Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Shair Koi or Ha (Zarrah Hyderabadie)
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A Patriotic Pakistani 4 Liberty
"Before It's Too late"
By Saqlain MEHDI
Before it's too late, consider your fate.
Before it's too late, observe where you stand.
Before it's too late, take action against those
Who lie and deceive to destroy our beloved homeland!
Before it's too late, take time to do homework.
Look into the options not fed by the "Man".
His money owns media and works in dark places.
His soul has been sold to destroy all he can.
Before it's too late, to fight for your Liberties,
Before all the doors have closed to our stand,
Before it's too late, speak out for your freedoms
They're leading this nation like birds in their hands.
Before all is over and this great land fails
And citizens rot in their new master’s jail
Before Martial Law demands your respect
Before all you didn't do, you come to regret
Before you watch families, left out on the streets
And hear all the agony of regret and defeat
Before New World Order is "Soup of the Day"
Before every Liberty is taken away
Before all the poor are devoured, enslaved
And patriots lay in freshly dug graves
Before they stop by to pick up your guns
Before you pack light and live on the run
Give Wisdom her hour, and listen with care
She speaks for your freedom and warns of despair
She cries through the mouths of the lowly and poor
She walks your street shouting, and pounding on doors
Awake, you who slumber
Awake those who sleep
Awake before Wolves
Devour the Sheep
Awake to the process, so cleverly designed
By devils and foxes who devour the creeping plant
The fruits of this Nation, the poachers do steal
While blissfully you slumber, accepting their deal
Let no one deceive you, let no lying lips
Cause further destruction and fast sinking ships
For fear and control they set up these crimes
And do well by media to sell all their lies
Search for the people, take care who you follow
This may be the last time we all get to follow!!!
Help get Pakistan back "for the people, by the people and of the people", before the elite finally trample all the people once and for all times!!
The writer is a Senior Journalist & Initiator of Missing Person’s Case in Pakistan--saqlainmehdi@gmail.com
By Saqlain MEHDI
Before it's too late, consider your fate.
Before it's too late, observe where you stand.
Before it's too late, take action against those
Who lie and deceive to destroy our beloved homeland!
Before it's too late, take time to do homework.
Look into the options not fed by the "Man".
His money owns media and works in dark places.
His soul has been sold to destroy all he can.
Before it's too late, to fight for your Liberties,
Before all the doors have closed to our stand,
Before it's too late, speak out for your freedoms
They're leading this nation like birds in their hands.
Before all is over and this great land fails
And citizens rot in their new master’s jail
Before Martial Law demands your respect
Before all you didn't do, you come to regret
Before you watch families, left out on the streets
And hear all the agony of regret and defeat
Before New World Order is "Soup of the Day"
Before every Liberty is taken away
Before all the poor are devoured, enslaved
And patriots lay in freshly dug graves
Before they stop by to pick up your guns
Before you pack light and live on the run
Give Wisdom her hour, and listen with care
She speaks for your freedom and warns of despair
She cries through the mouths of the lowly and poor
She walks your street shouting, and pounding on doors
Awake, you who slumber
Awake those who sleep
Awake before Wolves
Devour the Sheep
Awake to the process, so cleverly designed
By devils and foxes who devour the creeping plant
The fruits of this Nation, the poachers do steal
While blissfully you slumber, accepting their deal
Let no one deceive you, let no lying lips
Cause further destruction and fast sinking ships
For fear and control they set up these crimes
And do well by media to sell all their lies
Search for the people, take care who you follow
This may be the last time we all get to follow!!!
Help get Pakistan back "for the people, by the people and of the people", before the elite finally trample all the people once and for all times!!
The writer is a Senior Journalist & Initiator of Missing Person’s Case in Pakistan--saqlainmehdi@gmail.com
میرا سوہنا دیس
دنیا کے نقشے میں ایک دیس ہے ایسا
جہاں لوگ یونہی مر جاتے ہیں
بارش نہ ہو تو ترستے ہیں
بارش ہو تو مرجاتے ہیں
دکھی ہوں تو خود کشی کر جاتے ہیں
خوش ہوں تو ہوائی فائرنگ سے مرجاتے ہیں
سردی آئے تو ٹھنڈ سے جم جاتے ہیں
اور گرمی آئے تو حدت سے مرجاتے ہیں
ہے ایسا ایک دیس میرا
دنیا کے نقشے پر سبز ہلالی ایک دیس مرا
جہاں جھوٹ والے بچ جاتے ہیں
اور سچے لوگ یونہی مر سے جاتے ہیں
آمریت میں گھٹ گھٹ کرجیتے ہیں
جمہوریت آئے تو آذادی سے ہی مرجاتے ہیں ۔
اور جہاں
!
