Dosti

Zindagi bhar zindagi kee talash rahi..

Umar bhar thodi dosti kee pyas rahi..

mujhe chor ke sab the saath mere..

Aur mai sochta raha .. kee koi bhee kyo mere saath nahi

Dosti


Dosti wo thee.. jiska yakeen kabhi humne kiya nahi..

Zindagi wo thee.. jise humne kabhi jiya nahi..

Hume kuch nahi diya zindagi ne.. ye shikayat rahi hamesha..

Aur zindagi, zindagi bhar humse udaas rahi..

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Mery Khuda

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Payar k Ashaar

Ankhain
Kabhi Pyaar Dekhna Ho To Meri aankhon Mein Dekhna,
Kabhi Izhaar Dekhna Ho To Mere Honto Par Dekhna,
Agar Meri Khubsurat Duniya Dekhni Ho to Aaina Dekhna.

Dost

Mere Sapno Mein Ek Pyara Sa Dost Aata Hai,
Uske Saath Gujra Har Wo Pal Yaad Aata Hai,
Dil Karta Hai Yeh Lamha Yahi Ruk Jaye,
Kyun Woh Sapna Subah Hote Hi Toot Jata Hai.

Bina Dard Ke Aansu Bhaye Nahi Jate,
Bina Pyaar Ke Rishte Nibhaye Nahi Jate,
Zindagi Me 1 baat Yaad Rakhna Mere Dost,
Kisi ko Rulakar Apne Sapne Sajaye Nahi Jate.

Naam

Jub Woh Mera Naam Apne Haathon Ki,
Lakeeron Main Talash Kar Ke Thak Gaya,
Toh Dheere Se Sir Jukaya Or
Muskara Ke Kaha
" Lakeere Jooth Bolti Hai "

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Ashqon Ka Musafir


Wafa ki aandhiyon me main kho sa gaya hun
Tanhayion ka saathi,Dard ke kistiyon ka Maahi
Kya karun main ALAM main unhen nahin bhul sakta
Mai Ashqon ka musaafir , bhatka huwa main raahi

Khwabon me wo aate ,main aksar hun jaag jaata
Paas baithti hai ROOH unki, Sar sahlati hai O yunhi
Ro padta hun main,chehra unke ghesunwon me chhupa ke
Mai Ashqon ka musaafir , bhatka huwa main raahi

Dard ka EHSAAS jab uthta hain yaar ALAM mujhme
Bechain hoti hain nigaahen,dhundhta hun tanhayi
Hichkiyon ke doure padte,RooH tak bhi bhing jaati
Mai Ashkon ka musaafir , bhatka huwa main raahi

Ladta hun KHUDA se main,Duwaon me yaar aksar
Kyon tune use bulaaya ,kyon chhini honto se mere paani
Phir Samjhaata hun khud ko ,ye khel kismet ka hai saara
Mai to hun hi Ashkon ka musaafir , bhatka huwa main raahi

Dard main kis se baantun , na hai koi qarib mere
Bhar chuki hai KALAM me ALAM khun ki syaahi
Likhta hun main isse,bujhata hun pyaas APNI
Mai Ashkon ka musaafir , bhatka huwa main raahi

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Happy diwali to all Indian's friends

Hai Roshni ka ye Tyohar,
Laye Har Chehre par Muskaan,
Sukh aur Samridhi ki Bahaar,
Samet lo Saari Khushiyan,
Apno ka Saath aur Pyar,
Is Pawan Avsar par,
Aap sab ko Diwali ki Shubhkamnayein!!!
Diwali ke Is Mangal Avsar par,
Aap Sabhi ki Manokamna Puri ho,
Khushiyan Apke Kadam Chume,
Isi Kamna ke Saath aap Sabhi ko,
Diwali ki Dhero Badhaiyan
Jagmag Thali Sajao,
Mangal Deepo ko Jalao,
Apne Gharo aur Dilo main Asha ki Kiran Jagao,
Khushali aur Samridhi se bhara ho apka jeevan,
Isi Kamna ke Saath Shubh Deepawali.
Diwali Aaye Apne sang Khushiyon ki Bahar laye,
Jagmagate Diyo Se Diwali Ka Swagat Karo,
Aap Sabhi ko Diwali ke Shubh Avsar par,
Dher Saari Shubkamnayein.
Hope the festival of lights enlightens your home and heart with peace and serenity. Wishing you loads of joy and happiness on Diwali.

