Miraquill
woh shireen shabnam hai jisse hontu se pia karte hai
Usse sharaaß keh kar mujhe uljhan mai na daal
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poetrynowar
3w
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Dil ka meykhana kharaab nahi hota
Sab ka ishq Azaab nahi hota
Doob jata me bhi fakhr se har baar
Kash woh shaksh sharaab nahi hota
Kya Kya jhela hain aashiqui mein tum ne
Jab bhi mango Hisaab nahi hota
Nighaein baatein karti hain meri
Har baat ka sedha Jawaab nahi hota
Mamoli bashar se kya karte tawa'ku
Har tohfa nayaab nahi hota
Bigaad kar mere halaat rakh diye
Ayan ik Woh hain ki aab nahi hota
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poetrynowar
10w
Ye kaise ishq ki Mujhpe maar padi hain
Dil ke aangan mein tooti dewaar padi hain
Manzil ko pohch aye the jaise tese hum
Samne dekha to waha Haar padi hain
Khud ko samet kar sath laya tha sare apne
Bech rishtun ke dekhta hoon daraar padi hain
Seham gaya hoon me munafiqo se ayyarun se
Yuhi nahi meri Hasratein bemaar padi hain
Milne ata tumse lakin majboori hain meri
Mujhse Pehle lakho ki qataar padi hain
Log dhundte hain ik do wajah barbadi ke
Ayan Mere ghar ko aao hazaar padi hain
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Na Soch unki woh ladkhadate chale gaye honge
Hath mein hath sath Qadam badhate chale gaye honge
Alam e madhoshi mein mohabbat liye dil mein
Nishaan tere zakhmo ke mitate chale gaye honge
Na hosh mein ishq na dosh par hum aur
Woh har soye shaksh ko uthate chale gaye honge
Saharo ne kaise be'sahara kar diye unhein
Qisse Barbadi ke Batate chale gaye honge
Apna jahaan lutate chale gaye honge
Ik dosre ka sath nibhate chale gaye honge
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My heart beat so fast
As if I were escaping from longing,
From innocence, from her
And From myself
Time eluded like a stream
Passing by mountains, through passages
& Through Memories
And People whom i held close to my heart
always ask me if I remember them
Yes I do, everything that ever happened
I remembered,
and I remind
That the only one I have never forgotten
Is the only one who never asked
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Kya tum hamein musalmaan nahi samajhte
Sach to ye hain tum hamein insaan nahi samjhte
Tum chotha mano hum pehla mane ge
Kynki tum Ajar e Risalat ka mizaan nahi samjhte
Sab taabdeel kar diya apni Zaroratun Ke khatir
Ali ka naam aye tum usse Azaan nahi samjhte
Tumne Gairo se deen le kar firqey bana daley
Tum Muhammad ke gharane ka ehsaan nahi samjhte
Ali Allah ke wali hain yahi siraat 'm mustaqeem
Sab Samajhte ho lakin Islam tum meri jaan nahi samjhte
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poetrynowar
11w
Me sochun tumhare sath thodi baat kar lu
Ik bar phir pareshaan apne jazbaat kar lu
Kho gayi hain meri boli be'zubaan kaho mujhe
Alfaaz sametne ke liye pehle paida Halaat kar lu
Jam gaya tha mera khoon thanda jism reh gaya tha
Tere qad o qamat ke wastey Uchi Bisaat kar lu
Murda pade hain mere Ander hasratein kab se
Ay Dil zara Thehro unhein bhi hayaat kar lu
Tiflagi mein dil toot jaye to bashar bikhar jata hain
Me gosha nasheen ho jaun tere naam puri kainaat kar lu
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Naam ka reh gaya hain Pakistan
Is se lakh accha hamara hindustan
Yaha masjidon mein dhamake to nahi hote
Ik Muslim Mulk ka Ganda Dekho Girebaan
Masjid mein doraan e namaz e jumma phir
Dekho Kis hadh tak gir gaya tera musalmaan
Waha ki sarkaar bhi Chor hain yaha jaisi
Alooda Soch sabki, sabki Soch ab pashemaan
Chalayi Goliya Daagein Barood Tumne Namaz mein
Ye kaisa jihaad hain ho tum sab haq se Anjaan
Kam'sin Bacche Mazloom Teri Mazlomiyat ke
Waise Sab ko marna hain yaha sab pal ke Mehmaan
Qabr Mein Jab Munkir Nakeer Ayenge to
Unko Ali Ali Karta Dekh Ho Jaoge Hairaan
