Archive for December 2016
Everyone is busy weaving—-
Posted December 30, 2016
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خود اپنا کفن بننے پہ مامور ہے دنیا
جیتے ہیں مگر جینے کی فرصت نہیں ہوتی
1. Everyone is busy weaving own shroud in life
Though alive but no time to be vibrant in life
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ملتے ہیں ہم ان سے بھی ترے واسطے دنیا
جن سے ہمیں ملنے کی ضرورت نہیں ہوتی
2. We meet the ones as a tradition of Life
We don’t really need, seeing them in life
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آئنوں کے نگر تجھ میں رہتے ہوئے
خود کو دیکھے ہوئے اک زمانہ ہوا
3.Living all through out in city of mirrors
Been long time I saw myself in a mirror
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سمجھ جاتا ہوں لیکن دیر سے سب دائو پیچ اس کے
وہ بازی جیت لیتا ہے مرے چالاک ہونے تک
4.I realize her pricks and tricks but a bit later
She wins the triumph before I get cleverer
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آئنہ دیکھا تو اس بھول کا احساس ہوا
میں سمجھتا تھا فقط تجھ کو بھلا رکھا ہے
5.Seeing reflection in the mirror I realized
It’s not you I missed, its epoch, I realized
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کچھ ایسے حادثے بھی زندگی میں ہوتے دیکھے ہیں
کہ انساں بچ تو جاتا ہے مگر زندہ نہیں رہتا
6.Seen some incidents happen in life
A guy recovers but never alive all life
Roving in land of desires
Posted December 27, 2016
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Roving in the land of desires got me nothing
I gave nothing to anyone so I got nothing
Tw’s sheer fake that bloomed in darkness
Beyond my being, the light gave nothing
Isn’t it bounteous, am given a wish, for life?
How can I say that life gave me nothing?
All sovereigns and beggars turned to dust
Self-importance or timidity repaid nothing
It’s known that agony of parting is ecstatic
Your Amity left no scars no pain, nothing
in memory of Army Public School’s students and teachers brutally martyred two years back on 16th December
WHICH SKY DOES GOD LIVE!
Often in news papers
When I see the blood tinges dancing in words
Early in the morning——-can’t resist to ponder
Which sky does God Live?
I ask myself
I ask everyone
A deep silence
Mocks me
But today——
Seeing so many flowers laid in coffins
I realized dripping of blood’s worth —–
Blossoming roses and their dearth
A nightingale’s melancholy chant
A cuckoo’s disheartening chant
I realized then———
Which sky the God lives
Now I don’t ask any one
Which sky does God live
Dear children
Posted December 17, 2016
on:Dear children,
Let me share with you my dear ones what I see around me everywhere and feel.
You all our are new and precious generation and our hope for better inshaAllah
We the elders and oldies are proud of each one of you. Allah has blessed us with you the adorable
But what disturbs me is the lifestyle followed L no proper eating, no rest, and no comfortable sound sleep. I see children play games on the computer or study at night.
Sleep is food for the brain. During sleep, important body functions and brain activity occur. When we sleep the brain strengthens the neural pathways that cement the learning that took place that day.
When a smartphone is left on a bedside its buzzing interrupts the sleep
Our body needs balance. A balanced flow of energy, neither too much nor too little for good health. Islam also emphasizes; middle way or moderation in all things.
Not getting enough sleep can:
- Limit your ability to learn, listen, concentrate and solve problems. You may even forget important information like names, numbers.
- Lack of sleep can contribute to acne and other skin problems
- Decide what you need to change to get enough sleep to stay healthy, happy, and smart!
- Naps can help pick you up and make you work more efficiently if you plan them right.
- Make your room a sleep haven.
- Let in bright light in the morning to signal your body to wake up.
