Posts Tagged ‘delight’
Spring breeze is filled with flowers’ fragrance
Come love; let garden carry on its business
O friends! The birdcage is in plight
Ask the gentle wind to be a delight
Request the Lord to cherish my beloved
To speak of, and relish my beloved
Wish the dawn emerges from thy leer
And the dusk emits fragrance of thy hair
The heart isn’t affluent, but agony is bighearted
The dreary still be there to cheer you as bighearted
What anguish we went through is thereafter
Sundering night and tears adorn thy hereafter
I couldn’t resist my fervor in thy presence, love
I tied up shirt in a knot; tore collar to threads, love
No place fascinated Faiz on his way
Going away from his beloved’s home
To the gallows way
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Gulon mein rang bhare baad-e-naubahaar chale
Chale bhi aao ke gulshan ka kaarobaar chale
Qafas udaas hai yaaro sabaa se kuchh to kaho
Kahin to bahr-e-khudaa aaj zikr-e-yaar chale
Kabhi to subah tere kunj-e-lab se ho aaghaaz
Kabhi to shab sar-e-kaakul se mushkbaar chale
Bara hai dard ka rishta yeh dil gharib sahi
Tumhare naam pe aaenge ghamguzaar chale
Jo hum pe guzri so guzri magar shab-e-hijraan
Hamaare ashk teri aaqibat sanwaar chale
Huzoor-e-yaar hui daftar-e-junoon ki talab
Girah mein leke girebaan ka taat taar chale
Maqaam Faiz koi raah mein jacha hi nahin
Jo ku-e-yaar se nikle to su-e-daar chale
- In: Poetry
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Wish to cross all barriers in love’s madness
Wish to have control in love’s foolishness
Where I’ve drowned deep in ocean of love
I wish to ascend with same passion of love
She’s not happy with me, so I’m cheerless too
Even then wish to have a converse with her too
Our love heaven is been impassioned for long
Wishing to bond love’s delight to belong
To her style, self-respect and pride of love
Wish to bow down in admiration of love
With death comes blissful message of life
Wish to die such a delightful death in life
May the creation go on lively supremely?
Then would like to breathe a sigh briefly
Constantly commit slip-ups and sins Shakil
Wish to be salved after immoral deeds
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SHAKEEL Badayuni
junūñ se guzarne ko jī chāhtā hai
hañsī zabt karne ko jī chāhtā hai
jahāñ ishq meñ Duub kar rah ga.e haiñ
vahīñ phir ubharne ko jī chāhtā hai
vo ham se ḳhafā haiñ ham un se ḳhafā haiñ
magar baat karne ko jī chāhtā hai
hai muddat se be-rañg naqsh-e-mohabbat
koī rañg bharne ko jī chāhtā hai
ba-īñ ḳhud-sarī vo ġhurūr-e-mohabbat
unheñ sajda karne ko jī chāhtā hai
qazā muzhda-e-zindagī le ke aa.e
kuchh is tarah marne ko jī chāhtā hai
nizām-e-do-ālam kī ho ḳhair yā-rab
phir ik aah karne ko jī chāhtā hai
gunāh-e-mukarrar ‘shakīl’ allāh allāh
bigaḌ kar sañvarne ko jī chāhtā hai
- In: Poetry
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She spoke to me! Good heavens, O Allah!
What luck; what a chance, O Allah!
She the alluring and her scented tresses
What alluring and absorbing ambiance
Stirring radiant charm of her loveliness
The wonder of her allure is relentless
Fearful disorder is streaming of tears
Peaceful flow of uncontrollable tears
Hardly any moments of night reunion
Countless desires, anxious for reunion
To be speechless and holdback words
Delight of seeing her need no words
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vo mujh se hue ham-kalām allāh allāh
kahāñ maiñ kahāñ ye maqām allāh allāh
ye rū-e-daraḳhshāñ ye zulfoñ ke saa.e
ye hañgāma-e-sub.h-o-shām allāh allāh
ye jalvoñ kī tābāniyoñ kā tasalsul
ye zauq-e-nazar kā davām allāh allāh
vo sahmā huā āñsuoñ kā talātum
vo āb-e-ravāñ be-ḳhirām allāh allāh
shab-e-vasl kī sā.ateñ muḳhtasar sī
tamannāoñ kā izhdihām allāh allāh
vo zabt-e-suḳhan meñ laboñ kī ḳhamoshī
nazar kā vo lutf-e-kalām allāh allāh
My cordial yearning is inviting you
Posted on: May 8, 2017
- In: Poetry
- 2 Comments
My cordial yearning is inviting you
Wish making life worthy, I invite you
When you come; delight follows you
I wish to relish life and smile like you
I’m fully gripped in thy charm and love
Thus I wish to enlighten you of my love
Wish to be listening to all about you
Wish to share all about self with you
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tumhare bulane ko ji chahta hai,
muqaddar banane ko ji chahta hai,
jo tum aao, to sath khushiya bhi aaye,
mera muskurane ko, ji chahta hai,
tumhari mohabbat me, khoyi huyi hu,
tumhe ye batane ko, ji chahta hai,
ye ji chahta hai ke tumhari bhi sun lu,
khud apni sunane ko ji chahta hai,
muqaddar banane ko ji chahta hai,
tumhare bulane ko
No delight in happiness
Posted on: March 15, 2017
- In: Poetry
- 2 Comments
No delight in happiness; no gloom in gloominess
Weird in realm, merely lost in thy remembrance
Neither engaged in own-self nor fascinated around
I’m ecstatic, adore you, and your remembrance
Ask the stars about my life’s deeds and policies
I keep awake at night and think of thy fantasies
What does anyone or the world around know?