Dohrate Rahe Ho Tum Karbala Har Jagah
Suno Hussainiyat mein basi hain Apni Jaan
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poetrynowar
11w
Years of pain
These tears of pain
This Embroilment all over
Shifting gears of pain
The canvas spread inbetween us
Has layers of pain
The cold touched trembling hands
Blows spears of pain
Every heart is filled with filth
And Nobody fears pain
They say, Cheer's pain
Its my Dear's, Pain
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poetrynowar
11w
Me bhi itna khaas nahi hoon
Bas Neeyat Thek Hain Meri
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leena_afsha_ishrot
1d
Read More#remember #postcard #leena_unsaidwords
philophobia - who have a fear of love
Nyctophobia - extreme fear of darkness3:30 a.m. 19-5-22
Piles of seven hundred and thirty-first postcards
Have been delivered to the address, where I visit often
Hardly I have received any replies
Now I recall how y'all body shames me
A bit outspoken
I visualise surrealism and weird fantasy
Unlike Vincent van Gogh, people around me too
Hardly note, how torn I am
But I end up as a clown
I ruin every beautiful things on my way
As a witch in a fairy tale
Exhausted, cold, philophobia
Need a way to carry away my fears
Who often burst into tears
One who crossed the streets of Nyctophobia
At present, the same is attraction to darkness
Isn't it saddening?
©leena_afsha_ishrot -
light_flame
2d
Educative Examhall
Racing hearts & confused brains;
Staring at their Q. papers helplessly as the energy drains.
Standstill pens and roaming eyes;
Answer sheets are filled with deceiving lies!
Searching for solution from the burning grounds,
The invigilators appear to them as cunning hounds.
"Only if I would have studied on time"- crossed their minds.
Only exam hall reminds them of studies- students are those kinds!
Running pens and turning the answer sheet pages;
Very few are focused to create their future free of cages.
Learning takes time and is a gradual process,
Without hardwork & perseverance none can achieve success.
Waves of uncertainty, despair and guilt could be the haunting feelings;
Only education can enlighten them to rise & shine through its teachings.
It's upto you whether life will whisper hope or breathe through silence,
Buckle up students! Since even a small exam can be of great significance.
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soft_zephyr
1w
Poets, pipers, players, jesters,
Or what so ever name they get,
In truth they are children of freedom,
With Exotic fire been beget,
Fed with perennial springs of reason,
Wise and independent in religion,
The kites flown for noble aim,
With mystic life and subtle flame,
Grand mind with majestic thoughts,
Weaving beauty with magical cords,
Butterflies flying with wings of love,
Blooming innocents flowers of earth,
With transparent wings they travel,
Spreading message of love and pleasure,
They carry profound untainted smile,
Like books filled with words divine,
Give them name whatever you desire,
But they are men of divine attire…..
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leena_afsha_ishrot
5d
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जा-नमाज - prayer mat
उल्फत - love
महरूमी - lack
Raqib - observer
शबाब - Beauty
ख़ुतूत - letters
#eena_unsaidwriters #hindiurduwriters
@hindiurduwriters
Welcome to highlight my mistakes ��7:45 a.m. 15-5-22
जब कहां की इस बेहाल में भी
तुम्हारा नाम याद है
तन्हाई से लिपटे हुए अब आदत सी हो गई
पर खून की क़तरा से नहीं है, जाना
ख़ैर, तुम खुश हो मेरे बीना
और मेरी आदत नहीं है किसी के भी ख़ुशी छीनने की
गम से लिपटी हुई है ज़िन्दग़ी
जब भी सजदेह के लिए सर झुकाए जा-नमाज पे
जैसे एक उम्र सी हो गई उल्फत से महरूमी होना
वही जो तुम्हें बनाया और मुझे भी
एक सवाल है उस रकीब से-
"क्यूं जुदाई की शबाब हर शबाब से ख़ूबसूरत होते हैं?"