محلوں والے سنگِ مر مر کی بے حسی میںدب جاتے ہیں
اور جھونپڑیوں والے ٹاٹوں کے کچے پن سے مر جاتے ہیں
کہیں لوگ بھوک ننگ سے کرلاتے ہیں
اور کہیں ذیادہ کھانے سے مر جاتے ہیں
کہیںبموں کی آگ میں دب جاتے ہیں
اور کہیں آگ، روشنی نہ ہونے سے مرجاتے ہیں
پوری دنیا میں ہے ایک انوکھا سا دیس میرا
جہاں لوگ یونہی ہر پل ، ہر دم مر سے جاتے ہیں ۔
بے بسی
ظلم ہوتا دیکھ رہے ہیں اور
آنکھ پر ہاتھ رکھے گذر رہے ہیں
اور جئے جارہے ہیں ؟
کسی کی آنکھ کی پتلی اور کسی کے بازو کا ریشہ
یوں ہوا میں اڑتے دیکھ رہے ہیں اور جئے جارہے ہیں
چائے کی چسکی کے ساتھ کہیں کسی کی عزت لٹنے کی خبر پڑھ رہے ہیں
کسی بچے کو اپنی ٹانگ اٹھائے دیکھ رہے ہیں
موت کو تماشا بنتے دیکھ رہے ہیں
جھوٹے کو جھوٹا کہنے کی ہمت نہیں کر پارہے
سلے لبوں کے ساتھ ،مردہ روح کے ساتھ
انتہا کو پہنچی ہوئی بزدلی کے ساتھ
جئے جارہے ہیں
جئے جارہے ہیں
کلمہءِحق کو دفنائے مدتیں گذر گئیں
خودی کے لاشے پر طبلے بھی بجا چکے
عزتِ نفس کا جنازہ بھی پڑھا جاچکا
جسموں اور روحوں کی نیلامی بھی ہوگئی
اور ہم ہیں کہ جئے ہی جارہے ہیں ۔
معصوم موتوں کو نظر انداز کرنا بھی سیکھ لیا
دکھ کی کہانی پر کھلکھلا کر ہنسنسا بھی آگیا
بے حسی کی ساری منزلیں طے کر کے
شرمندگی کو دفنا کر
اب ہم ذندگی کو جئے جارہے ہیں
اوربہت مردوں کے درمیاں
مردہ خانے میں ذندگی کو جئے جارہے ہیں ۔
جہاں لوگ یونہی مر جاتے ہیں
بارش نہ ہو تو ترستے ہیں
بارش ہو تو مرجاتے ہیں
دکھی ہوں تو خود کشی کر جاتے ہیں
خوش ہوں تو ہوائی فائرنگ سے مرجاتے ہیں
سردی آئے تو ٹھنڈ سے جم جاتے ہیں
اور گرمی آئے تو حدت سے مرجاتے ہیں
ہے ایسا ایک دیس میرا
دنیا کے نقشے پر سبز ہلالی ایک دیس مرا
جہاں جھوٹ والے بچ جاتے ہیں
اور سچے لوگ یونہی مر سے جاتے ہیں
آمریت میں گھٹ گھٹ کرجیتے ہیں
جمہوریت آئے تو آذادی سے ہی مرجاتے ہیں ۔
اور جہاں
!
