a new chapter begins here. after another set back, another failure. life goes on....
Mostly impulsive, depending on my mood and situation around and inside. I write because it makes me lighter, happier and gives me satisfaction. Giving expression on the events in life makes myself a bench mark for my better tomorrow. Sometimes, I fail to do so. Still writing is motivational and sacred, as I feel it.
Tuesday 22 December 2015
Thursday 10 December 2015
سیلف میڈ لوگوں کا المیہ
روشنی مزاجوں کا کیا عجب مقدر ھے
زندگی کے رستے میں ۔ ۔ بچھنے والے کانٹوں کو
راہ سے ہٹانے میں
ایک ایک تنکے سے آشیاں بنانے میں
خوشبوئیں پکڑنے میں ۔ ۔ گلستاں سجانے میں
عمر کاٹ دیتے ھیں
عمر کاٹ دیتے ھیں
اور اپنے حصے کے پھول بانٹ دیتے ھیں
کیسی کیسی خواہش کو قتل کرتے جاتے ھیں
درگزر کے گلشن میں ابر بن کے رہتے ھیں
صبر کے سمندر میں ۔ ۔ کشتیاں چلاتے ھیں
یہ نہیں کہ ان کو اس روز و شب کی کاہش کا
کچھ صلہ نہیں ملتا
مرنے والی آسوں کا ۔ ۔ خون بہا نہیں ملتا
زندگی کے دامن میں ۔ ۔ جس قدر بھی خوشیاں ھیں
سب ھی ھاتھ آتی ھیں
سب ھی مل بھی جاتی ھیں
وقت پر نہیں ملتیں ۔ ۔ وقت پر نہیں آتیں
یعنی ان کو محنت کا اجر مل تو جاتا ھے
لیکن اس طرح جیسے
قرض کی رقم کوئی قسط قسط ہو جائے
اصل جو عبارت ھو ۔ ۔ پسِ نوشت ھو جائے
فصلِ گُل کے آخر میں پھول ان کے کھلتے ھیں
ان کے صحن میں سورج ۔ ۔ دیر سے نکلتے ھیں
امجد اسلام امجد
Sunday 6 December 2015
Diay aankhoN mein jaltay hain
Khwab aanay se drta hay
Mein apnay hath se ankhoN ki apni
Band kiay chahta hoon!
Wednesday 18 November 2015
koi agar poochta ye hum se, batatay hum gar tu kia btatay
bhla ho sb ka k ye na poocha, k dil pe aesi kharash kion hay
bhla ho sb ka k ye na poocha, k dil pe aesi kharash kion hay
na fikr koi, na justaju hay, na khwab koi na aarzoo hay
ye shkhs tu kb ka mr chuka hay, tu be.kafan phir ye lash kion hay?
ye shkhs tu kb ka mr chuka hay, tu be.kafan phir ye lash kion hay?
Tuesday 10 November 2015
Ajj Din Vehre Vich
Ajj din vehre vich
Yadaan waala khes paa ke
DukhaN diyaN marchaaN sukhaun de, ni maaye!
Akhiyaan nu sooha rang
Changa bada lagda ae
Eh de naal dil parchaun de, ni maaye!
Meri bad-naamiyaaN te baer bhari beriyaaN ne
BeriyaaN da mul koi naa..
RasmaaN rawaajaN di ghulail de nishaane utte
Kali kali meri jaan maaN
Roki da ni watteyaN nu
Lahu waali mehndi mainu
Sar vich chaukhi saari
Paaun de, ni maaye!
Bujh gaye chiraag saaray
Chann guchh-muchh hoya
Khaali ae banera shookda
Aaunda nahi jawaab koyi
Ohde aasamaana vichon
Ajje teek meri hook da
Yadaan waala khes paa ke
DukhaN diyaN marchaaN sukhaun de, ni maaye!
Akhiyaan nu sooha rang
Changa bada lagda ae
Eh de naal dil parchaun de, ni maaye!
Meri bad-naamiyaaN te baer bhari beriyaaN ne
BeriyaaN da mul koi naa..
RasmaaN rawaajaN di ghulail de nishaane utte
Kali kali meri jaan maaN
Roki da ni watteyaN nu
Lahu waali mehndi mainu
Sar vich chaukhi saari
Paaun de, ni maaye!
Bujh gaye chiraag saaray
Chann guchh-muchh hoya
Khaali ae banera shookda
Aaunda nahi jawaab koyi
Ohde aasamaana vichon
Ajje teek meri hook da
...haaye!
Hijraan de kaale sag
Mere utte bhaunk de ne
Lagda ae mainu eh
Siyaaunde ni maaye haaye
Ajj din vehre vich
YaadaaN waala khes pa ke
DukhaaN diyaaN marchaaN
Sukhaun de, ni maaye!
