Posts Tagged ‘horizon’
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
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…
Even if we break the tradition
Posted on: October 17, 2015
- In: Poetry
- 4 Comments
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
I am a Woman
Posted on: September 29, 2014
- In: Food for thought | Poetry
- 4 Comments
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.
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!
blessings for all
Just Bliss 