bikhre ash’aar (3)
Nov 1, 2007 Poetry, bikhre ash'aar
Here are some couplets I read today by Riaz Khairabadi
zaahid sharaab peene de, masjid meiN baiTh kar
yaa vo jagah bataa de jahaaN par Khudaa na ho
Khuda ke haath hai bikna na bikna ma_e kaa ab saaqi
baraabar masjid-e-jaame’ ke ab rakh di dukaaN maiN ne
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Hasrat Mohani:
nahiiN aati to yaad unki maheenoN bhar nahiiN aati
magar jab yaad aate haiN to aksar yaad aate haiN
Tags: Poetry, urdu couplets, urdu poetry, urdu sh'er
bikhre ash’aar (2)
Oct 10, 2007 Poetry, bikhre ash'aar
Some ash’aar by Munawwar Rana
siyaasi aadmi ki shakl to pyaari nikaltii hai
magar jab guftagoo karta hai chingaari nikaltii hai
laboN par muskuraahaT dil meiN bezaari nikalti hai
baRe logoN meiN hi aksar ye beemaari nikalti hai
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balandi der tak kis shaKhs ke hisse meiN rahtii hai
bahut uuNchii imaarat har ghaRi Khatre meiN rahtii hai
bahut jee chaahtaa hai qaid-e-jaaN se ham nikal jaayeiN
tumhaari yaad bhii lekin isi malbe meiN rahtii hai
ye aisaa qarz hai jo maiN adaa kar hi nahiiN saktaa
maiN jab tak ghar na lauTooN meri maaN sajde meiN rahtii hai
Tags: Poetry, urdu couplets, urdu poetry, urdu sh'er
bikhre ash’aar (1)
Oct 8, 2007 Poetry, Urdu Misc Poems, bikhre ash'aar
betaabi-e-dil beshak palkoN pe chali aanaa
lekin ye teri had hai is had se na baRh janaa
aadaab-e-muhabbat meiN, zabt ek baRi shai hai
kuchh bhi ho magar aie dil, aavaaz na ban jaanaa
(Jagan Nath Azad)
Tags: Poetry, urdu couplets, urdu poetry, urdu sh'er
kis se poochheiN k maajra kyaa hai?
Dec 15, 2006 My Urdu Poems, Poetry
My first Urdu Ghazal, written in the same meter as Ghalib’s favourite ghazal ‘dil-e-naadaaN tujhe huaa kya hai’. As a matter of fact, the Ghazal is written in the same ‘zameen’, meaning the same ‘radeef’ and the same ‘qaafiya’. I intend on posting articles on my blog in my own words about my understanding of these concepts in Urdu poetry as a lot of my friends always ask me for guidance when it comes to writing in meters. For now, enjoy the Ghazal, which I think, for a first one, was not so bad.
kis se poocheiN k maajaraa kyaa hai?
ye sanam kyaa hai? ye Khudaa kyaa hai?
maiN to aashiq huuN mujh ko kyaa ma’aloom!
ye fanaa kyaa hai? ye baqaa kyaa hai?
[fanaa = mortality, baqaa = immortality]
bas tira Gham hii zindagii merii!
aur duniyaa se vaastaa kyaa hai?
maiN tiraa dost bhii, pujaarii bhii!
aa mire dil meiN! sochtaa kyaa hai?!?
chaNd lamhe haiN aakhir-e-shab ko
zikr-e-waslat meiN yuuN rakkhaa kyaa hai?
[aakhir-e-shab = the end of night, zikr-e-waslat = talk about meeting]
bevafaa! tujh se kyaa shikaayat ho?
zeest ne bhii mujhe diyaa kyaa hai??
[zeest = life]
raaz-e-hastii sa ban gayaa huuN maiN
merii aaNkhoN meiN DhuuNDataa kyaa hai?
[raaz-e-hastii = existence's secret]
dekh “tanhaa” ko kaise phirtaa hai!
kaun jaane use huaa kyaa hai??
Date September/2002
Tags: ghazal, my poetry, Poetry, urdu poetry
Vie
Dec 15, 2006 My French Poems, Poetry
This was my first French poem ever, written on 07/May/1992, sitting in a french class while looking at a really pretty “Quebecoise”…. Considering I was writing a poem in French while the teacher was talking makes it ok, at least I was doing something to improve my French. Here ya go:
Les cheveux comme les fils de soie
Les yeux contenant la vie et la joie
Les lèvres comme les feuilles de fleur
Que tu soit contente ou en malheure
Je serai tousjours en amour avec toi
car tu représente la vie pour moi
Tags: french poetry, My French Poems, my poetry, Poetry
Toi
Dec 15, 2006 My French Poems, Poetry
My second French poem, written while sitting in the college cafeteria in September 1993… what else there is to do when you are sitting in the cafeteria right?