محلوں والے سنگِ مر مر کی بے حسی میںدب جاتے ہیں
اور جھونپڑیوں والے ٹاٹوں کے کچے پن سے مر جاتے ہیں
کہیں لوگ بھوک ننگ سے کرلاتے ہیں
اور کہیں ذیادہ کھانے سے مر جاتے ہیں
کہیںبموں کی آگ میں دب جاتے ہیں
اور کہیں آگ، روشنی نہ ہونے سے مرجاتے ہیں
پوری دنیا میں ہے ایک انوکھا سا دیس میرا
جہاں لوگ یونہی ہر پل ، ہر دم مر سے جاتے ہیں ۔
بے بسی
ظلم ہوتا دیکھ رہے ہیں اور
آنکھ پر ہاتھ رکھے گذر رہے ہیں
اور جئے جارہے ہیں ؟
کسی کی آنکھ کی پتلی اور کسی کے بازو کا ریشہ
یوں ہوا میں اڑتے دیکھ رہے ہیں اور جئے جارہے ہیں
چائے کی چسکی کے ساتھ کہیں کسی کی عزت لٹنے کی خبر پڑھ رہے ہیں
کسی بچے کو اپنی ٹانگ اٹھائے دیکھ رہے ہیں
موت کو تماشا بنتے دیکھ رہے ہیں
جھوٹے کو جھوٹا کہنے کی ہمت نہیں کر پارہے
سلے لبوں کے ساتھ ،مردہ روح کے ساتھ
انتہا کو پہنچی ہوئی بزدلی کے ساتھ
جئے جارہے ہیں
جئے جارہے ہیں
کلمہءِحق کو دفنائے مدتیں گذر گئیں
خودی کے لاشے پر طبلے بھی بجا چکے
عزتِ نفس کا جنازہ بھی پڑھا جاچکا
جسموں اور روحوں کی نیلامی بھی ہوگئی
اور ہم ہیں کہ جئے ہی جارہے ہیں ۔
معصوم موتوں کو نظر انداز کرنا بھی سیکھ لیا
دکھ کی کہانی پر کھلکھلا کر ہنسنسا بھی آگیا
بے حسی کی ساری منزلیں طے کر کے
شرمندگی کو دفنا کر
اب ہم ذندگی کو جئے جارہے ہیں
اوربہت مردوں کے درمیاں
مردہ خانے میں ذندگی کو جئے جارہے ہیں ۔
Ahmed Faraz - A Symbol of Romance
By Yousaf Alamgirian
Ahmed Faraz, who left this mortal world on Monday the 25th August,
2008 was born in Nowshera in 1931. Ahmad Faraz initially had a passion
to join Pakistan Air Force which he couldn't, but through out his life
he flew higher and higher due to his god gifted poetic skills. He was
a man full of feelings. He started expressing his feelings in the
shape of poetry while studying in 10th class. He got an opportunity to
meet literary people in his early age as his father; Agha Burq was
also a well known poet. He received masters' degrees in Persian and
Urdu literature from the University of Peshawar.
Faraz started his career as a scriptwriter with Radio Pakistan. He had
been an academician and was director general of the Academy of
Letters. He had been a proud recipient of Adamjee Award,
Sitara-e-Imtiaz of Government of Pakistan, Dr Iqbal Award from the
Academy of Letters, Honorary Life Fellowship of the Academy of
Letters, an Honorary Doctorate in Literature from the University of
Karachi.
Faraz occupied a unique place among the bouquet of poets of the modern
era, with his remarkable style of writing. Faraz was truly one of the
major poets of the modern-day Urdu poetry. His poetry was both
traditional and broadminded. Ahmed Faraz was a modern poet who gave a
new trend to the Urdu poetry. His poetry had been translated into many
languages of the world.Collections of his poetry are quite popular and
some of them had won major literary awards.
Ahmed Faraz was fully capable of the art to convert emotions of love
into thought and word to create romantic poetry. Obligated with mixed
signals of love within one's heart and trying to make it complete and
finding the steps necessary to understand the duality of the two is a
difficult process. When this happens though, there is beauty to be
heard from romantic poetry. Faraz and his poetry both knew the fact
that one's emotions can become tangible and pierce the heart of
another, bringing two souls together that otherwise may have never
been joined in each other's love. Hence poetry such as Faraz's can
play pivotal role in bringing the hearts closer and closer.
His first collection of poems, "Tanha Tanha" was published in 1958
while he was a student and became well known among poets and critics.
In 1966, his second book, "Dard Ashoob" made him well known to those
who were working for a progressive socio-economic system. He also
wrote plays for Radio Pakistan and PTV. These were published in 1972
under the title "Mere Khawab Reza Reza".
He received many national and international awards. He won the
'Adamjee Award' in 1966. His third collection of poems, "Nayaft",
(Unattainable) was declared the best book of the year in 1970. He
received the 'Dhanak Award ' for the most popular national poet in
1972. Also in Pakistan, he won the 'Abasin Award for literature', the
'J.N. Tata Award for Peace and Human Rights', and the 'Naqoosh Award
for Literature' (1992-1993). The international awards he achieved
include the 'Firaq Award' (India, 1982) and the 'International Urdu
Award' (Canada, 1991).
