Monday 21 September 2015

The piece of writing comprises of hardly one short para and two three broken separate lines. Its full of hate, derogation and a tone that's heart pinching. Anyone reading this can doubt the mental soundness of the writer. I have read it twice to make sure that I am pronouncing it right, as I have read the last word "Rakhail". 
It's like someone has hit my heart with a heavy hammer and forgot to pull back. The weight on my chest is increasing by every breath I take. I've closed my eyes. I have adjusted my seat back to comfort my lumber. I have leaned my back on the seat. I have started looking out of the window. It has took me four years back. This is the same road, same journey and the same feelings when I talked to her for the last time.
I know there are moments in life all you want to do is to scream, to blow all the venom you have been absorbing for long. In those moments you need no counselling, no advises, no understandings but ventilation by saying whatever comes in your mind. In such cases even if one is supposed to respond but one should choose not to. One should realize that he is not able to hit every barking dog on the road neither capable of explaining himself to every raised eyebrow. 
Women understand their gender the best. That's why they prove to be the best friends and the worst enemies of each other. Nothing can be more harmful to a woman than another woman. Pity on her when she finds her man sleeping with another woman and call that woman, "you slut!!" How can she point her finger to another woman accusing her for unfaithfulness of her husband. Has there ever been a woman penalizing her husband for the flourishing brothels. Is it not a common sense that if she is in a business to sell sex there is a buyer to it? Doesn't it make a sense that if demand of a commodity will end the supply will go waist automatically? I don't know why there are always women killed in the name of honor. What if women start killing their men in the name of honor? But women will not because they love their husbands, their sons, their brothers and their fathers. They (women) will cover their (men's) sins with their lengthy scarfs, venomous taunts and curse towards the accused women. 
"Men are supposed to be enchanted, even by a weed stalk when wrapped in red." Her voice still echoes. 
"O Really?? is this the definition of a man? Of course not! you are just making a cover for your disloyal husband. Or it might be your experience as you might not have ever come across a real man!" there are always arguments left not responded.
I feel really painful when anyone accuse women for the obscenity in society. Why do we forget that the commandment on abstinence is first for men and then its for women ( Al-Quran 24:30,31).
One should not lose temperament in being judgmental about others. Every sinner has a future which we don't know. Being Muslims we are one, linked to each other, not opponents. So why don't we raise hands for prayer in their favor rather pointing fingers on them? Why don't we hold their hands to guide them to right path instead of calling them names? Why don't we teach and train them with our best manners and character instead of reflecting hate and derogation.
May Allah help all of us to be on the right path. Amen.

Wednesday 16 September 2015

ﮐﺴﯽ ﭘﺮ ﻧﻈﻢ ﻟﮑﮭﻨﮯ ﺳﮯ
ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﻣِﻞ ﺗﻮ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ
ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﺗﻌﺮﯾﻒ ....!
ﺑﺎﻧﮩﻮﮞ ﮐﮯ ﺑﺮﺍﺑﺮ ﺗﻮ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮬﻮﺗﯽ
ﮐﺴﯽ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﮐﮯ ﭘﺎؤﮞ
ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﺩﻝ ﭘﺮ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﭼﻠﺘﮯ 
ﮐﺒﮭﯽ ﮐﺸﮑﻮﻝ ﻣﯿﮟ 
ﻗﻮﺱ ﻭ ﻗﺰﺡ ﺍُﺗﺮﯼ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﯽ 
ﺻﺤﯿﻔﮧ ﺭِﺣﻞ ﭘﺮ ﺭﮐﮭﻨﮯ ﺳﮯ 
ﻗﺮﺁﮞ ﺗﻮ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺑﻨﺘﺎ .....! 
ﮐﺴﯽ ﻧﮯ ﺁﺝ ﺗﮏ 
ﺷﺎﻋﺮ ﮐﮯ ﺁﻧﺴﻮ 
ﺧﻮﺩ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﭘﻮﻧﭽﮭﮯ 
ﺩﻻﺳﮧ ....! 
ﻟﻔﻆ ﮐﯽ ﺣﺪ ﺗﮏ ﮬﯽ ﺍﭘﻨﺎ ﮐﺎﻡ ﮐﺮﺗﺎ ﮬﮯ 
ﮐﺴﯽ ﺧﻮﺍﮬﺶ ﮐﻮ 
ﺳﯿﻨﮯ ﺳﮯ ﻟﮕﺎﻧﮯ 
ﮐﯽ ﺍﺟﺎﺯﺕ ﺗﮏ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﮬﻮﺗﯽ 
ﺗﻤﮭﺎﺭﯼ ﺿﺪ ﮐﻮ ﭘُﻮﺭﺍ ﮐﺮ ﺩﯾﺎ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮ....! 
ﺳﺘﺎﺭﮮ ، ﭼﺎﻧﺪ، ﺳُﻮﺭﺝ ، ﺭﻭﺷﻨﯽ، ﺧﻮﺷﺒﻮ 
ﺗﻤﮭﺎﺭﮮ ﺩَﺭ ﭘﮧ ﮐﯿﺎ ﮐﯿﺎ ﺩﮬﺮ ﺩﯾﺎ ﺩﯾﮑﮭﻮ 
ﮔُﻞِ ﻓﺮﺩﺍ  
ﺍﺑﮭﯽ ﮐِﮭﻞ ﺟﺎﻭ ! 
ک ہ ن ے  س سے 
ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﮐِﮭﻞ ﺗﻮ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ 
ﮐﺴﯽ ﭘﺮ ﻧﻈﻢ ﻟﮑﮭﻨﮯ ﺳﮯ 
ﮐﻮﺋﯽ ﻣِﻞ ﺗﻮ ﻧﮩﯿﮟ ﺟﺎﺗﺎ

Sunday 30 August 2015

Tuesday 25 August 2015



Zindagi Hum Se Tere Naz Uthaye Na Gaye 

Sans Lene Ki Faqat Rasm Ada Karte Rahe ..


ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے

دل ایسے شہر کے پامال ہوجانے کا منظر بھولنے میں

ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے


جہانِ رنگ کے سارے خس و خاشاک

سب سرو و صنوبر پھولنے میں

ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے


تھکے ہارے ہوئے خوابوں کے ساحل پر

کہیں امید کا چھوٹا سا اک گھر

بنتے بنتے رہ گیا ہے

وہ اک گھر بھولنے میں

ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے


مگر اب دن ہی کتنے رہ گئے ہیں

بس اک دن دل کی لوح منتظر پر

اچانک

رات اترے گی

میری بے نور آنکھوں کے خزانے میں چھپے

ہر خواب کی تکمیل کر دے گی

مجھے بھی خواب میں تبدیل کر دے گی

اک ایسا خواب جس کا دیکھنا ممکن نہیں تھا

اک ایسا خواب جس کے دامن صد چاک میں کوئی مبارک

کوئی روشن دن نہیں تھا

ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔!

Tuesday 11 August 2015



ہمارے دل میں کہیں درد ہے ؟ نہیں ہے نا ؟

ہمارا چہرہ بھلا زرد ہے ؟ نہیں ہے نا ؟


سُنا ہے آدمی مر سکتا ہے بچھڑتے ہوئے

ہمارا ہاتھ چھوؤ ، سرد ہے ؟ نہیں ہے نا ؟


سُنا ہے ہجر میں چہروں پہ دھول اڑتی ہے

ہمارے رخ پہ کہیں گرد ہے ؟ نہیں ہے نا ؟

Monday 10 August 2015

Elegy

Ajab ghum ki dhamak! Dil pr parri hay
Udaasi aainoN se jhankti hay
Yeh kis manzar mein tumne sath chorra
Meri tasveer aadhi reh gyii hay

Tumhara hath abhi tu hath pr tha
Achanak aankh meri khul gyii hay
Abhi kal tak falak tha das-taras mein
Aur ab apni zameen bhi ajnabi hay

Fana ke baad bhi khawish hay teri
Musafat hai magar kitni karri hay
Kharray hein saans ki sarhad pe tanha
Humaray darmiyan bas zindagi hay

Wednesday 5 August 2015

Aurat dar-asl maamta hay. bachpan se burha-pay tak hr roop hr rishtay main chahay wo beti ho, behan ho, biwi ho, wo maa'n he hoti hay. aurat muhabbat main apni maamta ko prwaan charhaati hay. wo muhabbat ko apnay ander paalti hay, duniya se chupa k, barri hifazat se bilkul us trha jesay aik maan apnay bachay ko no maah tk apnay pait main paalti hay. phir jb muhabbat k iqrar/ izhar mein kamyab ho jati hay tu jesay bacha pait se nikal k goad mein aa gya ho. bilkul maan ki trha wo apni muhabbat ki nigehdasht main lag jati hay. wo kabhi is se ghafil nahi hoti, sotay jagtay, dhyan usi ki trf lga rehta hay. jesay maan khayal rakhti hay apnay bachay ki bhook piyas ka, seenay se lagaye rakhti hay, choomti hay aur roz usay bara hota dekh k, parwan charhta dekh k khush hoti hay aur apnay Rabb ka shukr adaa krti hay.
Mard maarka araa hotay hain. muhabbat bhi kisi maarkay ki trha injam detay hain. goya muhabbat na hui jang hui. aik challenge. anaa ka mas-ala. aurat ka dil bhi sar zameen-e-ghair ki trha fatah kia, apnay naam k jhanday gaarray, char din fatah ka jashan mnaya aur aagay nikal gaye. nai manzilon ki talash main naye challenges k shoq mein. mard k liay guzishta muhabbatein medals aur trophies ki trha hoti hain. jinhain roz nigehdasht ki zaroorat nahi hoti. bas kabhi kabhar unki taraf nazar parr jaye tu fakhar se sr buland kia, muskuraye aur bass. Mard fitratan muhabbat main tauheed ka qayl nahi hay. aur issay aesa krnay pr majboor bhi nahi kia ja skta. Aik aurat ki muhabbat kafi nahi parti chahay wo apni haddion ka ras nikal k bhi pila day, tab bhi nahi. un k liay buhat kabhi kaafi nahi hota.
buhat tu aurat k liay bhi kafi nahi hota. wo jaan nisar krna chahti hay aur buhat krna chahti hay. pr is k liay usay bass aik sooraj chahiay jo usay hayat bakhshay, jeenay ki waja, muhabbat krnay ki waja, hiddat, hararat, roshni aur tawanaii.

Tuesday 5 May 2015

dil e muztar ko, smjhaya buhat hay
magar is dil ny, tarrpaya buhat hay

qayamat hay ye tarq e aarzoo bhi
mujhay aksar wo yaad aaya buhat hay

rah e hasti k is jaltay safar main
tumhari yaad ka saya buhat hay

Wednesday 4 March 2015

Zindagi se yehi gila hai mujhay
Tu buhat dair se mila hai mujhay

Tu muhabbat se koi chaal to chal
Haar janay ka hosla hai mujhay

Hum-safar chahiay hujoom nahi
Aik musafir bhi qafila hai mujhay

Dil dharakta nahi sulagta hai
Woh jo khwahish thi aabla hai mujhay

Lab kusha hoon tu iss yaqeen k saath
Qatal honay ka hausla hai mujhay

Kaun janay k chahto'n may Faraz
Kya ganwaya hai kya mila hai mujhay!