Posts Tagged ‘breeze’
A doleful poem
Posted January 17, 2018
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His flute’s cheerless symphony
Is heart piercing melancholy!
I feel as if flowers forgot to glow
Rivers forgot to flow
Breeze forgot to blow
The evening! Sensed its rhythm
And I; like a pearl in the shell
Remained silent and still
ایک اُداس نظم
اُ س کی اُداس بانسری
دِلوں کے آرپار بجتی ہے
تو مجھے یوں لگتا ہے
جیسے ہوا چلنا،
دریا بہنا، پھول کھلنا
بھول گئے ہوں
اور شام
شام تو اُس کی اُداس دُھن پر
سر دُھنتی رہ گئی ہو
اور میں
میں تو جیسے گھونگھے کے اندر سیپ
اور سیپ کے اندر موتی
ساکت و جامد!
نجمہ منصور
How come such bells toll in the breeze?
Say! Whose rhythm adhere the breeze?
Who has stars adorned in her tresses?
Why lights gleam in clouds, as in tresses
Why does breeze carry robe of fragrance
Who’s dancing today in cosmic ambiance?
Who’s soothing musical love notes about?
Who is singing pleasantly in milieu about!
Where do tinkling and jingles come from!
In whose feet anklets restive and edgy form
Which fairy is engulfed in this silky soft body!
Who dwells in attire of silky and soft body!
Who has embellished way with flora for me?
Who has bestowed dreams in my eyes for me?
This fabulous city’s been hoisted with love Najmi
I’m engulfed warmly in arms of truthfulness
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یہ کیسی گھنٹیاں بجتی ہیں ان ہواؤں میں
کہو یہ کس کا ترنّم ہے ان فضاؤں میں
یہ کس کی زُلف کے آنچل میں ہیں ستارے سے
یہ بجلیاں سی چمکتی ہیں کیوں گھٹا ؤں میں
نسیم لے کے چلی کیوں یہ خلعتِ خوشبو
یہ کون آج ہے رقصاں کہیں خلاؤں میں
یہ آج کس نے بکھیرے ہیں سُر محبّت کے
ہے کون نغمہ سرا دل نشیں نواؤں میں
یہ گھنگروؤں کی چھم چھم کہاں سے آتی ہے
مچل رہی ہے یہ پازیب کس کے پاؤں میں
یہ مرمریں سا بدن کس پری نے پہنا ہے
ہے کون نازنیں اس پیرہن کی چھاؤں میں
گلوں سے کس نے سجائی ہے رہ گزر میری
یہ خواب کس نے اتارے مری نگاہوں میں
یہ شہرِ قاف بسایا ہے عشق نے نجمی
سمیٹ رکھّا ہے مجھ کو وفا نے بانہوں میں
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الحاج نجمی کراچی پاکستان
Breeze, waves, clouds is my verse
Every manner of time is my verse
Days’ hustle and bustle is my glee
Melodious evening is my verse
What you whispered, I noted down
Hence I shaped my amiable verse
My words go after your through-way
My canto’s way to thy through-way
It shatters and scatters sorrowfully
Simply like reflection of my verse
Rational and luminous are my words
Right is integrity; adheres my verse
Me being lonesome in massive crowd
My solitary friend is though my verse
My vision my concept are very elevated
My mother’s prayers elevated my verse
If thou beginning of divine of radiance
My verse is at its pinnacle of brilliance
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Fatima Hassan
Posted October 9, 2017
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What is there of one who doesn’t value
What’s there to say! Who doesn’t value reunion?
Perceiving with my eyes open, that dream!
Doesn’t agree; Reunion was merely a dream!
I helped him achieve victory on every stage
My patience which he didn’t value was my defeat
Night’s breeze would have kept him awake
Why the previous night kept me all night awake
He has well thought-out some of poetry
He, doesn’t realize poetry is only a tradition of love
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kyā kahūñ us se ki jo baat samajhtā hī nahīñ
vo to milne ko mulāqāt samajhtā hī nahīñ
ham ne dekhā hai faqat ḳhvāb khulī āñkhoñ se
ḳhvāb thī vasl kī vo raat samajhtā hī nahīñ
maiñ ne pahuñchāyā use jiit ke har ḳhāne meñ
merī baazī thī mirī maat samajhtā hī nahīñ
raat purvā.ī ne us ko bhī jagāyā hogā
raat kyuuñ kaT na sakī raat samajhtā hī nahīñ
shā.erī kā koī andāz samajhtā hai inheñ
vo mohabbat kī rivāyāt samajhtā hī nahīñ
As love’s marvel unveiled,
Posted December 11, 2016
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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
It will enlighten your heart
Posted September 16, 2015
on:How the night passes and the dawn lighten
It rains and how it makes sound
Rain drops fall on trees create melody
The breeze that touches the face
How it feels, ears sense the lovely music
The ambiance and all sounds feel good
How these mesmerize filling the heart
Have seen this, entire do you hear it too
Do feel it sincerely and heartily
Peep and take a glance happily
Then it will rain,
Rain drops will fall on thy heart
The gentle breeze touching your face
Will soothe your soul
Then you will hear melodic music
It will enlighten your heart
Do ever listen to your heart and peep deep inside
Titu in Train
Posted October 12, 2014
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“Hey Titu, what on earth are you doing here?” asked Aunt Fox. “Do you know how far you are from the place where your mother Titu is?”
Aunt Fox did not seem happy with Titu, as she knew that Titu is a carefree child of her friend Pomi.
Titu was puzzled and scared too. He told Aunt Fox that he had lost his way.
Titu’s eyes were cast down on the ground out of shame. Then he asked Aunt Fox pointing towards the black stripes. “Aunt is it anaconda lying here? Will it swallow me up?”