His works include ten volumes of poems and a collection of plays in
addition to articles and interviews published both nationally and
internationally. Other collections of his works include Janaan Janaan
(1976), Be Awaz Gali Koochoon Mein (1982), Nabeena Shehr Mein Aaina
(1984), Sab Awazeen Meri Hain (1985), Pas Andaz Mosam (1989), Bodluk
(a play in verse, 1994), and Peman. His works were published in four
volumes by the University of Acain, U.A.E in 1987 with the title of
Assasa.
Ahmed Faraz's services to Urdu language have no parallel, making him a
legend and a symbol for being an upright fearless character that would
stand up to even the most ruthless totalitarians. Faraz had been
sadistic poet par excellence whose poetry was marked by sweetness and
lyricism with a quality of grace, a tremulous sensitivity, and an
ineffable beauty about human relationships that has timeless appeal.
The creator of some of the most popular verses, both political and
literary, Faraz had always been an activist for democracy and rule of
law and was even jailed by certain rulers.
Ahmed Faraz, who left this mortal world on Monday the 25th August,
2008 was born in Nowshera in 1931. Ahmad Faraz initially had a passion
to join Pakistan Air Force which he couldn't, but through out his life
he flew higher and higher due to his god gifted poetic skills. He was
a man full of feelings. He started expressing his feelings in the
shape of poetry while studying in 10th class. He got an opportunity to
meet literary people in his early age as his father; Agha Burq was
also a well known poet. He received masters' degrees in Persian and
Urdu literature from the University of Peshawar.
Faraz started his career as a scriptwriter with Radio Pakistan. He had
been an academician and was director general of the Academy of
Letters. He had been a proud recipient of Adamjee Award,
Sitara-e-Imtiaz of Government of Pakistan, Dr Iqbal Award from the
Academy of Letters, Honorary Life Fellowship of the Academy of
Letters, an Honorary Doctorate in Literature from the University of
Karachi.
Faraz occupied a unique place among the bouquet of poets of the modern
era, with his remarkable style of writing. Faraz was truly one of the
major poets of the modern-day Urdu poetry. His poetry was both
traditional and broadminded. Ahmed Faraz was a modern poet who gave a
new trend to the Urdu poetry. His poetry had been translated into many
languages of the world.Collections of his poetry are quite popular and
some of them had won major literary awards.
Ahmed Faraz was fully capable of the art to convert emotions of love
into thought and word to create romantic poetry. Obligated with mixed
signals of love within one's heart and trying to make it complete and
finding the steps necessary to understand the duality of the two is a
difficult process. When this happens though, there is beauty to be
heard from romantic poetry. Faraz and his poetry both knew the fact
that one's emotions can become tangible and pierce the heart of
another, bringing two souls together that otherwise may have never
been joined in each other's love. Hence poetry such as Faraz's can
play pivotal role in bringing the hearts closer and closer.
His first collection of poems, "Tanha Tanha" was published in 1958
while he was a student and became well known among poets and critics.
In 1966, his second book, "Dard Ashoob" made him well known to those
who were working for a progressive socio-economic system. He also
wrote plays for Radio Pakistan and PTV. These were published in 1972
under the title "Mere Khawab Reza Reza".
He received many national and international awards. He won the
'Adamjee Award' in 1966. His third collection of poems, "Nayaft",
(Unattainable) was declared the best book of the year in 1970. He
received the 'Dhanak Award ' for the most popular national poet in
1972. Also in Pakistan, he won the 'Abasin Award for literature', the
'J.N. Tata Award for Peace and Human Rights', and the 'Naqoosh Award
for Literature' (1992-1993). The international awards he achieved
include the 'Firaq Award' (India, 1982) and the 'International Urdu
Award' (Canada, 1991).
His works include ten volumes of poems and a collection of plays in
addition to articles and interviews published both nationally and
internationally. Other collections of his works include Janaan Janaan
(1976), Be Awaz Gali Koochoon Mein (1982), Nabeena Shehr Mein Aaina
(1984), Sab Awazeen Meri Hain (1985), Pas Andaz Mosam (1989), Bodluk
(a play in verse, 1994), and Peman. His works were published in four
volumes by the University of Acain, U.A.E in 1987 with the title of
Assasa.