Nothing matters for me around; but only you
The world is waiting for a downhearted song
Bahzad is inaudibly absorbed in beloved’s gong
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Ab hai khushi khusi mein na gham hai malaal mein
Duniya se kho gaya hoon tumhaare khayaal mein
Mujh ko na apna hosh na duniya ka hosh hai
baitha hoon mast ho k tumhare khayaal mein
Taron se pooch lo meri rudaad-e-zindagi
Raton ko jaagta hoon tumhaare khayaal mein
Duniya ko ilm kya hai zamaane ko kya khabar
Duniya bhula chukaa hoon tumhare khayaal mein
Duniya khadi hai muntazir-e-naghma-e-alam
‘Behzad’ chup khade hain kisi ke khayal mein
~ Hazrat Behzad Lakhnawi
- In: Poetry
- 4 Comments
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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Wasi Shah
Kash Main Tere Haseen Haath Ka Kangan Hota
Tu Bare Piyar Say Chaao Sey Bare Maan Ke Sath
Apni Nazuk Si Kalaai Mein Charhati Mujh Ko
Aur Bay Taabi Say Furqat Ke Khizaan Lamhom Mein
Tu Kisi Soch Mein Dobi Jo Ghomati Mujh Ko
Main Tere Hath Ki Khushboo Say Mehak sa Jata
Jab Kabhi Mood Mein Aa Kar Mujhe Choma Karti
Tere Hontoon Ki main Hidat Say Dehak Sa Jata
Raat Ko Jab Bhi Tu Neendon Ke Safar Par Jati
Mar-Marein Hath Ka Takiya Banaya Karti
Main Tere Kan Say Lag Kar Kai Batein Karta
Teri Zulfon ko Tere Gaal Ko Choma Karta
Jab bhi tu band-e-qaba kholne lagti janan
Apni ankhon ko tere husan se khaira karta
Mujh Ko Bey Taab Sa Rakhta Teri Chahat Ka Nasha
Main Teri Rooh Ke Gulshan Mein Meehakta Rehta
Main Tere Jism Ke Aangan Mein Khanakta rehta
Kuch Nahi To Yahi Be Naam Sa Bhandhan Hota
Kash Main Tere Haseen Haath Ka Kanghan
Poetry: Wasi Shah
Translation: Tanveer Rauf
Love is akin to a bird
Posted on: January 26, 2016
- In: Poetry
- 7 Comments
Love is akin to a bird
When dwells in any heart
It never leaves the heart
Inhabits of lasting delight
Breathes life in the heart
- In: Poetry
- 15 Comments
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
The Chu Chu Chick—-
Posted on: September 11, 2012
Aliza loves eggs. Eggs in custard, in ice-cream, omelet, boiled, scrambled, fried, half fried or in soups they fascinate her. She is so fond of eggs that she even, dreams of eggs. No matter how hot the weather, Aliza would and must have eggs in any form in breakfast. If by chance there was no egg in home. She would just refuse to eat anything. So all her sister brother and parents made sure to have eggs in refrigerator.
She feels too excited to see painted eggs in Easter. My friend paints eggs especially for Aliza to gift her on her birthday. Her room is full of painted eggs.
Aliza is my granddaughter. She is such an adorable child. Being the youngest of my grandchildren she gets what she asks for anytime. So she wanted to keep a hen so it can lay eggs for Aliza only.
My son bought a chick for her. It was the most valuable treasure for Aliza. She took care of the chick like a mother. No one in the house was allowed to play with the chick unless Aliza wished. A special cage was made for the chick. Aliza named it, The Chick Home.
The lucky chick was so well looked after and fed so much that it grew bigger every day. Every one enjoyed to see Aliza happy with the chick. Aliza called it Chu Chu Chick.
One day when my son was cleaning the chick’s cage, he saw a tiny egg there. He called Aliza to show her the egg. When she saw it she screamed out of joy and kept jumping here and there. She’s only four years old child. She thought that the chick laid egg for her only as it very small in size.
it was a pleasure for us all to see her delight. She refused to eat that egg as it is the first egg of her hen. Small joys are like fireflies. We should enjoy and be thankful for this blessing. Otherwise to wait for big occasions or festivals is good but to enjoy any moment that we get in the era of fretfulness, fear and anxiety is worth.
blessings for all
Just Bliss 