Archive for January 2017
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That land awfully upsets me where;
People hate the ones in dreams, but
Bow down heads as the dawn breaks
Unruliness is the standard of the day
Wealth’s supreme; its faith and belief
That land awfully upsets me where;
The scholar conjoins with the sham
Where pretenders perform as creative
The artist rambles with a suffered heart
The poet is heartbroken and speechless;
The songster sings to please sovereigns
That land awfully upsets me where;
Where the thorns prick and pang flowers
Where the valiant silently stay indoors
Where cattle graze grass in institutes
Wise having wisdom remain confound
That land awfully upsets me where;
Where riches sponsors love in the bazaar
A woman’s vanity is disgraced in the bazaar
Where children aware of all torment
Children well abreast of harsh labor
That land awfully upsets me where;
Where verdict of caste and color sways
The Ruler overrules law court and sway
A common man has no share no right no say
Where justice is as time and need of the day
That land awfully upsets me where;
Where treasury is full; loaded with credits
Every sector’s controlled by the foreign master
Gunpowder smell suffocates the environment
Where a man feels scared to go out to wander
That land awfully upsets me where;
Where all decisions are taken abroad
Poverty is reaching beyond the limit
Where delight and power restrain senses
They forget that every action has a reaction
That land awfully upsets me where;
O my dear Penner!
Posted on: January 27, 2017
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O, my dear Penner!
Just think for a moment ——
How the lawmaker make rules
The way they propose the rules
Sunburns on hungry and deprived
sun crackles the poor and deprived
The wretched fights the laws imposed
So criminal’s nagged and imprisoned
O, my dear Penner!
Just think for a moment———-
It’s amazing, hope brings mortality
It’s your worth; the sweat of tough labor
The thriving fields convey the message
The old farmer is merely a bystander
O, my dear Penner!
Just think for a moment———-
Dreariness placed flowers of hopes
Delight assured of dreams and hopes
Hands wounded, blood drips, of labor
Even then disgrace shame and dishonor
O, my dear Penner!
Just think for a moment———-
An image that’s not being envisioned yet
It needs colored attire from thou O! Painter
The instruments reserve melodic sounds
O, singer, wanted thy melodic sweet sound
O, my dear Penner!
Just think for a moment———-
agony and anguish persist of centuries
eyes weep for last so many centuries
O, my dear Penner!
Just think for a moment———-
Why do lagoons flow towards the ocean
What’s motive, just to see your splendor?
Eyes stare, lookout and then downhearted
O, my dear Penner!
Just think for a moment———-
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Soil emits fragrance
Posted on: January 26, 2017
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- Soil emits fragrance
During this monsoon
Thus the birds rejoice
…….
- Rain pours down
Every instant in the heart
It’s thou who enlivens
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- Soggy wet are eyes
See splish-splash around
The weather moist damp
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- River’s furious
As heart softens
Mountain mourns
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- A lamp was lit for long
Beyond the mountain
The beloved didn’t come
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- Wintry cold nights
Needy searches around
For comfort and warmth
Celestial ambiance!
Posted on: January 25, 2017
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Singing songs he’s lost self in dreams
He has silenced! The traveler of dreams
Stunned in musical tools; The Belle, dancing
She’s lost in ecstasy; she’s stopped dancing!
The shining stars and metaphors fascination
Have faded away and lost their captivation
Silence is ecstatic, and silence is deceptive
The being made of dust returned to dust
Whatever’s made of light subsists in light
Its celestial ambiance!
If desires perish so does fear
Posted on: January 24, 2017
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1. If desires perish so does fear and heart’s calm
One who is free of wants is as king of all realms
Chaah miti, chinta miti, manwa beparwaah
Jisko kuch nahi chahiye, woh Shahenshah
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2. To get big honors is not worth as tree of dates
As no shed for traveler and out of reach of dates
Bada hua to kya hua jaisay paid khajoor,
Panthi ko chhaya nahin, phal laagen ati door.
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3.What’s to be done tomorrow, do it today or do now?
If time’s wasted; when will you get it done and how
Kaal karay so aaj kar, aaj karay so ab,
Pal mein pralay hogayi, bahuri karogay kab
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4. Kabir’s light wept, seeing grindstone crush
Between two stones nothing rests uncrushed
Chalti chakki dekh kay diya Kabira roay
Doi paatan kay beech mein sabut bacha na koay
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5. When I wandered to find evil, found none
When examined myself, it was me, the one
Bura jo dekahn mein chala, bura na milya koi,
Jo mun khoja aapna to mujh say bura na koi
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6.Standing in a bazaar, Kabir wishes all well
It’s not enmity nor amity, just wishing well
Kabira Khada bazaar mein maange sub ki khair
Na kahu say dosti na kahu say bair.
Through his open eyes, a dream peeps
Is he awake? Or is he somewhat asleep
Though in wet forest of thy fondness
Like a peacock, my body heartily dances
Why won’t he know me in any condition?
