Bila Unwan :)

Rivayat hai maqam-e-arsh ka eema’n dareecha hai.
Sabar ki aik kunji aur diyanat ka saleeqa hai.
Yehi aagosh mai main seekh ker tumse mukhatib hun.
Mere farzi rawayye bas tumhi ko yaad aayenge.
Zamane ke niralay rang apna rang dikhayenge.
Tumhe sab bhool jayenge.. Tumhe sab bhool jayenge..

Kabhi mehnat mushaqqat ka koi qissa baya’n hoga..
Wo apni kaahili ki daastan sabko sunayenge…
Karenge jhoot k sazish bharay qisse baya’n apnay..
Ameeron ke khazeenon pe wo apna sar jhukaenge.
Tumhari saaf goyee ko hansi mai wo urayenge..
Tumhe sab bhool Jaenge.. Tumhe sab bhool jaenge.

Amal ki aur ilm-o-hunr ki qaaim karo misaal..
Qaail karo ge unko jinhe hai nahi khayal?
Taleem ke darje pas mukammal he kiye hain.
Shayad ho tumhe qudratan is baat pe malal.
Tumhare faiz ko wo mehfilon mai chhor aayenge.
Tumhe sab bhool jayenge.. Tumhe sab bhool jayenge..

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Khalish…

Mai hasta basta aik parinda, 
Udta rehta beech hawa main, 
Subah ka sathi , shaam bita dee, 
Raat ko sota mai aghyara.
Dil tha bojhal ik din yunhi, 
Thak sa jata tha bechara.
Aik akela banjar ghar tha 
jis mai rehta tha main yaara.
Socha dhundu aisa sathi. 
Mil kar jis se ho yaarana.
Chahun usko mai jee bhar ke. 
Mera bhi ho aashiyana.
Dost mila, ghamkhwar mila,
chalte chalte yunhi ik din. 
Chehak utha mera har lamha,
Wohi bana phr mera saathi. 
Ghalti mujhse lekin hogayee ik din.
Maine usko qaid kia tha.
Maine uspe waar kia tha.
Darr tha usko mai kho dunga. 
Agli Subah jab ankh khuli. 
Ghar tha mera phir se khaali. 
Roya tha mai zaar o zaar
Samjha aakhir mai ne phir.
Wo bhi hasta basta tha.
Wo bhi aik parinda tha. 
jo urta rehta beech hawa mai.
Subha ka saathi, shaam bita di.

Zindagi…

Zindagi ke raaste…
Zindagi ke waaste…
Thehr jayen tou alag…
Chal paren tou youn milen…
Ke mukammal ho chale…
Zindagi ka yeh safar…

Waqt ke pairon tale…
mit gaya insaan bhi…
naqsh kaari haath ki…
Bas fasana hai magar…
Zindagi ke aasre ko…
Ik sahara aur de…

Shab guzari ke lye…
bas bahana hee sahi…
dhoondhta hai har bashar…
pas nahi malum ke…
Chand lamhe zindagi ke…
jo chalen us raah per…
jo ke mukhtas kee gayee hain…
Zindagi ke waaste…
Ke bane insan bhi…
Ik khalifa raat ka…

Shikwa…

Here is another piece of poetry that I wrote in 3 nights. I tried to write something different this time, perhaps giving it a touch of romanticism. I have been reading Parveen Shakir these days so it might look like bit of her influence too.

Its called..

SHIKWA!

Mujhe Maloom hai tum Be-zarar baatein nahi karte.
Tumhare geet mere aks ki roodad kehte hain.
Mujhe tum ab bhi raahon mai kaheen awaaz dete ho.
Jo mera naam lete ho..
Tou sannaata kaheen chehre pe mere aa bikharta hai..
Mujhe bas thaam leta hai..
Mujhe tum youn satane ki ziyafat kiu nahi karte..
Muhabbat kiyun nahi karte?

Mujhe maloom hai tum mehfil-e-jaanan ki ronaq ho..
Jo mujhko hai nahi manzoor..
Kisi mehfil mai jo tum bin piye behka diye jaao..
Tou mere hee tasawur se tumhe mehsoos yun hoga..
yeh mera lams , mere qurb ka labrez pemaana..
Meri khushbu tumhe tab is qadar mehsoor ker de gee.
Ke tum apne tasawur ko bhi na pehchan paao ge..
Mujhe tum dagmagane ki shararaat kiyun nahi karte..
Muhabbat kiyun nahi karte?

Kabhi mai rooth jaaun bin bataye tum se aye janaan,
Ke soz o gham se meri ankhen bhi pur-namm si ho jayen..
Tou yeh mehsoos hota hai ke tum aa ke manao ge.
Wo mera haath thamo ge, mujhe banhon mai bhar lo ge..
Magar mai naaz nakhron se tumhe pal pal satau gee..
Mai sab kuch bhool jau gee..
Jo tum shiddat se meri godh mai sar apna rakh ker yun,
Buhat ansoo bahao ge..
Mai tumse rooth jaau tou shikayat kiyun nahi karte?
Muhabbat kiyun nahi karte?

