Dil Me Chubhti Hai

Not every ghazal starts with ink—some begin as an ache that refuses to be ignored.

This ghazal was born from a quiet but disturbing realization — that the darkness surrounding some lives does not suddenly appear in adulthood; it slowly grows from childhood. As I began reflecting on this thought, memories of children on the streets kept returning to me. Children who should be learning innocence are instead taught survival — how to lie, how to beg, how to earn sympathy from strangers to bring back a few coins.

What begins as helplessness slowly becomes a habit. What begins as innocence slowly becomes identity.

Over time, the same child grows into a young man shaped by the cruelty of his surroundings. By then, society — which partly created this reality — often refuses to accept him. The world starts drawing lines: between the “cultured” and the “uncultured,” between what is acceptable and what must be pushed away. These divisions quietly deepen the darkness.

Those who grow up outside the boundaries of so-called culture often find themselves treated like outsiders in their own world. The further they try to move toward light, the more they seem trapped in the shadow of their past.

While writing this ghazal, I imagined such a young man standing at a moment of realization — looking back at his childhood, understanding how he arrived here, yet feeling powerless to escape the darkness surrounding him. Somewhere inside him, there is still a quiet hope, a wait for a light strong enough to break through the clouds that have followed him for years.

This ghazal is not only about despair. It is about reflection. About how a journey begins long before we realize where it might lead.

And sometimes, about how even in the deepest darkness, the human heart continues to wait for light.

This ghazal found its voice through the people who gave it life...

✨ Credits
Lyrics & Composition: Kiran Kumar Singh
Vocals: Arshad Khan
Artwork: Srinivas Mohan