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The poet

Hey you! Listen

I’m a poet

My words are not beads of rosary

That is dropped carelessly

Aimlessly and dreamily

My words are like the mirrors

That reveals image from every angle

So there’s no chance to craft excuse

The words I write are sweet are sour

They are kind, soft and even critical

If wish to spread harmony with words

Don’t use wrongly or make fun of words

Otherwise history will crush those  cruelly

Generations been diminished ruthlessly

Of ones who played with words carelessly  

Time perceives its reflection in my words

Thou can benefit if use words correctly

Past, present and future breathe inside me

I am also one of you

But———I’m a poet





Me shair hun

Mere likhe huey alfaaz

Kisi Mulla ki tasbeeh ke

Bedhyani mein girte huey daane nh

Keh akarat chale jain

Mere likhe huey alfaaz

Aaina khana hain

Jo aik soorat hazaar zaviyo’n se

Tum pe aashkaar karte hain

Ta keh tumhare paas

Uzr pesh karne ki koi gunjaish na rahe

Mere likhe huey alfaaz

Raseele bhi hain aor kaseele bhi

Komal bhi hain aor karakht bhi


Sukhan ki dunya mein falah chahte ho

To alfaaz se mazaq mat karna

Warna tareekh ke hatte charh jao ge

Aor jo is roop mein tareekh ke hatte charh jaey

Us ki naslai’n

Khijalat ka bojh dhote dhote mar jati hain

Ya swaang bhar leti hain

Waqt apna aks mere alfaaz mein dekhta hai

Aor apne aap se waqif rehta hai

Tum bhi apni beenai se istifadah kar sakte ho

Raftga’n, mojoodga’n aor aaindga’n

Mujh mein saans lete hain

Me tumhi mein se hun


Me shair hun

Poet: Shabbir Nazish













Posted on: May 17, 2016


After the lengthy drifting of the heavens
My soul stretches to relax the weary body
A dream breaks with a moan as I open eyes
I get up like a sobbing child, wiping my eyes
The wrinkles on the bed sheet enlighten
How swiftly lived long years of my life
In such short span of time
Gulped venom in passion of reunion
Wrapping the bedding of my uneasiness
Seeing my swollen eyes in the mirror
I dusting off my thoughts I move forward

سیر ِ سماوات کے بعد
تھکن اتارنے کے کئے
جسم میں انگڑائی لیتی ہے
آنکھوں میں اک خواب
چھناکے سے ٹوٹتا ہے
میں آنکھیں ملتا ہوا ایسے اٹھتا ہوں
جیسے کوئی روتا ہوا بچہ
بستر کے چہرے پر پڑی متجسس جھریاں بتاتی ہیں
کتنی لمبی زندگی
کس حالُ میں
کتنی جلدی جی چکا ہوں
وصل کے جام میں
حجر کا کتنا زہر پی چکا ہوں
اوہام کا بستر لپیٹتا ہوں
آئینہ سوجی ہوئی آنکھوں کو حیرت سے تکتا رہ جاتا ہے
میں کام پہ چلا جاتا ہوں

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