Main pal do pal ka shayar hoon one of the many gems by Saahir Ludhiyanvi jee.
Kal nayi kopalein phootengi, kal naye phool muskayenge
aur nayi ghaas ke naye farsh par, naye paanv ithlayenge
wo mere beech nahi aaye, main unke beech mein kyun aaoon
unki subahon aur shaamon ka main ek bhi lamha kyun paaoon
There will be new buds blossoming tomorrow, and new flowers will smile
There will be new grass on a fresh ground, over which new feet will swagger around
They never came and disturbed me, how can I go disturb them
Why should I get to spend even a moment of their mornings and evenings
Main pal do pal ka shayar hoon, pal do pal meri kahaani hai
pal do pal meri hasti hai, pal do pal meri jawaani hai
I am a poet only for a moment or two, and my story only will last only as long as the moment
My personality and my youth are also here only for a moment or two.
Mujhse pehle kitne shayar aaye aur aakar chale gaye
Kuch aanhein bhar kar laut gaye, kuch nagmein gaakar chale gaye
Wo bhi ek pal ka kissa the, main bhi ek pal ka kissa hoon
Kal tumse juda ho jaunga, wo aaj tumhara hissa hoon
There have been many poets in the past who came and left
Some indulged in sadness and left, some sang a few songs as they passed
They were also here only for a moment, and it goes the same way for me
I will have to part with you tomorrow, though I am a part of your present today.
Kal aur aayenge nagmon ki khilti kaliyaan chunne waale
mujhse behtar kehne waale, tumse behtar sunne waale
kal koi mujhko yaad kare, kyun koi mujhko yaad kare
mashroof zamaana mere liye kyun waqt apna bardbaad kare
There will be more (like me) who will pick blossoming songs (like one picks buds from a garden)
There will be better narrators than me and better listeners than you
Wish someone remembers me in the days to come,
But why should anyone remember me in the days to come
Why should this busy world waste its time on me.
This is one of those songs that I can listen to at any hour of the day. I like how this song goes beyond the happiness, the sadness and all other emotions. It talks more about the transience of those emotions, the temporariness of everything in life, the ephemerality of life itself. That is the truth isn’t it, that our life, sixty, seventy, eighty I don’t know how many years, at the end of the day is just a moment in the timeline of existence. We live, create a few memories, share a few stories, write some, read some, pass some on and then we die. We may be remembered by the people we met for a generation or two and then we will all be forgotten. The way the world is shaping up, with busy stressful schedules, it is hard to spend a moment remembering those who are alive forget those who are gone forever.
It is always education, job, elections, politics, movies, food, hobbies and if you are the emotional kind, its about friends, loved ones, a family that took care of you, a family that you will take care of, all the people you shared your lives with, all the places you went to. But do you realize everything starts with you, becomes a memory, probably shared with a few, and then one day it just ends with you and with those who shared it.
Yea a very pessimistic way of looking at life may be, but that is all there is to it :) At the end of the day nothing matters, nothing really matters. Just one of those days, one of those moods.