Posts Tagged ‘Spring’
Why are the lips so silent?
Posted on: October 27, 2017
- In: Poetry
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Why are the lips so silent?
Skies will be shaken one day
By Earth’s inhabitants one day
What does the flute croon?
It’s spring now! Craves for beloved;
The flute thus croons
What’s the carnival about?
It’s far and wide all over crowd,
Everyone but, alone in the crowd
Where have all the stars hidden?
Tears stream like embers smitten
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Spring’s in the air
Posted on: March 30, 2016
- In: Poetry
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Spring’s in the air; step out enjoy the lovely thrill,
The fragrance, flowers and the glittery breeze
Mosam e gul hay zara gher se nikal ker dekho
Baagh roshan hawaon mei deye jultay hein
Anwar Zahidi
Adhere as fragrant breath when meet
Engulf me like my aura if reside with me
If hold my heart; stay as thy own abode
Be there like my reflection in my vision
Be the first bloom of spring to blossom
Live like fresh and youthful flora forever
Stop as if never took a step ahead ever
If you walk, take to the air as gentle gale
If you laugh; laugh like an innocent child
If awake; brighten the darkness as a ray
Drink venom like sweet sherbet, Anwer
Make life eternity when you pass away
Who did chain up your feet?
Posted on: November 15, 2014
- In: Poetry
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Spring breeze came to ask me
Who did chain up your feet?
You met once and never met again,
Thy remembrance, revisit over again;
See, the effect of my beloved’s thought,
Solitude now appears to be festivity;
A teardrop is akin to, my being flowing,
Deeper than the ocean is my serenity
It’s the dark spot where the wind came
Number of times, to light the lamp;
Neither had you said anything to me nor I,
Then what did the silence say repeatedly?
Of losing loveliness and liveliness of spring,
The ruthlessness of autumn overshadowed
Dye me in thy color!
Posted on: August 27, 2014
Dye me in thy color, my love!
Thou are my man, oh beloved of Almighty;
Dye me in thy color!
My scarf, and the beloved’s turban,
Both need to be dyed in the spring’s color;
Whatever be the price for dyeing, ask for it,
Thou can have my blossoming youth in mortgage;
Dye me in thy color!
I have come and fallen at thy door step,
For thou to, safeguard my pride, my dignity,
Thou are my man, Oh beloved of Almighty,
Dye me in thy color!
Thinking of thee—– Love!
Posted on: February 12, 2012
- In: Poetry
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Thinking of thee—Love!
What is love——-?
To be lost in the ocean of chances
To neglect all for your soggy eyes;
Sometimes go and share with stars
About heart’s feelings or flowers,
Either squander day silently or
Be asleep in a meaningless way;
At times shed tears, at times veil them,
I evoke all, being lost on the way at dusk
What is love—–?
Poison, energizer, shadow, may be
Shadow, which often shadowed me;
Compels me to speak his language
Forget self, and choose crazy way;
What is love—-?
Be faithful to words, sip death’s poison,
Pat thy heart’s string with pure simplicity
What is love—-?
Maybe to locate him on the tracks,
Worship again, whom cast off before;
Just feel often, that we have left
Far behind, the destiny of madness;
Broken the bond amid flora and fauna,
Through clouds Love will shower again
Linking green shoot erupts in heart again;
Will feel free of your promising assurance,
Love will again return to your soggy eyes!
Translated Shaista Mufti’s work
This Spring——-!
Posted on: January 15, 2012
- In: Poetry
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This spring is lost in some gloom
The colors, foliage and flowers
What are these pinpointing to?
Singing glum on air’s rhythm
The dreamy moments that lost
Drained; slept inside the eyes
Fragrance of those dreamy moments
I’ve seen their dew on every flower
Few moments of spirit’s harmony
Incredible few cherished moments
Smiling joyfully in my imagination
I am sure the season of Spring
Was never so beautiful ever
Composed by Shaista Mufti
Translated by Tanveer Rauf
blessings for all
Just Bliss 