Although he knows all of my situations
However, I’m in his reach now right away
Yet he wishes my will to be with anyway
He’s lost in someone’s remembrance
Makes excuses to dodge me thence
Have to walk leaving boulevard away
As my home is on the muddy pathway
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khulī āñkhoñ meñ sapnā jhāñktā hai
vo soyā hai ki kuchh kuchh jāgtā hai
tirī chāhat ke bhīge jañgaloñ meñ
mirā tan mor ban kar nāchtā hai
mujhe har kaifiyat meñ kyuuñ na samjhe
vo mere sab havāle jāntā hai
maiñ us kī dastaras meñ huuñ magar vo
mujhe merī razā se māñgtā hai
kisī ke dhyān meñ Duubā huā dil
bahāne se mujhe bhī Tāltā hai
saḌak ko chhoḌ kar chalnā paḌegā
ki mere ghar kā kachchā rāsta hai
Perveen Shakir
Why have you been constantly smiling?
What’s the despair that you are veiling?
Having wet eyes and a smile on your face
What’s fact that you’re showing on the face?
The tears you sustain now with such patience
Will turn into venom if bear so much patience
Time has healed your wounds with resilience
Why are you scratching those with touchiness?
Destiny is the game of unreliable phase of life
You’re being beaten by the passing time of life
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tum itnā jo muskurā rahe ho
kyā ġham hai jis ko chhupā rahe ho
āñkhoñ meñ namī hañsī laboñ par
kyā haal hai kyā dikhā rahe ho
ban jā.eñge zahr piite piite
ye ashk jo piite jā rahe ho
jin zaḳhmoñ ko vaqt bhar chalā hai
tum kyuuñ unheñ chheḌe jā rahe ho
rekhāoñ kā khel hai muqaddar
rekhāoñ se maat khā rahe ho
The birds may not have squealed for no reason
Someone from city may have come for treason
Tree cutters would be aware of consequences
Bodies will burn in the sun if no shade resilience
Blooming spring’s founder didn’t even assume
Who let thorns to pierce into blood in volume?
A cheery chirpy bird sitting on the electric wire
Considers jungle to be of someone else’s pier
Flying from the jungle the terrified thirsty birds
Appeared every mirage as an ocean to the birds
Urdu Poetry: Kaifi Azmi
Translator: Tanveer Rauf
شور یوں ہی نہ پرندوں نے مچایا ہو گا
کوئی جنگل کی طرف شہر سے آیا ہو گا
پیڑ کے کاٹنے والوں کو یہ معلوم نہ تھا
جسم جل جائیں گے جب سر پہ نہ سایہ ہو گا
بانی ِ جشن ِ بہاراں نے یہ سوچا بھی نہیں
کس نے کانٹوں کو لہو اپنا پلایا ہو گا
بجلی کے تار پہ بیٹھا ہوا ہنستا پنچھی
سوچتا ہے کہ وہ جنگل تو پیارا ہو گا
اپنے جنگل سے جو گھبرا کے اڑے تھے پیاسے
ہر سراب ان کو سمندر نظر آیا ہو گا
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shor yūñhī na parindoñ ne machāyā hogā
koī jañgal kī taraf shahr se aayā hogā
peḌ ke kāTne vāloñ ko ye mālūm to thā
jism jal jā.eñge jab sar pe na saaya hogā
bānī-e-jashn-e-bahārāñ ne ye sochā bhī nahīñ
kis ne kāñToñ ko lahū apnā pilāyā hogā
bijlī ke taar pe baiThā huā hañstā panchhī
sochtā hai ki vo jañgal to parāyā hogā
apne jañgal se jo ghabrā ke uḌe the pyāse
har sarāb un ko samundar nazar aayā hogā
Tanveer Rauf
A Great artist
Posted on: January 16, 2017
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He’s very concerned of poor children
Starving, fading and dying children
Thus he travels far and wide for them
Then takes images of their melancholy
To display in most expensive hotels
To sell those photos to fine art lovers
Who consume food like monsters!
عظیم فن کار
ہ ہ ہ ہ ہ ہ ہ
اسے بھوک سے مرتے
مریل بچوں کا
بہت خیال رہتا ہے
طویل سفر کرکے
ان کی تصویریں بناتا ہے
مہنگے ترین ہوٹلوں میں
نمائش کا اہتمام کرتا ہے
جہاں وہ اور اس کے
فن کے قدر دان
حیوانوں کی طرح
خوراک نگلتے ہیں.
No relationship ever remains forever
Who to nag, one doesn’t remain self ever
One then starts conversing with oneself
As he can’t live long in aloofness always
What a friend! Walks along in trying time
Moves aside when sees some relief for me
Some incidents in life do happen; though
life’s saved but the man isn’t alive though
I do sometimes go to my heart’s chamber
But no resident’s dwelling there like me
(this poetry is composed and sung by Jaswinder Singh
غزل
ہ ہ ہ
ہمیشہ تو زمانے میں کوئی رشتہ نہیں رھتا
کسی سے کیا گلہ، خود آدمی اپنا نہیں رھتا
پھر اپنے آپ سے اک گفتگو سی چل نکلتی ہے
کوئی انساں زیادہ دیر تک تنہا نہیں رھتا
عجب ساتھی ہے، دکھ کی دھوپ میں بس ساتھ چلتا ہے
کہیں سایہ ذرا آئے تو پھر سایہ نہیں رھتا
کچھ ایسےحادثے بھی زندگی میں ھوتے دیکھے ہیں
کہ انساں بچ تو جاتا ھے مگر زندہ نہیں رھتا
میں اپنے دل کے دروازے پہ اکثر اب بھی جاتا ھوں
مگر اس گھر میں اب کوئی مرے جیسا نہیں رھتا
( افتخار بخآری )
blessings for all