Akkhiyaan nu sooha rang
Changa bada lagda ae
Eh de naal dil parchaun de, ni maaye!
Hijraan de kaale sag
Mere utte bhaunk de ne
Lagda ae mainu eh
Siyaaunde ni maaye haaye
Ajj din vehre vich
YaadaaN waala khes pa ke
DukhaaN diyaaN marchaaN
Sukhaun de, ni maaye!
Akkhiyaan nu sooha rang
Changa bada lagda ae
Eh de naal dil parchaun de, ni maaye!
Ajj din vehre vich
Translated
In the courtyard today, O mother
Let me spread out the chequered shawl of my memories
And lay out on it, for drying in the sun, the red peppers of my sorrows
To my anguished eyes, this bridal red
Appears really lovely
So let me gain some joy, O mother, from these peppers if nothing else
Tales of my dishonor are like berry-filled jujube trees
People bandy my name about as freely as they pick berries
Before the slingshot of unjust customs and traditions
I stand as the sole target, O mother
There’s no stopping the stones being hurled at my head
Let my steep my hair well, O mother
In the henna of blood
All the lamps have become extinguished
The moon has become all crumpled up
The ridge of yearning’s roof is desolate
Till this day, the heavens above have never granted a response
To my anguished sighs and pleadings
The black dogs of separation’s misery bark at me
Seems like the fail to recognise me and instead think me a stranger
Sunday 8 November 2015
Band Muththi
"suno sister!
kabhi ye apni ankhain kholti bhi hain?
kabhi kuch bolti bhi hain?"
"nahi sahib!
mukammal taur pr ghayab hain ye giyara mahinoN se
yehi ik dhonkni hay saans ki, jo chalti rehti hay
..... ye taar-e-zindagi ab toot he jaye tu behtar hay.
najanay kis trha ye seedhi muththi band kr li hay
buhat koshish ki sb nay, pr natija kuch nahi nikla
mujhay lgta hay in ki jaan hay is band muththi main"
......
wo apna thar-thrata hath us muththi pe rakhta hay
aur ik namkeen qatra, band muththi pr tapakta hay
havaas-e-khamsa k sakat samandur mein
kahin pr lehr uth.ti hay
larazti ungliyan ik doosray se baat krti hain
ulajhti saaans ki awaz madham hoti jati hay
wo muththi khulti jati hay
Friday 6 November 2015
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. — Anaïs Nin
Wednesday 4 November 2015
Khaka: Humdard
subh saveray
main apnay ghar se nikloon
bus stop pr
tum aik nazar mujhko dekho
aur main apna rasta kho kr
teray humrah ho jaoon
tum jahan murro, mein murr jaoon
tum jahan ruko, mein ruk jaoon
tum phir chal do, mein bhi chal doon
jitna tez chalain hum dono
rasta utna lamba ho
hum dono k beech main
ik chup ho aur ik saya ho
kabhi tapti sarrak
kabhi nehr kinaray
ghanay darakhtoN k saye mein
tum aagay aagay
mein seher zda si peechay peechay
sham dhalay aur rastay saray
dhundlay parr jaein
tum mujhko aata dekhtay ho
aur apna raasta naaptay ho
phir raat k saaye gehray ho jaein
basti, jungle dhundlay rastay
sb peechay reh jayein
bas rait he rait ho
aur raigistaan k ain wast main
nakhlistan se thorra pehlay
tum ruk jao
main girtay parrtay tum tk puhanchoon
tum aik nazar meray ristay pairon ko dekho
phir mujhse poocho
"itni azeeyat kion leti ho?
ye samnay tu mera ghar hay,
tum apnay ghar ko kion nahi jati?"
main apnay ghar se nikloon
bus stop pr
tum aik nazar mujhko dekho
aur main apna rasta kho kr
teray humrah ho jaoon
tum jahan murro, mein murr jaoon
tum jahan ruko, mein ruk jaoon
tum phir chal do, mein bhi chal doon
jitna tez chalain hum dono
rasta utna lamba ho
hum dono k beech main
ik chup ho aur ik saya ho
kabhi tapti sarrak
kabhi nehr kinaray
ghanay darakhtoN k saye mein
tum aagay aagay
mein seher zda si peechay peechay
sham dhalay aur rastay saray
dhundlay parr jaein
tum mujhko aata dekhtay ho
aur apna raasta naaptay ho
phir raat k saaye gehray ho jaein
basti, jungle dhundlay rastay
sb peechay reh jayein
bas rait he rait ho
aur raigistaan k ain wast main
nakhlistan se thorra pehlay
tum ruk jao
main girtay parrtay tum tk puhanchoon
tum aik nazar meray ristay pairon ko dekho
phir mujhse poocho
"itni azeeyat kion leti ho?
ye samnay tu mera ghar hay,
tum apnay ghar ko kion nahi jati?"
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