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ab mire dūsre baazū pe vo shamshīr hai jo is se pahle bhī mirā nisf badan kaaT chukī usī bandūq kī naalī hai mirī samt ki jo is se pahle mirī shah-rag kā lahū chaaT chukī phir vahī aag dar
ab mire dūsre baazū pe vo shamshīr hai jo is se pahle bhī mirā nisf badan kaaT chukī usī bandūq kī naalī hai mirī samt ki jo is se pahle mirī shah-rag kā lahū chaaT chukī phir vahī aag dar
ham ḳhvāboñ ke byopārī the par is meñ huā nuqsān baḌā kuchh baḳht meñ Dheroñ kālak thī kuchh ab ke ġhazab kā kaal paḌā ham raakh liye haiñ jholī meñ aur sar pe hai sāhūkār khaḌā yaañ buuñd nahīñ hai
mile to ham aaj bhī haiñ lekin na mere dil meñ vo tishnagī thī ki tujh se mil kar kabhī na bichhḌūñ na aaj tujh meñ vo zindagī thī ki jism-o-jāñ meñ ubaal aa.e na ḳhvāb-zāroñ meñ raushnī thī na
guzar ga.e ka.ī mausam ka.ī ruteñ badlīñ udaas tum bhī ho yaaro udaas ham bhī haiñ faqat tumhīñ ko nahīñ rañj-e-chāk-dāmānī ki sach kaheñ to darīda-libās ham bhī haiñ tumhāre baam kī sham.eñ bhī tābnāk nahīñ mire falak ke sitāre
tujh se bichhaḌ kar bhī zinda thā mar mar kar ye zahr piyā hai chup rahnā āsān nahīñ thā barsoñ dil kā ḳhuun kiyā hai jo kuchh guzrī jaisī guzrī tujh ko kab ilzām diyā hai apne haal pe ḳhud
tum apne aqīdoñ ke neze har dil meñ utāre jaate ho ham log mohabbat vaale haiñ tum ḳhanjar kyuuñ lahrāte ho is shahr meñ naġhme bahne do bastī meñ hameñ bhī rahne do ham pālanhār haiñ phūloñ ke ham ḳhushbū
vo apne zo.am meñ thā be-ḳhabar rahā mujh se use ḳhabar hī nahīñ maiñ nahīñ rahā us kā
ik to ham ko adab ādāb ne pyāsā rakkhā us pe mahfil meñ surāhī ne bhī gardish nahīñ kī
vo ḳhaar ḳhaar hai shāḳh-e-gulāb kī mānind maiñ zaḳhm zaḳhm huuñ phir bhī gale lagā.ūñ use
pahle se marāsim na sahī phir bhī kabhī to rasm-o-rah-e-duniyā hī nibhāne ke liye aa
mai-kade meñ kyā takalluf mai-kashī meñ kyā hijāb bazm-e-sāqī meñ adab ādāb mat dekhā karo
is ahd-e-zulm meñ maiñ bhī sharīk huuñ jaise mirā sukūt mujhe saḳht mujrimāna lagā
The line-storm clouds fly tattered and swift,The road is forlorn all day,Where a myriad snowy quartz stones lift,And the hoof-prints vanish away.The roadside flowers, too wet for the bee,Expend their bloom in vain.Come over the hills and far with me,And be my love in the rain. The birds have less to say for themselvesIn the
My long two-pointed ladder’s sticking through a treeToward heaven still.And there’s a barrel that I didn’t fillBeside it, and there may be two or threeApples I didn’t pick upon some bough.But I am done with apple-picking now.Essence of winter sleep is on the night,The scent of apples; I am drowsing off.I cannot shake the shimmer
The heart can think of no devotionGreater than being shore to ocean –Holding the curve of one position,Counting an endless repetition.
She is as in a field a silken tentAt midday when the sunny summer breezeHas dried the dew and all its ropes relent,So that in guys it gently sways at ease,And its supporting central cedar pole,That is its pinnacle to heavenwardAnd signifies the sureness of the soul,Seems to owe naught to any single cord,But strictly
There sandy seems the golden skyAnd golden seems the sandy plain.No habitation meets the eyeUnless in the horizon rim,Some halfway up the limestone wall,That spot of black is not a stainOr shadow, but a cavern hole,Where someone used to climb and crawlTo rest from his besetting fears.I see the callus on his soulThe disappearing last
I had withdrawn in forest, and my songWas swallowed up in leaves that blew alway;And to the forest edge you came one day(This was my dream) and looked and pondered long,But did not enter, though the wish was strong:You shook your pensive head as who should say,‘I dare not—too far in his footsteps stray—He must
The thought of being uselessHaunted me day and night. I dreamt on and onYet nothing came to pass. I held my problemsGreater than anything elseUntil I met you, my friend. Life is harder for others,I do realize now. You taught meMy trials are nothing. You showed me howFoolish my whining is. I, shamefully, realizeHow nothing
I closed my eyesAnd my mind wandered. I entered a worldNot perceived naturally. It was ethereal andBeautiful beyond compare. There was chill in the airThat was soothing. Suddenly, I was wrappedIn a pair of beautifullyPerfect arms’ embrace. There, I saw his beautiful faceThat I have beheld before. I remembered the warmthOf his sweet smile. His
The night sky couldn’t beMore beautiful than this. Innumerable stars glowedBright as jewels on aWide spread black cashmere. It was calm and serene,So it seemed out of my window. There was a chill in the air.And a sweet scent, did it carry. Yes, the scent of magnolia, it wasThat bloomed at this hour of night.
If there was ever an eveningI’d call the most beautifulOf all I’ve ever seen,Today did it come. The beautiful blue skyGlistened like a glass gobletWith clouds as white as dovesMoving as if by command. But without much delayTo great dismay did comeThe dark clouds that overshadowedMy magnificent and awesome sky. Bringing down sorrowUpon me by
My sky was darkWith no prospect of sunshine. Even starlight hid behindThe thickest mass of ill-omened clouds. It saw only night.Day was a myth. Life looked like an unending questionWith no absolute reply. Despair filled my heartAnd my eyes filled to their brim. Bitter tears drenched meYet no solution showed itself. But something did give
My feelings are strangeTo my own heart. I ponder and ponderTo find I’ll neverKnow the reason why. The sky looks the sameSo does my habitat. But deep inside I findSomething is changed. And the change, it isThe strangest and the greatestI ever experienced. I am caught upIn a fight, the very fightBetween hope and despair.