सब से कीमती चीज खौई है- खुदी को खोया
ये कड़कती बिजलिया अपने मकसद में मधोश एक धुंधली सी नजर है फक़त...
खुद के अलवा अगर कुछ सोचा या चाहत थी तो सिर्फ तुम्हें
और जवाब में जुदाई की एक ख़ुतूत मिलीं
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Lead me to the woods
I like to hear you traipsing in the woods, on a dreary summer when nimble feet crinkle the weed.
The turning of the rain drops, that fumble a part on your skin.
Your dishevelled locks get heavy and stuck, while sweat beads wedged among the tank top begged a wonderer to believe.
A deity of the forest, who walks with innovation
I desire to lapse like those hobbling shoe laces through pressing. Hold on like ticks among the clothes.
I know I have to follow, the rest should remain unknown.
©sinjanb93 -
Grateful to you
She thought I didn't know
That what was unknown to most.
Even if she reared over like a daunting mountain, with tumultuous snowfall.
All I saw before was the settling Autumn leaves.
As lost as the black sky
Yet, scattered across with virtues like the shimmering stars.
I endeared them, so I kept staring until I was not.
Probably in a torn coat or an expensive tunic
Even if a lacking supper, breaks my will.
Or a belly heavy to satisfy, and still unsure
It won't take away your memory before I am no more.
For that I am grateful to you.
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Promises
Little do I wonder what promises entail
If not an extended familiarity, that does not return false
Despite the consternation, does it not commit in knowing the else
A brief interlude and then the usual self
A lot more grievance, and a lot more tears
Yet, by the time we do let bygones be the same
Sitting ideally with a setting sun for company, we tend to enjoy shame
Why would we look for another similar experience
When we cannot fathom the makeup of lost time
Listlessly keeping up with life, with hands in pockets do we roam
Then, we do get people who share our fates
They also realise, the lies we tug
Instead of looking askance, never fail they do to love
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shab bedari sai ishq ankhein namm nahi
Mujhay kisi kay chodnay ka gham nahi
Bas woh laa'fani yai duniya hain jaani har zaat begaani
Aaj bhi woh duniya jiski duniya mein ab hum nahi
Rait sa ishq fisal kay paani sai he milta kyu
Bichadkay khudsay milna khudko kya kam nahi
Sab sai waqif kisi ka nahi hatim hoon main
barosa jispay rakhta uspai koi veham nahi
Dil kaaba maanta qalm jehlum behta jayai
Likhta rehta qaatil e qalb pai koi reham nahi
waqt e zawaal kaisa bawaal khudpai sawaal
Kehti rooh itna nawab kya malaal koi eham nahi
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soft_zephyr
2w
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Flipping through the pages of life
Ran through the diary of emotions
Every page contains a new turbulence
Never ending chaos of decisions
Somewhere in those scribble of lead
I found you in those dried tears
Sometimes in those pressed flowers
And sometimes in wrapping papers
Remembering all the times together
The good, the bad and everything in between
I read through the lines felt emotions unseen
Tracing the pathway of our forever
Those are the bookmarks of our story
Some scratched words, some marked editings
Some torn out pages , some tear dried markings
Some gifts of love ,some tags of apologies
We lived our story, with different shades
Our colourful bookmark painted our scape
As I look Back to the core of our life
We lived through the waves of tears and smiles
©soft_zephyr
#wod #bookmark @miraquill @writersnetwork @milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake @writerstolli @poetrynowarThose are the bookmarks of our story
Some scratched words, some marked editings
Some torn out pages , some tear dried markings
Some gifts of love ,some tags of apologies
We lived our story, with different shades
Our colourful bookmark painted our scape
As I look Back to the core of our life
We lived through the waves of tears and smiles
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soft_zephyr
2w
My
heart flutters
With moon shuffle
Bringing me closer to
Ecstasy
©soft_zephyr
