making the viewer feel as though they have happened upon a fleeting secret preserved in oil and pigment.

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