इंसां जहां सो जाए थक कर दो घड़ी वहीँ घर है
वो जगह जहां ग़म भुला दे जहाँ के वही बार है
एहसान तुम्हारा है कि तुमने मेरा घर बसाया है
खुदी को भूल कर मुझे जीना उस ने सिखाया है
घर ज़िंदाबाद बार ज़िंदाबाद घरबार ज़िंदाबाद

Home. Bar. And the One Who Gave Me Both

A home is not a place —
it’s wherever a tired soul
finds a pillow for two hours.

And a bar?
It’s wherever sorrow
is gently made to forget itself.

If I have one thing to thank you for,
it’s this:

You built me a home
when I was just rubble and noise.

You taught me to live
not by loving myself —
but by being loved
by someone who forgot themselves for me.

Long live home.
Long live bars.
Long live the beautiful mess
of having both.