Showing posts with label sher-o-shayari. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sher-o-shayari. Show all posts
Saturday, 7 November 2009
Na Jaane Kyun...?
Raah-e-dahar par masarrat dhoondhte ho, apna muqaddar dhoondhte ho...(On the path of life,you look for happiness, you look for your fate/destiny...)
Hasraton ke qafas mein na jaane kyun aaj bhi tum humdard dhoondhte ho?
(I don't know why you look for sympathizers even in the prison of regrets/intense sorrow?)
Fasaana-e-shab-e-gham hai peeche; Zulmat hai tumhare aage...(The story of a night of sorrows lies behind you, darkness lies before you...)
Aisi fizaaon mein bhi na jaane kyun aaj bhi tum saher dhoondhte ho?
(I don't know why you are in the pursuit of the morning even in such an environment?)
Manzilein khud bana kar bhi to raahon mein gum-raah ho jaate ho...(Even after creating the destinations yourself, you get lost in the paths you created...)
Haram ki raah par phir bhi na jaane kyun nahin chalte ho?
(I don't know why then do you not travel on the path of God's House?)
Gam-e-hayaat ki bekasi mein jab itne tanhaa reh jaate ho,(When you are helplessly stricken with life's grief into the realm of loneliness)
Tab kabhi jazbaa-e-imaan ki rehguzar par na jaane kyun nahin chalte ho?
(Why then don't you ever travel on the path of abiding faith?)
Sunday, 5 April 2009
Israar-e-hayaat ~ The Secret of Life
[Translation in brackets... for people who have problems understanding urdu... ]Israar-e-hayaat ki nahakat hoon main,
(I am the fragrance of the secret of life)
Aagosh-e-tassavur ki taabeer hoon main,
(I am the realization of imagination)
Qissa-e-ulfat se bahot parey hoon main,
(I am detached from the story of love)
Kabhi Zaakir hoon, kabhi kaafir hoon main,
(At times I am a believer, at times a non-believer)
Ehsaas hoon, aab-e-chashm hoon main,
(I am emotions, I am tears)
Bejaan zeest hoon, bechain wajood hoon main,
(I am a lifeless life, I am an impateint existence)
Benaam, bezabaan, beparwah tanhayi hoon main,
(I am a nameless, speechless, indifferent lonliness)
Muqaddar se aagaah, ek zinda mazaar hoon main.
(Aware of my fate, I am a living grave).
Saturday, 27 December 2008
Inaayat
Andekhe khwaabon ko tumhari nazar ki zaroorat hai,
Zindagi ke rooh ko mohabbat ki zaroorat hai.
Khwaab toot jaate hain kaanch ke tukdon ki tarah,
Jazbaaton ke sailaab mein sookhe aansuon ki tarah.
Armaanon ke bhawar mein kyun kho gaye jazbaat mere?
Khuda ke azaanon mein bhi dabe hain kahin aansu mere.
Be-panah mohabbat se fakat alehda hai zindagi tumhari,
Gar surkh phoolon mein zinda hai aaj bhi khushboo tumhari...
Sunday, 9 November 2008
Metamorphosed Existence
Waqt ki rooh kuch is tarah azaad hai
Ki qaid karna bhi isse gair-zaruri hai
Ret ke zarron ki tarah haathon se ruksat ho jaati hai
Is maazi ki pakeezgi mein bhi Khuda ki manzuri hai...
I vividly remember a quotation in one of my school textbooks I read more than ten years back:"Wasted moments and wasted hours get woven into wasted lives... You just can't sleepwalk through life thinking that one day you will realize your dreams... Living always has to start now!"
Life...What is it? An everchanging metamorphosis of existence?Even my alter-ego has betrayed me... how will dreams be of any help?
I believe in the Existentailism philosophy - I am responsible for what I have made myself...yet I doubt myself... Do I know myself completely? Do you know me? Does anyone know who they really are?
My life is on the verge of completing 22 years... 22 years of happiness, sorrows, goals, faithlessness, ambitions, heartbreaks, relationships, pain, afflictions, love, hatred, death, romance, paradoxes and dissatisfaction.
The horizon of dreams is distant but in focus...perhaps my life is too blurred to realize them... maybe I am too ignorant... probably I don't even want to realize those dreams... Indeed!I'm not even trying to change with the change... but everything around me is undergoing metamorphosis.