- No pills, vitamins, or drinks can replace good sleep
- About 1400 years ago, Muhammad (Sallallaho alaihe wassallam) stressed the importance of sleep for good health
Remove all technological devices after dinner
Love each one more than before
Don’t mind what I have written. Just give it a thought and do what suits you
Wishing you a glorious future with good health Ameen
Yours Anno dadi
Being captive of faith
Posted December 16, 2016
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Being captive of faith disprove to be free
I’m no one’s beloved, who cares to be by me
Forget excuses, cupbearer; cup isn’t my intent
Least anxious of bar, Love’s wine is my intent,
People stone me thinking me as a nutty nut
Saints and Sufi dislike me, say I’m lunatic
Strolled bare footed all life in deserted lands
Dislike comfort, why to stop and stay in land
How far will shadow track, it’ll halt one day
It will then realize we are mortal! One day
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شہرِ وفا کے ہم قیدی رہائی ہم کو مطلوب نہیں۔
ہم سے کسی کو لینا کیا کسی کے ہم محبوب نہیں۔
یہ تاویلیں چھوڑو ساقی ساغر سے ہمیں مطلب کیا
شرابِ عشق جاگیر ہماری میخانہ ہمیں مرغوب نہیں
لوگ ہمیں پتھر ماریں پاگل سمجھیں دیوانہ کہ کر
صوفی صفا ہم سے نالاں کہتے ہیں تو مجذوب نہیں
جیون بھر ہم آبلہ پا مستِ سفر دشت و صحراء
تھک کر بیٹھیں آخر کیوں راحت ہمیں مطلوب نہیں
سایہ کب تک ساتھ رھے گا ایک دن تویہ ٹھہرے گا
اس دن پھر یہ مانے گا کہ دائم ہم منسوب نہیں
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I’m like commodities placed in bazaar
Every one glances as customer in bazaar
In place of such thirsting it would be a bliss
To get a glass of wine as unexpected bliss
Beloved is somewhere else yet the heart,
I feel her presence around; and not apart
Love’s path is humble and straight though
But now curved like beloved’s hair though
Beware! Don’t follow bygone people blindly
Every step every hitch elevates you slightly
Passionate love is exposed now after so long
The heart’s joyous and flushed after so long
Majruh! They’re writing names of the lovers
I’m also waiting in a queue of the lovers
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ham haiñ mata-e-kūcha-o-bāzār kī tarah
uThtī hai har nigāh ḳharīdār kī tarah
is kū-e-tishnagī meñ bahut hai ki ek jaam
haath aa gayā hai daulat-e-bedār kī tarah
vo to kahīñ hai aur magar dil ke ās-pās
phirtī hai koī shai nigah-e-yār kī tarah
sīdhī hai rāh-e-shauq pe yūñhī kahīñ kahīñ
ḳham ho ga.ī hai gesū-e-dildār kī tarah
be-tesha-e-nazar na chalo rāh-e-raftagāñ
har naqsh-e-pā buland hai dīvār kī tarah
ab jā ke kuchh khulā hunar-e-nāḳhūn-e-junūñ
zaḳhm-e-jigar hue lab-o-ruḳhsār kī tarah
‘majrūh’ likh rahe haiñ vo ahl-e-vafā kā naam
ham bhī khaḌe hue haiñ gunahgār kī tarah
As love’s marvel unveiled,
Posted December 11, 2016
on:- In: Poetry
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As love’s marvel unveiled, passion and love perished
You lived nor did I exist, only unawareness subsisted
King of ecstasy in trance gave me an attire of nudity
Wasn’t fretful of sewing or cloaking of love’s dignity
The invisible breeze burnt all the evident’ fascinations
Yet a twig of gloom known heart remained a fascination
Whom to complain the oblivious glance of beloved
Yen for hundred liquor cups endured in heart beloved
Was a weird instant when I learned lessons of love?
Book of intellects remained in a niche, ruled love!
Influence of thy wondrous love was so influential
Mirror got misty and beloved no more influential
The fire of love turned Siraj the ignorant; into ashes
No fear, no regrets, no danger, just ruins of flashes
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ḳhabar-e-tahayyur-e-ishq sun na junūñ rahā na parī rahī
na to tū rahā na to maiñ rahā jo rahī so be-ḳhabarī rahī
shah-e-be-ḳhudī ne atā kiyā mujhe ab libās-e-barahnagī
na ḳhirad kī baḳhiya-garī rahī na junūñ kī parda-darī rahī
kabhī samt-e-ġhaib siiñ kyā havā ki chaman zuhūr kā jal gayā
magar ek shāḳh-e-nihāl-e-ġham jise dil kaho so harī rahī
nazar-e-taġhāful-e-yār kā gila kis zabāñ siiñ bayāñ karūñ
ki sharāb-e-sad-qadah aarzū ḳhum-e-dil meñ thī so bharī rahī
vo ajab ghaḌī thī maiñ jis ghaḌī liyā dars nusḳha-e-ishq kā
ki kitāb aql kī taaq par juuñ dharī thī tyuuñ hī dharī rahī
tire josh-e-hairat-e-husn kā asar is qadar siiñ yahāñ huā
ki na ā.īne meñ rahī jilā na parī kuuñ jalvagarī rahī
kiyā ḳhaak ātish-e-ishq ne dil-e-be-navā-e-‘sirāj’ kuuñ
na ḳhatar rahā na hazar rahā magar ek be-ḳhatarī rahī
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