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I drown, if I draw away my look of water

And dazed; when I look closely in water

The Moon has risen over the horizon,

My drowned body, you too come out of water

There’s no messenger to carry your message

Send your well being through a wave of water

It’s enough that knolls get soften in any case

A New passageway is formed through water

Unknown I may be flowing with waves like hay

Though I’m still protected; Zafar from water
……………………………..

Dūbtā huuñ jo haTātā huuñ nazar paanī se

aur taktā huuñ to chakrātā hai sar paanī se

chāñd bhī ab nikal aayā ufuq-e-āb ke paar

mere ġharqāb badan tū bhī ubhar paanī se

nāma-bar koī nahīñ hai to kisī lahr ke haath

bhej sāhil kī taraf apnī ḳhabar paanī se

ye bhī kyā kam hai ki Tiile to hue kuchh hamvār

bantī jaatī hai na.ī rāhguzar paanī se

nahīñ ma.alūm ki bah jā.ūñ maiñ kab ḳhas kī tarah

yuuñ to mahfūz abhī tak huuñ ‘zafar’ paanī se

 

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Alluring evening and lovely ambiance

Is absorbed in thy attire’s fragrance!

And my stimulating heavenly dream

Is just a number of moments’ stream!

A star will rise in a while on the horizon

Will remind you from the sky and horizon

Of some undo chore, old memory, a tale

Echo of a memory, a dream, untold tale

We ought to have met somewhere

In the land of appealing dreams

Or in good realm of time’s theme

In skies, on some land, in heavens

We ought to have met therein

…………………………….

yay haseen shaam apni

abhi jiss meiN ghul rahi hai

teray parahan kee khushboo

abhi jiss meiN khil rahay heiN

meray khawab kay shagoofay

zera dair ka hai manzar

zera dair meiN ufq par

khilay ga koi sitaara

teri simt daik kar woh

karay ga koi ishara

teray dil ko aayay ga phir

kissi yaad ka bullawa

koi qissa-ay judaaee, koi kaar-ay naamukamal

koi khawab-ay naa shagufta, koi baat kehnay wali

humeiN chaahiyay tha milna

kissi ahad-ay mehrbaaN meiN

kissi khawab kay yaqeeN meiN

kissi aur aasmaaN par

kissi aur sarzameeN meiN

humeiN chahiyay tha milna…

RAIN

Even if we break the tradition

For being getting forlorn

Refrain from loving; then–?

Will there be no rain again??

Weathers won’t transform?

No funfair no amusement ever again?

Will the rain never downpour again ?

Missing someone madly

Will love come to an end?

Will the birds never chant again?

The butterflies will never flutter

On blossoming flowers again

Won’t kids chase butterflies again?

The partridge, to reach the moon

Will fail to remember its direction

Stars will not twinkle in the sky to show

Gentle wind will not enliven the garden

Rising   sun rays won’t caress flowers

The sunrays that sang melody on sea shore

Will no longer hum, thus travelers will mislay

Live and stride aimlessly astray losing their way,

Will fade away unnamed, no one to moan

No one to shed tears in memory, No one to groan

Will the eyes gaze into environs?

After that afar beyond the horizon

Or to search for the hidden away fortune

What if we break the tradition?

For being getting forlorn

Refrain from loving; then–?

 We breathe life the way we like

Or breathe our very last breath

Is no one’s apprehension then!

