Dream Passion and Colors: 2012

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Insha ji ! uThTho ! ab kuuch karo

Insha ji ! uThTho ! ab kuuch karo

Insha ji ! uThTho ! ab kuuch karo, is sha'hr meN jii kaa lagaanaa kyaa
vahshii ko sukuuN se kyaa matlab, jogii kaa nagar meN Thikaanaa kyaa

is dil ke dariidaa-daaman ko dekho to sahii, socho to sahii
jis jholii meN sau chhed hue us jholii ko phailaanaa kyaa

shab biitii, chaaNd bhii Duub gayaa, zanjiir paRii darvaaze meN
kyuN der gaye ghar aaye ho, sajnii se karoge bahaanaa kyaa

us husn ke sachche motii ko ham dekh sakeN, par chhuu na sakeN
jise dekh sakeN par chhuu na sakeN vo daulat kyaa vo Khazaanaa kyaa

us ko bhii jalaa dukhte hue man, ik sholaa laal bhabhuukaa ban
yuN aaNsuu ban beh jaanaa kyaa, yuN maaTii meN mil jaanaa kyaa

jab sha'hr ke log na rasta dekheN, kyuN ban meN na jaa vishraam kare
diivaanoN kii sii na baat kare, to aur kare diivaanaa kyaa

aur to koi bas na chalega hijr k dard k maron ka

aur to koi bas na chalega hijr k dard k maron ka
subah ka hona dubhar kar dein rasta rok sitaron ka

jhuthe sikon mein bhi utha dete hain aksar sacha mal
shaklen dekh k sauda karna kam hai in banjaron ka

apni zuban se kuch na kahenge chup hi rahenge ashiq log
tum se to itna ho sakta hai pucho hal becharon ka

ek zara si bat thi jis ka charcha pohuncha gali gali
ham gumnamon ne phir bhi ehsan na mana yaron ka

dard ka khna chikh utho dil ka taqaza waza nibhao
sab kuchh sehna chup chup rahna kam hai izzatdaron ka

Log har mor pe ruk ruk key sambhalty kyun hain,

Log har mor pe ruk ruk key sambhalty kyun hain,

Itna dartay hain tu phir ghar se nikaltey kyun hain,

Main na koi jugnu hon na diya na chand,

Phir roshni waly mere naam se jaltey kyun hain,

Jab neend se mera ta’alluk hi nahi barson se,

Khawab aa aa k meri palkon pe tehltay kyun hain,

is mein mosam ka qasoor hai ya logon ka,

Log mosam ki tarhan pal bhar mein badaltey kyun hain

mere humnafas mere humsafar mujhe de koi tu ek safar

mere humnafas mere humsafar mujhe de koi tu ek safar

mere saath tu bhale na chal meri raah ko par kar khabar

ye aankhein meri ashk se hain to vaise tar-batar

mere jaan tu khushi na de mere dard me tu utar magar

meri aarzooo meri justaju bata mujhe tujhe kya main doon

koi armaa ab bacha nahi bhatakta hun main dar-badar

meri zindagi meri zindagi shikwa tujhse bhi mujhe hai nahi

mere paas baith kuchh baat kar dekhun tujhe zara ek nazar

meri shayri tuhi ek dua chal khud ko khabardaar kar

khyaalaton me jumbish nahi chaar lafz aaj udhaar kar

meri chahton meri khawishon unhe door ab jane bhi do

sej maine khud sajayi hai barbadiyun ko nahi ab sabar

mere dardedil meri bandagi na sun meri tu jee yunhi

dekh shab‘e‘gham ab ja rahi barpa sahar par tu kahar

mere doston mere saathiyun mujhe chhod do mere haal par

Aey Allah Is Se Pehle K Yeh Duniya Mujhe Ruswa Karde

Aey Allah Is Se Pehle K Yeh Duniya Mujhe Ruswa Karde

Tu Mere Jism , Meri Rooh Ko Acha Karde

Yeh Jo Halat Hai Meri ,Maine Banai Hai Magar

Jaisa Tu Chahata Hai Ab Mujhe Waisa Karde

Mere Her Faislay Main Teri Raza Shamil Ho

Jo Tera Hukum Ho, Woh Mera Irada Karde

(Aameen

mera sub kuch mere gham k siwa takseem hota hai

mera sub kuch mere gham k siwa takseem hota hai

lahoo mera ba andaaz-e hina takseem hota hai

shahensha nok-e khanjar se lakeeren haath par dale

yaha essay bhi kismat ka likhaa takseem hota hai

koye pathar koye suraj koye poojhe sitaron ko

na jaane kitne hison mai khodaa takseem hota hai

zara dekho meri kismat so-embar jeet aaya hon

gaya thaa poochne logon se kya takseem hota hai

mohabat maangti hai saath tera aur too kehta hai

yaha se ab hamara raasta takseem hota hai

shikayat kya karoon main khoda se apni kismat ki

jo kuch takseem hota hai baja takseem hota hai

Friday, December 28, 2012

Holding back the tears of sorrow

Holding back the tears of sorrow

caressing my withered soul

cracked lonely lips bleed

voices whisper "hold on"

A clam rest, half buried.

A clam rest, half buried.
Under the sand.
Forgotten.
Only to soon be swallowed by water.
And stone.
Taken to the depths.
Where it is finally.
Accepted.

In the black night In the overgrown houses

In the black night
In the overgrown houses
Old men sing their cider songs,
Too tired to know that death sits by.
In the black night
In the overgrown houses
The old men sleep fitfully
in freezing isolation
As a full moon sucks their breath
Then prods them to hard stone

الف اللہ چمبے دی بوٹی

الف اللہ چمبے دی بوٹی ميرے من وچ مرشد لائی ہو
نفی اثبات دا پانی مليا ہر رگے ہر جائی ہو
اندر بوٹی مشک مچايا جاں پھلاں تے آئی ہو
جيوے مرشد کامل باھو جيں اے بوٹی لائی ہو

Alif Allah chambay di booti Mere man vich murshad laai… hoo…
Nafi asbat da pani milya Har ragay har jaai… hoo…
Andar booti mushak machaya Jaan phulaan te aai… hoo…
Jeevay murshad kamil bahu Jain ae booti laai… hoo…

Bulleh naalon chula changa

Bulleh naalon chula changa
jithe nitt pakwaan pkayi da
ral fakiran majlis kite
vich bhora bhora khaiy da
laangam naalo thikar changa
jiste nit payr ghasai da
Raab usnu milda bullyah
jihda bakra bney ksayi da

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Friday, December 28, 2012

Thursday, December 27, 2012