Posts Tagged ‘home’
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Simple was the people;
simple were their homes
large were the courtyards
and fewer were rooms
The people sighed
to see that house
with a wall built
in the to divide the house
How to resolve the past
and existing plight
were mutually shared in the
village pergola site.
Boys walked miles
to their schools
Now the nearby ones
were then far-off schools
If anyone of them got tired
of carrying his satchel
A friend always shared
a load of his satchel
Promises made solemnly
to carry out the promise,
was loyally carried ou
To the beloved
a letter he sent,
A heart through which
an arrow went
Yet, in coyness,
she would see herself absent
Not that she knew what he meant
See how beauty abase
from rich to poor in love
when the lover asked about his history;
he was the one above
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سیدھے سادھے لوگ تھے پہلے، گھر بھی سادہ ہوتا تھا
کمرے کم ہوتے تھے اور ، دالان کشادہ ہوتا تھا
دیکھ کے وہ گھر گاؤں والے سوگ منایا کرتے تھے
صحن میں جو دیوار اٹھا کر آدھا آدھا ہوتا تھا
مستقبل اور حال کے آزاروں کے ساتھ نمٹنے کو
چوپالوں میں ماضی کی یادوں کا اعادہ ہوتا تھا
دکھ چاہے جس کا بھی ہو وہ ملک کر بانٹا جاتا تھا
غم تو آج کے جیسے تھے احساس زیادہ ہوتا تھا
لڑکے بالے میلوں پیدل پڑھنے جایا کرتے تھے
پاس ہے جو اسکول وہ پہلے دور افتادہ ہوتا تھا
تھک جاتا کوئی تو مل کر بوجھ کو بانٹا کرتے تھے
دوست نے دوست کا بستہ اپنے سر پر لادا ہوتا تھا
سوچ سمجھ کر ہوتے تھے تب ساتھ نبھانے کے وعدے
لیکن جو کر لیتے تھے وہ وعدہ، وعدہ ہوتا تھا
خط میں دل اور تیر بنا کر منت کرنی پڑتی تھی
یار بہت مشکل سے ملنے پر آمادہ ہوتا تھا
دیکھ حسن کس منصب سے لے آیا عشق فقیری تک
جس سے پوچھا اپنے دور میں وہ شہزادہ ہوتا تھا
احتشام حسن
In deep fog of your remembrance
Posted on: July 7, 2016
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Poet: Iftekhar Bukhari
Translated by: Tanveer Rauf
Before I’m gone astray in missing you
In deep fog of your remembrance
Like any lost star that you look for again
I want to get out of ecstatic shackled time
Remembering you and beautiful spent time
Murmuring in busted words in my dream
I love that time where you come into sight
Your agitated sensation flows in my blood
I try to find solace in night’s isolation
Her solitude scares me of being so afar
As a scared bird in nest in downpour
I can’t give dreadful omen to the mirrors
As they all fall back on me ———–!
I imagine of my death that where I die?
With a forlorn heart on a high mountain
Or anywhere in a shadowy weird corner
Or amidst the frightening ancient graves
Where weary sinners walk bare footed
In search of god and upright way of life
I don’t wish to be laid in a grand tomb
That holds feet of persons walking by
I wish to sleep in darkness of eternity
To let my restive soul at tranquility
The sun sets under white slabs of snow
In a lonely lane in broken down home
Where the moon sheds no tears and
From where thy memory has departed
…………………………………………………..
ہ ہ ہ ہdosri yaad
اس سے پہلے کہ میں ڈوب جائوں
تمہاری جدائی کے بے انت کہرے میں
کسی فراموش ستارے کی طرح
اور تم دوبارہ تلاش کرنے لگو
میرے لکنت زدہ لفظوں کی نیند میں
عہد رفتہ کی گرد آلود آوازیں
جن میں تمہارے خوابوں کے خد و خال بھٹکتے ہیں
میں اس مہذب جہنم سے نجات چاہتا ہوں
جس سے میں محبت کرتا ہوں
جس کی وحشت میرے لہو میں بہتی ہوئی آتش ہے
میں پناہ ڈھونڈتا ہوں رات کی نیلگوں تنہائی میں
جس کا پار درشک خالی پن مجھے لرزا دیتا ہے
بارش میں، گھونسلے میں سہمی ہوئی چڑیا کی طرح
میں آئینوں کو بد دعائیں نہیں دے سکتا
کہ وہ مجھ پر پلٹ آتی ہیں
میں سوچتا ہوں میں کہاں مروں گا
اپنے اداس دل میں کسی بلند پہاڑ پر
یا نشیب میں کسی بھولے بسرے کونے میں
دنیا کی حقیر ترین قبروں کے درمیان
جہاں تھکے ماندے گناہ گار
ننگے پائوں چلتے ہیں خدا کی جانب
میں کسی شاندار مقبرے کا آرزو مند نہیں
جو راہ گیروں کے قدم روک لے
میری پر حسرت روح
فقط ابدی اندھیرے کا آرام چاہتی ہے
سورج کی منجمد لاش کے پاس
برف کی سفید چادروں کے نیچے
ویران گلی میں،
جہاں چاند آنسو نہیں ٹپکاتا
خستہ مکان میں،
جہاں سے تمہاری یاد ہجرت کر چکی ہے
افتخار بخاری
Posted on: January 13, 2016
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Troubles on lanes, feel unhappy at home
Fed up from stillness to hustle and bustle
How long will eyes ignore the forty winks?
See again that happened from dawn to dusk
Light and shade are alike, they come and go
Sitting home thinking if it’s home or corridor
In by gone past life; step by step bit by bit
Is it you or thy shadow or is it me, myself
We fight dreams in wind of shore Faroughe
River after my name flows desert to desert
Stillness keeps adhering in me
Posted on: December 11, 2015
I sang even after the song ended
Kept singing to break the silence
Wish someone to keep seeing me
Until I’m seen even from faraway
I burn everything I have in home
To wipe out the gloomy darkness
Stillness keeps adhering in me
I keep on bring into being noise
Day and night I show now dreams
Of hope; to my eyes Faroughe
Children’s United Anthem
Posted on: February 20, 2014
Children’s United Anthem
They’re Chinese you are, Afghani
We’re Africans they are, Pakistani;
Say we’re all brothers!
O’ people! Listen to us
The world is our home;
Say we’re all brothers!
This entire home’s beloved
Threshold, doors, cupboard;
Say we’re all brothers!
Mountains, oceans, rivers all
Seas, lagoons, ponds, waterfall;
Say we’re all brothers!
Valleys, meadow, fields, and desert
They’re ours, and we go with them;
Say we’re all brothers!
We’re envoy of love and peace!
Wars and conflict are diseases;
Say we’re all brothers!
When will they take in our saying?
The ones who’re illogical unpitying;
Say we’re all brothers!
We’ll widen the scent of knowledge!
Create vigilance of helpful knowledge;
Say we’re all brothers!
All signs of hatred will die out
When we sing this song of accord;
Say we’re all brothers!
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 