Aunt Fox looked at the black iron stripes and laughed at Titu’s foolishness
“It is not anaconda Titu. It’s the rail track for the trains to run on it?”
“Track for trains?” “What is a train?”
Aunt Fox was about to explain when a small squeak was heard. It was Chuchu the rat wishing aunt fox.
Aunt Fox introduced Titu and Chuchu with each other.
“Where are you coming from or going to Chuchu?”
Chuchu: “Oh Aunt! What to say, I had high time in train. Last week I went to city with some of my friends in train. We ate lots of delicious things. Some children had cheese pizza, garlic bread and peanut biscuits in their basket. Luckily it was my birthday too that day so we friends enjoyed the feast. The children found the next morning that their food was nibbled and munched.” “We enjoyed their anger and hunger.”
Titu was listening to Chuchu’s talk with keen interest. He asked Chuchu and Aunt Fox about the train. Aunt Fox briefly told him about the train.
Titu: “Chuchu have you really traveled in a train?”
Chuchu nodded his small head proudly.
Chuchu: “I very often moved in trains sometimes alone at times with my friends. When I miss my family, I come back home. The journey in train is very exciting and thrilling. I have seen many places and eaten variety of eatables in the train.”
Titu requested Chuchu to take him too next time when he goes in a train.
Chuchu: “you—- and train—-“he looked at Aunt Fox that was also smiling at Titu’s request. Chuchu laughed sarcastically.
Titu felt insulted and asked the reason for their laugh. “What have I said so funny that both of you are laughing at me?”
Chuchu said that he only laughed at his innocence. “You are so huge in size Titu dear that you can’t get on train unnoticed or unseen”
Aunt Fox: “Chuchu is right Titu. “I also got on train sneakily, though Chuchu had warned me. I felt so excited to see hens, birds, ducks, pigeons, sparrows and quails in webbed crates with strings and cords.” I got my mouth watery to see them.”
Aunt Fox stopped and breathing deeply stared in the space.
Titu gazed aunt in waiting to know the details.
After a pause aunt fox said gloomily that she was just thinking to ask Chuchu to bite the cords so she may do justice and eat some birds. But then guessing the gestures of Aunt Fox, the ducks quacked, birds twittered, pigeons fussed, hens clucked and sparrows chirped loudly drawing the attention of the keepers.
“Before I could hide myself anywhere, the keeper hit me hard with a shaft on my back. Though it has been years now but the pain reminds me of the incidence every year in winter. It hurts badly in winter.”
Titu: “my dear Aunt Fox you are so small in size and posture that could not stand one thrash of the stick. I am so huge and strong an elephant. So what if I am a baby elephant. Will you take me for a train ride Chuchu please?”
Titu’s constant requests compelled Chuchu to take him for a train ride.
One day a cargo train stopped far from the station.
Chuchu, his friends and Titu rushed to the spot.
Titu s somehow managed to get on the train.
Chuchu and his friends hid themselves in holes and arcs.
Fortunately Titu escaped onlookers’ eyes too.
The shrill of the honk frightened Titu but Chuchu consoled. Chuchu told Titu that honk is the signal that train is going to be in motion.
As the train started to run, Titu enjoyed the cool breeze, speedily passing by human beings, trees, mountains and lakes. He felt in high spirits watching everything, which he had never dreamt of.
It was new experience for him.
They heard a honk again. Chuchu told Titu that the train would slow down to be stationed. Titu felt strange why everyone looked at him in wonder. After short while people started gathering near their section. Titu felt proud and overwhelmed to see so many watching him. He thought that as he is the first elephant ever traveled in train so he’s been looked at.
Within no time the crowd scattered and uniformed men came with heavy strong ropes, chains, net and a crane. Titu did not know what was to come next when he was grabbed, tied with ropes, chained and loaded in a gigantic truck. The truck moved to one direction leaving the onlookers amused and confused at the same time.
Boofi—
Posted March 1, 2014
on:My cousin gifted me a few days old puppy on my birthday. Boofi was chubby fluffy puppy. He looked at me with a frightening looks when I held it in my arms. That very moment I fell in love with it.
He was very playful and cute little pup. I was in sixth grade then. We became very good and close friends. I washed him fed him and played with him. He used to sit by me when I did my homework. Days passed and he grew into a handsome young dog. He accompanied me everywhere I went; to my school, to my friend’s homes to market to park and even to cinema halls. He would sit outside and waited for me. Everyone in Peshawar cantt knew us.
It was hot summer night. We slept in courtyard under the open sky in summers. Counting stars and enjoy the fresh breeze was comforting. It was common practice in those days to sleep like that. Human beings were lived simple life close to nature. There was no fear of thieves or any such tribulations. Though we lived in cantonment which is safer than other places yet it was not dangerous for any one like today for any one.
It must be after midnight I suppose when I woke up with Boofi barking almost on my face. The first thing crept in my mind was that there’s snake somewhere. I looked down and saw a huge cobra near my bed. Boofi warned me. He knew his friend was in danger. My mother and brother woke up. I told them that there’s a snake. The snake wriggled away.
Snakes and scorpions were not a something uncommon for us. Our house was a huge one made of mud. Thick mud walls kept it cool in sizzling summers and warm in winters. Lawns and fields were all around our house. So snakes scorpions wasps and things like this lived with us. Neither they harmed us nor did we hurt them.
In short, my dear Boofi proved his faithfulness. He was such a darling. Someone shot him dead. My nephews buried him in the backyard. Luckily I wasn’t home that time so didn’t see his last moments.
No dog has ever taken my attention so much as Boofi did. His memory is fresh in my mind. I can never forget him
Simplicity
Posted June 26, 2013
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