Ahmed Faraz's services to Urdu language have no parallel, making him a
legend and a symbol for being an upright fearless character that would
stand up to even the most ruthless totalitarians. Faraz had been
sadistic poet par excellence whose poetry was marked by sweetness and
lyricism with a quality of grace, a tremulous sensitivity, and an
ineffable beauty about human relationships that has timeless appeal.
The creator of some of the most popular verses, both political and
literary, Faraz had always been an activist for democracy and rule of
law and was even jailed by certain rulers.
Faraz was considered a symbol of romance in Urdu Poetry. He at many a
times admitted that "Mera mijaz shuru se hi Aashiqana tha". And by the
grace of Allah almighty he always stood by his words.
His poems, like those of Faiz and Sahir Ludhianvi, were equally
popular with common readers and scholars. Full of sorrow and pain,
most of them have social and political diction. He firmly believed in
the philosophy of the progressive movement.
The passion filled poetry of Ahmed Faraz familiarizes human thoughts
and emotions intimately with a different world, expressing love in a
truthful way. Romantic Faraz and his poetry build an allusion of the
world distorted into the shape of human emotions.
One of his famous Ghazal is given below.
Suna hai laug ussay aankh bhar ke dekhtey hain,
So uss k shehr main kuch din theher k dekhtey hain
Suna hai rabt hai uss ko kharaab haalo'n se,
So apney aap ko barbaad ker ke dekhtey hain
Suna hai dard ki gaahak hai chashm-e-naaz uski,
So hum bhi uss ki gali se guzar k dekhtey hain..
Suna hai usko bhi hai sher-o-shaiyrii se shughaf,
So hum bhi mau'jzay apney hunar ke dekhtey hain
Suna hai bolay to baaton se phool jhartey hain,
Ye baat hai to chalo baat ker ke dekhtey hain
Suna hai raat ussey chaand takta rehta hai,
Sitaarey baam-e-falak se utar ke dekhtey hain..
Suna hai din ko usay titliaa'n sataati hain,
Suna hai raat ko jugnoo theher ke dekhtey hain
Suna hai hashr hain uss ki ghazal si aankhain,
Suna hai uss ko hiran dasht bhar ke dekhtey hain.
Siyaah chashm to dekhay hain per na aisay bhi,
K uss ko surma farosh aah bhar ke dekhtey hain
Suna hai uss ke labo'n se gulaab jaltey hain,
So hum bahaar pe ilzaam dhar ke dekhtey hain
Suna hai aaina tamsaal hai jabee'n uski,
Jo saada dil hain ussay ban sanwar ke dekhtey hain
Suna hai jab se hamaail hain uss ki gardan main,
Mizaaj aur hi la'al-o-gohar ke dekhtey hain.
Suna hai chashm-e-tasawwar se dasht-e-imkaa'n mein,
Palang zaaviye uss ki kamar ke dekhtey hain
Suna hai uss k badan ki taraash aysii hai,
Ke phool apni qaba'ain kutar ke dekhtey hain
Wo sar-o-qad hai magar be-gul-e-muraad nahi,
Ke us shajar pe shagoofey samar ke dekhtey hain.
Nazar uthey to ye samjho k deen-o-dil to gaye,
So rehrawaan-e-tamanna bhi dar ke dekhtey hain..
Rukay to gardishain uss ka tawaaf kerti hain,
Chaley to uss ko zamaaney theher ke dekhtey hain
Kahaniyaa'n hi sahi,sab mubaalghey hi sahi,
Agar woh khawaab hai,ta'abeer ker ke dekhtey hain
Kisay naseeb ke be-pairhan ussay dekhey,
Kabhi kabhaar,dar-o-deewaar ghar ke dekhtey hain.
Ab uske shehr mein tehrain k kooch ker jaayin,
Faraaz! aao sitaarey safar ke dekhtey hain....!
Faraz's poetry paved the way for emergence of new feelings of love,
distress, dejection and a hope at the same time. Romantic Faraz and
his poetry marked the way for allowances for free thinking to flourish
in an age where reserved and conventional social and political
thinking prevails. Romantic poetry of Faraz seems like entering into
one's soul with its massive force.
Although Faraz is no more in this world, still he would be remembered
for his great literary contributions. Faraz was one and only and has
left behind a big vacuum in the field of Urdu poetry. His fans
belonging from all age groups will miss him a lot. May Allah bless his
departed soul, Ameen.