wo ajib shakhs tha bhid mein jo nazar mein aise utar gaya
jise dekh kar mere hont par mera apna sher thahar gaya

he was a strange man who caught my eye in the crowd
seeing him, the sher that was on my lips got stilled

kai sher us ki nigah se mere rukh pe aa ke ghazal bane
wo nirala tarz-e-payam tha jo sukhan ki had se guzar gaya

travelling from his eyes to my face many shers became ghazal
this unique way of sending messages crossed the bounds of poetry

wo har ek lafz mein chand tha wo har ek harf mein nur tha
wo chamakte misron ka aks tha jo ghazal mein khud hi sanwar gaya

in every word a moon, in every letter an illumination
his reflection of radiant lines bedecked the ghazal on its own

jo likhun to nok-e-qalam pe wo jo padhun to nok-e-zaban pe wo
mera zauq bhi mera shauq bhi mere sath sath nikhar gaya

he is on the nib of my pen when i write, on the tip of my tongue when i read
my interests and my passions too have flowered along with me

ho tadap to dil mein ghazal bane ho milan to git hun pyar ke
han ajib shakhs tha 'indira' jo sikha ke aise hunar gaya

the ghazal is wrought in the heart's agony, union brings songs of love
he was a strange man indira, who taught me these strange skills