Posts Tagged ‘blossoms’
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Lovely belle! Chant me the same song
Singer who sang in the lanes; that song
O Belle! To grasp and get thy chanting
One slips in Heart River for swimming
I now realize the gloom in thy songs
I’ve sensed awful furtive in thy songs
Life and lit lamps passed away swiftly
Lovely belle! Sing me the same melody
My garden was famous for blossoms
Birds tweeted in my patio of blossoms
My trees stood firm in violent winds
Clouds poured rain; flew with winds
Lovely belle! Chant me the same song
I’ve seen the river reversion back now
I’ve seen leisurely melting of dew now
I’ve seen the brutality of fire worship
A rising flame changed to smoke to whip
Soothe my heart’s wound with my verve
A life’s tiresome journey gives me verve
It’s last night; I’m a traveler, will go away
Lovely belle! Chant me the same song
Singer who sang in the lanes; that song
Suhail Ahmed
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Someone’s silently saunter!
Posted on: January 11, 2017
- In: Poetry
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As the Weather’s now changing
Such as spinning wheel’s moving
Autumn leaves all over scattering
As if on our heads sky’s juddering
Let’s all to the skies go sauntering
Blue sky is hence looks fascinating
Why the nights are that wakeful
Whose love keeping me wakeful?
Yellow blossoms are nowhere seen
Time’s habitually changes unseen
The heart rhythms in its chamber
As if someone’s silently saunter
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Blooming buds or May it be gale or you
There be sound in night’s silence though
Body emits a fresh dewy blossom’s scent
As someone left, leaving behind her scent
Speak softly! The world’s all ears to hear
Come closer, someone may not be all ears
Beaming blushing and the same elegance
As if you met me earlier in same elegance
Heart beats in night’s silence seems a bawl
Someone’s banging his head against a wall
How can anyone know what you’re for me?
You are my esteem, my light and my delight
Searching my love in your eyes’ reflection
As though thy heart beats boom my passion
That much ignorance in love isn’t good dear
What if I also ignore you like you; my dear
I twinkle in sand particles as stars you know
If you ever descend from heavens you know
Pandit Hari Chand Akhtar Hoshyarpuri
کلّیوں کا تبسّم ہو، کہ تم ہو، کہ صَبا ہو
اِس رات کے سنّاٹے میں، کوئی تو صدا ہو
یُوں جسم مہکتا ہے ہَوائے گُلِ تر سے !
جیسے کوئی پہلوُ سے ابھی اُٹھ کے گیا ہو
دُنیا ہَمہ تن گوش ہے، آہستہ سے بولو
کچھ اور قریب آؤ ، کوئی سُن نہ رہا ہو
یہ رنگ، یہ اندازِ نوازش تو وہی ہے
شاید کہ کہیں پہلے بھی توُ مجھ سے مِلا ہو
یوں رات کو ہوتا ہے گُماں دِل کی صدا پر
جیسے کوئی دِیوار سے سر پھوڑ رہا ہو
دُنیا کو خبر کیا ہے مِرے ذوقِ نظر کی
تم میرے لیے رنگ ہو، خوشبو ہو، ضیا ہو
یُوں تیری نِگاہوں میں اثر ڈُھونڈ رہا ہُوں
جیسے کہ تجھے دِل کے دَھڑکنے کا پتا ہو
اِس درجہ محبّت میں تغافل نہیں اچھّا
ہم بھی جو کبھی تم سے گُریزاں ہوں تو کیا ہو
ہم خاک کے ذرّوں میں ہیں اختر بھی، گُہر بھی
تم بامِ فلک سے، کبھی اُترو تو پتا ہو
پنڈت ہری چند اختر ہوشیارپوری
- In: Poetry
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Should I see you, think of you, or simply write about you?
I just can’t think of what to write concerning you,
Do I write the effect your heart has through my eyes,
Or a poem, a sonnet, or a melodic song,
The rains sprays, breeze scented with floral blossoms,
The atmosphere allures if I write words for you,
Lightning and thunder rumble all over the clouds,
Should I write about thunder, lightning and dark clouds?
If you raise your eyes, my delight rises, Anwar
If you unfasten your hair, I’ll write about the black clouds
Mawlana Rumi
Posted on: November 1, 2013
My heart, sit only with those
who know and understand you.
Sit only under a tree
that is full of blossoms.
In the bazaar of herbs and potions
don’t wander aimlessly
find the shop with a potion that is sweet
If you don’t have a measure
people will rob you in no time.
You will take counterfeit coins
thinking they are real.
Don’t fill your bowl with food from
every boiling pot you see.
Not every joke is humorous, so don’t search
for meaning where there isn’t one.
Not every eye can see,
not every sea is full of pearls.
My hart, sing the song of longing
like nightingale.
The sound of your voice casts a spell
on every stone, on every thorn.
First, lay down your head
then one by one
let go of all distractions.
Embrace the light and let it guide you
beyond the winds of desire.
There you will find a spring and nourished by its see waters
like a tree you will bear fruit forever.
Rumi
blessings for all
