#nasha
Listen to me now, oh my cup-bearer,
Help me with the wine tonight please.
Pour some wine in my empty flask,
Be that bit lavish and not stringent.
The flask gets emptied again & again,
But it is helping me forget all the pain.
Don't ask if enough and keep pouring,
Wine or whiskey it won't be mattering.
It's your face that I am taken to darling,
I remember you are the very same angel.
Hic-hic
You're my very own life, oh cup-bearer,
I now recall that this is our own house.
I trace my trembling fingers on your face,
It's blurry I feel but still I can see your eyes.
Now I am finished with binge drinking,
Would you not help me to the bathroom?
Here you help me take a luxurious bath,
You help me bathe and I love your touch.
Soft & kind you are just like your name,
Zealous management of my shaky body.
You say, "Again I won't help you with it,"
I reply, **"I will drink -hic- from your eyes."**
You are blushing to a brilliant purple red,
And it is all signs that you like my words.
After splashing my face with cool water,
To our bedroom you support me lovingly.
Here it is that you help me into the pillow,
Now even you come lie down beside me.
And you sing me the 'Whiskey Lullaby',
Lightly you brush soft hands on my eyes.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
Sasta nasha,
Sasta khumaar...
Naya maal hai,
Naya hi mazaar...
Kar loon na kya apna haal,
Ae dil-e-behayaa...
Mere dil-e-behayaa...
Tu hi bata.
Sasta nasha,
Sasta khumaar...
Soonghta hi firoon,
In rumaalon mein yoon hi...
Ya main bhool jaaun,
In wafaaon mein yoon hi...
Ek kar doon Khaana-Peena,
Khaao jo bhi mann kare ya nahin!
Sasta nasha,
Sasta khumaar...
Naya maal hai,
Naya hi mazaar...
Ae dil-e-behayaa...
Mere dil-e-behayaa...
Tu hi bata.
Peeta hi rahoon,
In gilaason mein kahin...
Ya main tujhe pilaaoon,
In maykhaano mein yoon hi...
Ek kardoon Sharma, Sharam...
Kaho yaaro kya peeyoon,
Kya nahin...
Sasta nasha,
Sasta khumaar...
Naya maal hai,
Naya hi mazaar...
Ae dil-e-behayaa...
Mere dil-e-behayaa...
Tu hi bata.
Sasta nasha,
Sasta khumaar...
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 6:19 PM UTC
Come closer to the feeling lift to carry me
Arms around a moment almost I can see,
Nasha the winds up nurtures us to sway,
Soft the clouds whisper our friend a gray,
Blessed be Yissa for the day bearing wait,
Something heavy real strains against fate
On the backs, a memory, just barely thin,
Give it a second to catch a hunger within
Slides under you your knees a little weak
The strength inside a river flows a creek--
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 8:38 AM UTC