Every time I see my pansiesVivid in the golden sun,You are with me in my garden,And I am once again a child.Vivid in the golden sun,Their beauty brings me close to tears,And I am once again a childLearning to assume your grace.Their beauty brings me close to tearsAs I join hands with you in love,Learning to assume your grace,Dancing to your inner music.As I join hands with you in love,You are with me in my garden,Dancing to your inner musicEvery time I see my pansies.
na wo wafa ki devi hai…na hai wo bewafayii ki murti….kash khud ko itna bedard na banaya hota …to sayad ushey rok pata….kaheti thi ki “mere pyaar ki umar ho itni sanam ..tere naam se suroo tere naam se khataam…”per naam ka fashla na badha hota itna …to sayad ushey rok pata…khati thi “baith mere pass tujhey dekhti rahoon…..”kass ushkey rooh me utar jata …to sayad ushey rok pata….
kya kahun tum se main ke kya hai ishqjan ka rog hai, bala hai ishqishq hi ishq hai jahan dekhosare aalam mein bhar raha hai ishqishq mashuq ishq aashiq haiyani apna hi mubtala hai ishqishq hai tarzotaur ishq ke tainkaheen banda kaheen khuda hai ishqkon maqsad ko ishq bin pahunchaaarzoo ishq va mudda hai ishqkoyi khvahan nahi mohabbat katu kahe jinsenarawa hai ishqmeerji zard hote jate hainkya kaheen tum ne bhi kiya hai ishq?Poet of the poem/ghazal or Nazam: Meer Taqi Mee
A vase of flowers in a window frame.A house of gentle light amid dark leaves.An ecstasy so sharp it feels like anguish,The pull that makes our beeline an ellipse.No transcendental morning’s inspirationSo ravishes the things we never see.We hear for all our lives a silent musicTo which we dance unknowing through our time.And even when we die, there is a beautyOlder than the cold December stars,A part of us that waits behind the darknessTo take us once again into its arms
Even though just recently we’ve met,I feel you are to me a second mother.Sometimes between one person and anotherThere is a strangely comfortable first fit.With you I feel just like a lonely moonCome to the attraction of an earth,Swinging gratefully across its girthAs if possessed at last by love its own.With the adult need for time and spaceThere is the child’s need for something more:A love that needs no answer at the coreOf all that gives one dignity and grace.
Musaffir K Rasstey Badltey RaheyMuqader Main Chalna Tha Chaltey RaheyKoi Phool Sa Haath Kandhey Pay ThaMere Paaon Magar Sholon Pay Chaltey RaheyMain Rasttey Main Uljha RahaDiyey Uski Rahoon Main Jaltey RaheyWoh Kya Tha Jise Hum Ney Thukra DiyaMager Umer Bher Haath Maltey RaheyMohabbat,Adavar, Wafa,BayrukhiKiraye K Gher The Badltey RaheySuna Hai Unhe Bhi Hawa Lug Gai HaiHawaon K Jo Rukh Badlatey RaheyLipat K Chiraghoon Sey Hum So Gaey Kuchh YunKi Banke Raakh Bhi Hum Jalte Rahe
Ek Bewafa Se Aik Mulaqat Bohat HaiJitna Diya Humnay Tera Saath Bohat HaiDuniya Ko Dil Ke Daagh Dikhaon To Kis TarahAye Zindagi Yeh Raaz Chupaon To Kis TarahApni Tabahiyoon Mein Mera Haath Bohat HaiJitna Bhee Diya Humnay Tera Saath Bohat HaiToota Jo Dil Ka Aaina Tootay Sabhee BharamHoti Hai Umar Pyaar Ki Jeenay Ke Liye KammMarnay Ke Liye Dard Ki Raat Bohat HaiJitna Bhee Diya Humnay Tera Saath Bohat HaiEk Bewafa Se Ik Mulaqat Bohat HaiJitna Bhee Diya Humnay Tera Saath Bohat Hai
ek tuti hui zanjir ki fariyad hain humaur duniya ye samajhati hai ki aazad hain humkyon hamen log samajhate hain yahan paradesiik muddat se isi shahar mein aabad hain humkahe ka tarkevatan kahe ki hijarat babaisi dharti ki isi desh ki aulad hain humhum bhi tamirevatan mein hain barabar ki sharikdarodivar agar tum ho to buniyad hain humhum ko is dauretaraqqi ne diya kya “meraj”kal bhi barbad the aur aj bhi barbad hain humPoet of the poem/ghazal or Nazam: Meraj Faizabadi
Birthday BlessingsInstead of counting candles,Or tallying the years,Contemplate your blessings now,As your birthday nears.Consider special peopleWho love you, and who care,And others who’ve enriched your lifeJust by being there.Think about the memoriesPassing years can never mar,Experiences great and smallThat have made you who you are.Another year is a happy gift,So cut your cake, and say,“Instead of counting birthdays,I count blessings every day!”By Joanna Fuchs
A mother’s love determines howWe love ourselves and others.There is no sky we’ll ever seeNot lit by that first love.Stripped of love, the universeWould drive us mad with pain;But we are born into a worldThat greets our cries with joy.How much I owe you for the kissThat told me who I was!The greatest gift–a love of life–Lay laughing in your eyes.Because of you my world still hasThe soft grace of your smile;And every wind of fortune bearsThe scent of your caress.