Mujhe maloom hai ke tum bare be parwah raahi ho..
Kaheen rokay nahi rukte..
Na tum ko manzilain manzoor hain na raaste manzoor.
Ajab hai daastan yeh bhi..
Tasalsul torr do is waaste ke mai behel jaau,
Zara see mai sambhal jaau..
Woh umeedain, woh ranjishain, shanasayee-o-bandishain..
jala ke mai bhi jal jaau, pighal jaau..
Mai marr jau..
Mujhe tum bhool jaane ki Himaqat kiyun nahi karte?

Muhabbat kiyun nahi kerte?
Muhabbat kiyun nahi karte? 

Haadsa…

I know I haven’t been really regular with my blog posts these days. Something or the other keeps coming up and these days I am working on updating my poetry collection that all of you shall witness soon. This piece is a recently written “Azad nazam” by me which I am uploading upon the request of a dear friend.

Its called..

HAADSA!

 

Mai aksar puchta hun, sochta hun.
Haadson ke raaston mai,
yeh thikana jo mujhe ulfat ne zaiba hai kia,
kaghzi rishton ke haathon, apne dil ka nakhuda,
morna chahun bhi tou kuch baat banti hai nahi.
Aas thamti hai nahi.
Bas wujud-e-Zaat se shikwa kiye jata hun mai.
Bas bilakte ansoun se, hasraton se, ujlaton se,
Haadsati raaston pe chal ke dekha kijye.
Haadse yaksan nahi, yaklakht badal jayen ge.
Aisa socha tha kabhi.
Ik shanaasa mera bhi ho , aab deeda , saaiban.
Manchala madhosh sa.
Haadson ke perhan pe saath dene k lye,
Wo hama tan gosh ho.
Jis ke geeton ke hon markaz wo maraasim aaj bhi,
Jin pe chal ke zindagi sab rang pheeke kar gai.
Khushyan meri aarzi , wo noor karde shoq se.
Thaam le wo, dagmagau, mai kabhi , halaat pe.
Sehem jaae wo mere jazbaat ki rou dekh ke.
Phirr se ho ik haadsa mujhko rulane ke lye.
Kapkapane ke lye.
Tujhko paane ke lye.

Raaste ka haadsa…

Iqbal Bano-the legend

Dasht-e-tanhai mai aye jaan-e-jahan larzaan hain
Teri awaz ke saaye.. Tere honton ke saraab. 

Iqbal Bano , one of the finest ghazal singers of Pakistan who made this country proud of her beautiful voice passed away 2 years back on 21st April 2009. We merely know about our people , our legends and our culture and don’t even strive to find about our history. Iqbal Bano as I know her, was really a popular singer who gave her voice to many poems of Faiz Ahmed Faiz one of which is Ham Dekhen ge. 

As a youngster belonging to 21st century, I have not witnessed listening to many of the music maestros of good old times yet I believe in the fact that Pakistan has managed to produce some good music ever since music was introduced by all the Ustaads and Mughal emperors. The purity, the dignity and simplicity that used to be in the music of 60s and 70s cannot be found today. The music used to be soulful back then and people around the globe appreciated the singing talent of Pakistan. Not only this but new artists across the border specially invited Pakistani legends to teach them the fundamentals of classical music and ghazals. Ghulam Ali, Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Ustad Amanat Ali Khan, Madam Noor Jehan , Sabri Brothers, Allan Faqir and Abida Parveen are few names that Pakistan has brought in limelight , that uplifted the image of this country worldwide.

The question arises, why am I talking about all these people who we don’t see anymore on our television screens or we don’t talk about them when it comes to Pakistan’s music industry? Well history and heritage are two things that I truly believe in. All of us know about the setbacks and hard times that Muslims had to face while being in sub-continent. Despite of all of that, they managed to establish themselves as a self made nation, a nation sending messages of love, peace, hospitality and appreciation around the world. A nation with warm hearts, a nation with colors, culture and customs of its own. A nation to be talked about! Why not spread all the colors everywhere so that this world can become a better place to live? Why not study about our history and our own people instead of admiring someone who we can’t even relate ourselves to? Why not help our own people to fight the fears and wipe the tears ?

Somewhere down the road I think that after 10-20 some years when My kids will grow up and ask me who am I and where do I belong to? I would surely look back to this blog and tell them proudly about all the great people of this country that I have written about. We may not see any Iqbal Bano in future but we can cherish the fact that Pakistan had somebody like her that nobody else has!

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DASHT-E-TANHAI.


Meri aarzoo

( A poem in Urdu, written by me, for my country men who need revolutionary literature. This is just a small effort in this regard. )

Jo main ansoo banu , matti meri zarkhez ho jaaye
Jo main paani banu, darya mere labraiz ho jaayen.

Jo main tasbeeh banu to naara-e-takbeer ho jaau
Jo main khanjar banu to ghazi ki shamsheer ho jaaye.

Jo main kirnain banu , roshan karu tareek zehnon ko,
Jo main hun ilm to har dil sar-e-taleem ho jaaye.

Jo ban jaau main khaab, tabeer uski loag hon mere,
Jo ban jaaun muhabbat, dhair yeh nafrat bhi ho jaaye.

Jo hun ik kafan , ban jaun kisi aurat ka anchal main,
Jo hun dhaaras to har sayaa dukhon ka, gham ka mit jaaye.

Jo hun eeman to khauf-e-khuda se dil ko dehla dun
Jo ibadat banu , pakeeza meri rooh ho jaaye.