Posts Tagged ‘spirit’
The spirit is restive everywhere
Posted on: July 9, 2017
- In: Poetry
- 6 Comments
The spirit is restive everywhere around
Heart doesn’t agree to anything around
Man feels more alone some in a crowd
When there’s much hustle bustle around
My fortunate star keeps wavering around
Must be shining somewhere else abound
The secret I had kept veiled until now
Is now open and gossiped in town now
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dil kahīñ bhī nahīñ lagtā hogā
dil nahīñ māntā aisā hogā
jitnā hañgāma ziyāda hogā
aadmī utnā hī tanhā hogā
chaltā-phirtā hai sitāra merā
ab kahīñ aur chamaktā hogā
maiñ ne ik baat chhupā rakkhī hai
ab usī baat kā charchā hogā
Its long journey———–
Posted on: November 18, 2013
Its long journey and no travel companion at all
Scorching sunlight and not a shade of any tree;
If failed to burn my splendor up or my spirit,
If not an eye’s tear, then not a precious gem;
Why to yearn for that house from now,
That house, where no laudable lives now;
My vanity, vision and terseness is boundless,
I’m down in the dumps but, no healer about;
My aspiration of flight is to fly to the skies,
But, I’m the bird that has no wings either;
How could I applaud the seas for transience,
When, no single wave or tide is after my name
My luggage!
Posted on: February 6, 2013
- In: Poetry
- 14 Comments
My luggage is laid in empty room,
Secretly hidden are some wishes;
Relics of dreams lay safely there,
Some flowers hidden unwillingly;
Spirit kept searching for a friend—!
My pride strolled hither and thither;
But, scent of my soil didn’t ascend!
My pride dishonored in alien’s land;
A lamp of hope, lighted in eerie
Eyes, in murky, gloomy nights;
The body thawed like mud in water
Discoloring colors, in monsoon rain;
The door’s kept open for you——-
My luggage is laid in empty room!
Composed by Shaista Farrukh Mufti
Translated by, Tanveer Rauf
Covet
Posted on: November 11, 2012
- In: Poetry
- 5 Comments
How many aches should I keep with me?
Collect melancholy, bear catastrophes?
For, my pathways are all corkscrewed,
Thorns spreading all alongside the way;
My lips are lamenting sorrowfulness
My heart has heartbreaking pang,
And the spirit is deeply wounded
It’s so much suffocating here,
That, I am short of breath ———;
The pollution here is so colossal
That, I can’t breathe, am fading;
I need fresh air badly to breathe,
In this dense grimy environment
For, it is, but, by necessity ——!
blessings for all
Just Bliss 