محبت چھوڑ بھی دیں ہم

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چلو گر تنگ آ کر اک روایت توڑ بھی دیں ہم

محبت چھوڑ بھی دیں یم

تو کیا ہوگا۔۔۔۔۔؟

زمیں پر مومسموں کا

پھر کبھی میلہ نہیں ہوگا

نہ برکھا ویسے برسے گی

کہ دل تڑپے کسی کو یا د کرکے پھر

محبت ختم ہوگی کیا۔۔۔۔۔۔؟

گُل و بُلبُل کے قصے

پھر نہیں دۃُرائے گا کوئی

نہ تتلی پھول پر رقصاں کبھی ہوگی

نہ بچے صحن گُلشن میں

بس اک تتلی پکڑنےکےلئے

بے چین یوں ہونگے

چکوری چاند کی چاہت میں

رستہ بھول جائے گی

نہ تارے جھلملا ئیں گے

فلک پر راہبر بن کر

صبا پھر کیا کرے گی آ کے گُلشن میں

طلوُع ہوگا جو سورج

اُس کی کرنیں گُل نہ چومیں گی

لب دریا ہوا جو قصہ مہرو وفا کا

گایا کرتی تھی نہ گائے گی

مُسافر راہ چلتے راہ سے بھٹکیں گے گم ہونگے

جئیں گے پھر یونہیں

بے نام سی  اک زندگی

شاید مریں گے تو بھی

کوئی آنکھ نہ آنسو بہائےگی

محبت ہی نہ ہوگی

جب بھلا آنسو بہیں گے کیوں

مگر آنسو بہیں نہ پھر

بھلا آنکھیں کریں گی کیا ۔۔۔؟

محظ تکتے ہی رہنا دُور تک

خالی خلا میں کیا مقدر میں لکھا ہوگا ۔۔۔۔؟

روایت توڑ بھی دیں ہم

محبت چھوڑ بھی دیں ہم

جئیں پھر ہم کسی کو کیا۔۔۔؟

مریں گے تو بھی کیا ہوگا۔۔۔؟

انور زاہدی

 

Samar Minallah Khan @SamarMinallahKh Anthropologist & Documentary Filmmaker. MPhil in Anthropology and Development from the University of Cambridge, UK, Asia Foundation's Chang Lin Tien Fellow,

Samar Minallah Khan
@SamarMinallahKh
Anthropologist & Documentary Filmmaker. MPhil in Anthropology and Development from the University of Cambridge, UK, Asia Foundation’s Chang Lin Tien Fellow,

Nida Sameer got her Masters in Mass Communication from Karachi University in 2001 and Young Development Professional Programme (YDPP) from NGORC (Aga Khan Foundation) Karachi in 2002. Afterward, she achieved another master’s degree in media and communications from School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS), London, on a British Foreign and Commonwealth Scholarship in 2005.

Nida Sameer got her Masters in Mass Communication from Karachi University in 2001 and Young Development Professional Programme (YDPP) from NGORC (Aga Khan Foundation) Karachi in 2002. Afterward, she achieved another master’s degree in media and communications from School of Oriental and African Studies (SOAS), London, on a British Foreign and Commonwealth Scholarship in 2005.

Queen of Tracks’, success came with a price. “I never got anything from the government, I’m still living in Korangi, and I’m never leaving the area because that’s where I belong.

Queen of Tracks’, success came with a price.
“I never got anything from the government, I’m still living in Korangi, and I’m never leaving the area because that’s where I belong.

Me a woman

History portrayed me as failure

At times dust, at times wilderness

Rebuked me, thrust aside me

Each day disgracing ridiculed me

But like moon and stars on horizon

I kept getting higher each day

Like the jumpy surfing waves

Kept surpassing seashore’s ebb

Like ambition grow and bloom

And new good spirits blossom

My aspirations swiftly boom

To keep elevating to the skies;

While you endeavored to sever me

And to bow down my being at thy feet

Like running down tears, to beseech

While fondness for beauty was there,

You remained petrified of my elation;

Thou tried to dig up my past happening s,

Remained unacquainted of my present;

Thou crushed my heart ironically,

Burnt my soul with your sniping glance

Killed me from first to last by hatred;

Intensity of malice and disrespect

My prudence and spirit decided to

Bury grief, woe, anguish, fear and gloom

There and then only;

Attiring in the robe of compassion,

Tread on the path of love;

I breathe today with a new vision

New hope new horizon—-

I am the woman!

Life is an opportunity given to satisfy the hunger and thirst of the soul regardless of any gender!


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