A Wonderful Urdu poem by Muneer Niazi.
Hamesha dair kar deta hoon main
Zaroori baat kehne ho
Koi wada nibhana ho
Usay aawaz deni ho
Usay wapis bulana ho
Hamesha dair kar deta hoon main
Madad karni ho us ki
Yaar ke dhaarus bundhana ho
Bohat dayreena rustoon par
Kisi se milne jana...
this is very special nazam...........one its my and my dad's favorite.., second i have very unique memories attached with it....!!!! some of these memories are very happy!! i remember my father had it taped from one of his friend long back and it was played on very special days...
(In Urdu and English)
Sarfaroshi ki tamanna ab hamaare dil mein hai
Dekhna hai zor kitna baazu-e-qaatil mein hai
Aye watan Karta nahin kyun doosra kuch baat-cheet
Dekhta hun main jise woh chup teri mehfil mein hai
Aye shaheed-e-mulk-o-millat main tere oopar nisaar
Ab teri himmat...
Muskra kar dekh lo rehtay hain intezar may
Jub Jub pass nahi hotay
Dil may himesha rehtay ho
Kab kab yaad sataye tumhe bata bhi na paye
Nibha rahein hain saath per saath nahi hain
Tumharay naam ho gi shaam
Intezar yehi hai
jogiyoun ka libaas lagate hain...,log kitne udaas lagate hain....,darad ki oons se dhule chehare..,makbaro ki ghaans lagate hain....*people look like the saffron clothing of the wandering dervish, they look sad and weather beaten like his cloths..............whenever i happen...
i m really very tired right now and i have no idea why i m writting this story which i m sure is not going to make much sense to anybody as i m not in mood to write explaination of all its words......at this moment i need sumthing to divert my mind and suddenly i rememmber this...
An Artist chooses his tools, He chooses his way of expressing his thoughts. An Painter picks up the brush to paint what he sees, A musician uses his instruments to translate his emotions into melody, A singer uses his voice to communicate his feelings, A writer uses his pen to...
Main khyal hun kisi aur ka...!!!Main khyal hun kisi aur ka.....mujhe sochta koi aur hain....!!!sare aina mera aks hain...pas-e-aina koi aur hain...!!main kisi kay dast-i-talab main hun..toh kisi ke harf-i-dua mein hun..mains naseeb hun kisi aur ka...mujhe maangta koi aur hain...
Who inspired a little and make my pen pour some ink....Is mehfil e faani me har hansi k peechay chupa hai ik Sadma,
Ye insaan kuch nai, Hai faqat ik adhura naghma.
Is jahan me akar jab bole apni nanhi ankhon se,
tou laga Kashish ka , Masumiyat ka Naghma.
Agar Kabhi Meri Yaad Aaye
Agar Kabhi Meri Yaad Aaye
To Chaand Raaton Ki Dilgeer Roshni Main
Kisi Sitaray Ko Dekh Laina
Agar Woh Nakhal Falak Say Urh Kar
Tumharay Kadmoon Aagiray To Yeh Jaan Laina
Woh Istiaara Tha Meray Dil Kaa
Agar Naa Aaye?.....
Magar Yeh Mumkin Hi Kis Tarha...
----------Qurb k na wafa k hotein hain,jhugree sare Ana k hotein hain---------
----------Baat niyatoon ki hoti hai warna,wqt to sare dua k hotein hain----------------Bhool jatein hain 'Mt bura kehna',log putle khata k hotein hain----------------Wo jo bzahir kuch nahi lagte,un se...
Wafa Ka Poda Shajar Hua To Muhabbato'n Ka Pata Chalega, Naseeb Uska Samar hua To Muhabbato'n Ka Pata Chalega, Abhi To Phirtay Ho Dosto'n Mein, Aziz Koi Juda Nahi Hai Koi Idhr se Udhar hua Tou Muhabbato'n Ka Pata Chalega Wo Jiski Khaatir bana Rahay ho Zamaay bhar Ko tum Dushman...
i was just reminded by somebody that i can either cry out my heart out in the dead of night or can just close my eyes and sleep peacefully.......i have cried some time i guess so now when still sleep is miles away i want to do something with my brain which is just racking...
this wonderful piece of poetry is sung by Abida Parveen and has been my favorite!!! in an old gramophone record i have heard it in the voice of farida khanam as well but i never found that record again.....but this one is better in every sense........the music and the...
This is a song i have grew up hearing, a song sung by so many people but like all my mind is stuck with the subtle voice of farida khanam singing it and once in a while my dad singing it for us. so its a combination of memories of childhood and teen. since past few years i have...
some Europeans sage
this secret was revealed,
though men endowed with sense,
keep points like this concealed.
Democracy means a mode
to rule the common man :
no doubt, the count the votes,
but conduct do not scan.
احساس مروت کو کچل ديتے ہيں آلات
Hai Dil Ke Liye Mout Machinon Ki Hukumat
Ehsas-e-Marawwat Ko Kuchal Dete Hain Aalaat
Death to the heart, machines stand sovereign,
Engines that crush all sense of human kindness.
makri nay kya jala tana
kaisa acha tana bana
aakhir isne kyoon karjana
is se mile ga is ko khana
jis ne makri paidi ki hai
us ne is ko akal bhi di hai
mehnat ka tujh ko kyoon gham hai
jab tak teri dam may dam hai
haat me kaghas aur kalam hai
seekh lay baba hilm aur honar tum...
Well it ought to be a beautiful verse i have heard today....!!! Ahmed Faraz is a poet par excellence and this gazal has been immortalized by the golden voice of Gulam ali.....!! well since some people complains about all these nazams i have been posting...i might try to explain...
=Saamny Manzil Thi or Peechay Us Ki Aawaaz... =Rukta to Safar jata, Chalta To Bichar jata.
=Maekhana Bhi usi ka tha, Maekar Bhi us k. =Agr peeta to emaan jata, na peeta to Sanam jata. =Saza aesi mili mujh ko, zakhm aese lage Dil par. =Chupaata to jigar jata, Sunata to...
well i have no idea about who have written this verse but it just mesmerized me so much........and honestly sometime i feel like this.......a confused entangled web of emotions..........!!!!!!i m writing this for somebody.........because it reminded me of him.....!!!!Shola-e...
Aksar zindagi k aurak palat k dekhta hun,Ehsasaat k samander mein gham o khushi ki milli julli mojon ko uthta dekhta hun.Maazi k dhundlay manzar mein kuch log puranay dekhta hun,jinse pal me jhagarte pal me manate apne masoom bachpan ko dekhta hun.zindagi ki us haseen dagar pe...