fitana phir aj uthane ko hai sar lagata haikhoon hi khoon mujhe rangesahar lagata haiman lun kaise ki main aib sarapa hun faqatmere ahabab ka ye husnenazar lagata haikal jise phunka tha ye kah ki ki dushman ka hai gharsochata hun to wo aj apana hi ghar lagata haiehatiyatan koi dar phod lain divar mein abshor badhata hua kuch janibedar lagata haiek daravaza hai har samt mein khulane ki liyehon na ho ye to mujhe shekh ka ghar lagata haiPoet of the poem/ghazal or Nazam: Anand Narain Mulla
ek bekasi hai hijr ki maron ki sath sathtuta hai mera dil bhi saharon ki sath sathjee bhar ki dekhane bhi na paye the chup gayearman bhi hain udas nazaron ki sath sathdil mein vafureshauq ka tufan liye huyekhamosh jagata hun sitaron ki sath sathitani to mahviyat ho tasavvur mein tere dostkhud ko bhi bhool jaun nazaron ki sath sath“yahya” ye aag ishq ki phir bhi na bujh sakihai dil mein ashkegam bhi shararon ki sath sathPoet of the poem/ghazal or Nazam: Yahya Jasdanwalla
garaj baras pyasi dharti par phir pani de maulachidiyon ko dana, bachon ko gudadhani de maulado aur do ka jod hamesha char kahan hota haisoch samajhavalon ko thodi nadani de maulaphir roshan kar zeher ka pyala chamaka nai salibenjhuthon ke duniya mein sach ko tabani de maulaphir murat se bahar aakar charon or bikhar japhir mandir ko koi mira divani de maulatere hote koi kisi ke jan ka dushman kyon hojinevalon ko marane ke aasani de maulaPoet of the poem/ghazal or Nazam: Nida Fazli
Teri Doli Uthi,Meri Mayyat Uthi,Phool Tujh Par Bhi Barse,Phool Mujh Par Bhi Barse,FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,Tu Saj Gayi,Mujhe Sajaya Gaya ,Tu Bhi Ghar Ko Chali,Main Bi Ghar Ko Chala,FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,Tu Uth Ke Gayi,Mujhe Uthaya Gaya ,Mehfil Wahan Bhi Thi,Log Yahan Bhi The,FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,Unka Hasna Wahan,Inka Rona Yahan,Qazi Udhar Bhi Tha, Molvi Idhar Bhi Tha,Do Bol Tere Pade, Do Bol Mere Pade,Tera Nikah Pada, Mera Janaaza Pada,FARQ SIRF ITNA SA THA,Tujhe Apnaya Gaya ,Mujhe Dafnaya Gaya
Musafir Hu Mai,Bas Chalna Hu Janta,Kabhii Is Shehar, Kabhi Us Shehar,Bas Manzil K Nishan Bhapta!Kahi Khudse Bate Karta,Kabhi Oro K Dekhkar Sochta,Jo Raste Me Milte Hai,Unse Mera Kya Wasta!Mai Nadi Ki Lehar Hu,Kabhi Is Chor, Kabhi Us Chor,Jaha Milta Ho Samunder,Mujhe Chalna Hai Usi Ore!Mai Panchi Hu Azad,Pankh Fehraye Udjata Hu,Is Desh Kabhi Us Desh,Mai Apni Pyas Mitata Hu!Mai Kavi Ki Kalpana,Jo Uthao To Uth Jata Hu,Jo Girao To Gir Jata Hu,Jab Bhi Chaho Naya Sawera,Mai Andhakar Me Kho Jata Hu!