Toi
La lumière de l’astre des nuits
la flamme de l’astre des jours
la couleur de la nuit sans lune
tout est contenu dans tes très beaux yeux!
Dans l’ombre de tes cheveux soyeux
la noirceur du soir est heureuse
sur ta main comme celle d’une princesse
la délicatesse, je la voit sans cesse
La solitude: je le sens pas avec toi
j’oublie le monde quand tu es avec moi
ta simplicité: c’est ce que j’adore le plus
tes rêves m’envahissent de plus en plus
les fleurs sont gené devant ta immense beauté
même la très belle lune n’est rien à côté
laisse moi t’emmener loin de ce monde
ou la peine et le chagrin ne sont pas dans les ondes
Tags: french poetry, My French Poems, my poetry, Poetry
Sang
Dec 15, 2006 My French Poems, Poetry
I figured, while I’m just filling up my blog with stuff, let’s post more of my old French poems, they do need a place! So here’s another poem that differed greatly from my normal style of writing, which usually includes love poems. The poem was written on 13/Sep/1994, during my college days. Sang (blood) was a good metaphor to be used for such a subject.
Sang
Sang. Sang qui circule
Dans mes veine bleus
Sang. Sang qui coule
Comme les larmes de mes yeux
Une lame du couteau
foncée dans mon ventre
rouge foncé, pas de l’eau
qui s’échappe et non rentre
Sang. Sang, oui je le vois
Qui est présent partout
partout autour de moi!
Sang. Qui me plais, surtout!!
Non, non! ne me toucher pas!
Laissez le sang sortir de là!
car cela me donne la sensation
que je n’ai pas de couleur
ni de nation!!
Tags: french poetry, My French Poems, my poetry, Poetry
Questions
Dec 14, 2006 My French Poems, Poetry
This poem was written in 1994. The poem represents some of the questions my mind still can’t find any answers to. However, the search is on. I stopped writing French poetry in 1995 and this, according to me, is one of the best poems I wrote. Although, I’m being extremely subjective in my assessment and I’m certain that anybody with any knowledge of French poetry will say, what a load of “crap”, but hey, I can’t help but like it. Anyway, entitled “Questions”, here’s the poem:
La mort, est-ce que c’est vraiment la fin?
ou commencement d’une vie aupès du divin?
La naissance, est-ce que c’est vraiment le début?
ou fin d’une vie qui va devenir notre but?
Ô mortel humain! pourquoi pense tu celà
que la vie existe dans le ciel et l’aù-delà?
Est-ce que c’est pour diminuer la peur de la mortalité?
ou pour avoir un pouvoir, une fausse immortalité?
“J’ai un ‘double’ qui va rejoindre le dieu”
disait le néandertale, “Je vais allais aux cieux!”*
sa conscience lui disait qu’il n’existera plus
donc il a inventé un concept qui lui a plu!
Mais est-ce vraiment une invention ce concept de dieu?
Ou quelque chose existe et ne peut être vu?
La science nous explique qu’il y a eu une explosion**
c’était condensé dans un point, et là, c’est en expansion
mais, d’où venait donc ce point infiniement dense?
qui nous a donné cet univers dans lequel on pense***
Dostoievski disait que le dieu est essentiel****
s’il n’existe pas, tous nous sera permis
Sartre supposa qu’il n’y a rien dans le ciel*****
et l’homme fait ce qu’il veut faire avec sa vie
Mais est-ce vrai que la vie est controleé par l’homme?
et que nous décidons qui nous serons et qui nous sommes?
Sortons de doutes ces notions de dieu, âme et vie!
assurons nous sur l’origine de l’univers de de la vie!
en cherchant les réponses à ces questions imposantes
Mais sera-t-on capable de les répondre sans mésententes?
Notes:
*Homo néandertalis : It is supposed that when the neandarthal acquired consciousness and became aware of death, he thought about life after death and invented the aspect of “double” or spirit. Evidence exists that the Neanderthal used to bury their dead along with materials to help their dead carry on their new journey.
**A reference is being made to the concept of Big Bang at this point and the fact that universe started with an explosion of an infinitely dense point. The universe is currently in expansion according to the widely accepted theory of Big Bang
***“To think is to exist” – (Je pense donc je suis – Descartes)
****Fedor Mikhailovitch Dostoievski (or Fyodor Dostoyevsky), a russian philosopher. he said: “If God doesn’t exist, there is nothing that can be termed immoral!”
***** The theory of “Existensialism” by Jean Paul Sartre, a French philosopher
Tags: french poetry, My French Poems, my poetry, Poetry