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Dosti



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Na Tujhay chor Sakte Hain


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Ghair Ki Ho K Bhi

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Sans Lena Bhi Saza Lagta Hy

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Nahi Kisi Sy Bigarna

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Kisay Maloom Tha

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Sitary jo Damakty Hain

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Best Ghazals

Aatish's ghazal: Ye aarzoo thi tujhe gul ke rubaru karte

เคฏे เค†เคฐเคœ़ू เคฅी เคคुเคे เค—ुเคฒ เค•े เคฐूเคฌเคฐू เค•เคฐเคคे
เคนเคฎ เค”เคฐ เคฌुเคฒเคฌुเคฒ-เค-เคฌेเคคाเคฌ เค—ुเคซ़्เคคเค—ू เค•เคฐเคคे

เคชเคฏाเคฎเคฌเคฐ เคจ เคฎเคฏเคธ्เคธเคฐ เคนुเค† เคคो เค–़ूเคฌ เคนुเค†
เคœ़ुเคฌाเคจ-เค-เค—़ैเคฐ เคธे เค•्เคฏा เคถเคฐเคน-เค-เค†เคฐเคœ़ू เค•เคฐเคคे!

เคฎेเคฐी เคคเคฐเคน เคธे เคฎเคน-เค“-เคฎเคนเคฐ เคญी เคนैं เค†เคตाเคฐा
เค•िเคธी เคนเคฌीเคฌ เค•ी เคฏे เคญी เคนैं เคœुเคธ्เคค्เคœू เค•เคฐเคคे

เคœो เคฆेเค–เคคे เคคेเคฐी เคœ़ंเคœीเคฐ-เค-เคœ़ुเคฒ्เคซ़ เค•ा เค†เคฒเคฎ
เค…เคธीเคฐ เคนोเคจे เค•ी เค†เคœ़ाเคฆ เค†เคฐเคœ़ू เค•เคฐเคคे

เคจ เคชूเค› เค†เคฒเคฎ-เค-เคฌเคฐเค—เคถ्เคคा เคคाเคฒเค…'เคˆ เค†เคคเคถ
เคฌเคฐเคธเคคी เค†เค—, เคœो เคฌाเคฐां เค•ी เค†เคฐเคœ़ू เค•เคฐเคคे

(เค†เคคिเคถ เคฒเค–เคจเคตी)

ye aarzuu thii, tujhe gul ke ruu-ba-ruu karte
ham aur bulbul-e-betaab guftguu karte

payaambar na mayassar hua, to Khuub huaa
zubaan-e-Ghair se kyaa sharaH-e-aarzuu karte

meri tarah se mah-o-mahar bhii haiN aavaara
kisii habiib kii ye bhi haiN justujuu karte

jo dekhte terii zanjeer-e-zulf kaa aalam
asiir hone ki aazaad aarzuu karte

na puuchh aalam-e-bargashta taala'aii Aatash
barastii aag, jo baraaN ki aarzuu karte

Aatish
(Khwaja Haider Ali Aatish Lucknowi is one of the giants of Urdu literature who was born in 1778 and died in 1848. Aatish and Nasikh were contemporary poets whose rivalry is well-known. Both had hundreds of disciples. The era of Aatish-Nasikh was a golden era for Urdu poetry in Lucknow.)

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Best Urdu Poetry by Emaan Ali

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A Ghazal From Saghir Siddiqui

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Ahmed Fraz Poetry - Khana Badoosh

Ahmed Fraz is a big name in Urdu Poetry. Whenever some one talks about Quality Urdu Poetry, he/she can’t miss the name of legend Ahmed Fraz. Here is one of his classic urdu ghazal,

ahmed_fraz_1-1

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What is Poetry?

What is Poetry?

Meaning of the word Poetry

Poetry is a
word of Greek origin. It comes from a verb with means “to
make, to create”. A poem is “something made or created”. The
poet is the creator and language is the material out of
which s/he creates his/her work of art.

Origins:

The precise origins of poetry are unknown. It is a very
ancient art which was born as an oral form and accompanied
by simple music and dance. it expressed what people regarded
as meaningful and memorable in their lives: natural
disaster, births and deaths, brave actions, dangerous
enemies, battles, etc.


It was often part of religious rites. Poets and listeners
enjoyed playing with words, choosing and arranging them to
produce music and meaning
.

What a poem is:

Today poems exist in printed form, but the careful choice
and arrangement of words still account for the unique
quality of poetry.

Like other literary works poetry is made up of words. But
what is special about poetry? How is reading poetry
different from reading prose? A good start to answering the
question is to consider what poetry is concerned with:
poems.

A poem is a self-contained text, which makes sense as it
stands. It differs from prose most obviously because it is
written in lines whose length is decided by the author, not
the printer.


How the poem looks on the page, its visual
lay-out
, is as important as its sound
quality. A poem makes intense use of
language,
which results in a fare greater concentration of meaning
than is commonly found in prose.

Guidelines for reading Poetry:

In approaching a poem, you can ask the text some simple
questions which should help you to understand it:

- What is the poem about?

- Who is the voice speaking in the poem?

- To whom is the poem addressed?

- How is the poem written?

- Why has the poem been written?

Then… just enjoy it:)

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Nazeer Akbarabadi

Nazeer Akbarabadi (real name "Wali Muhammad") was an Indian poet of 18th century who wrote Urdu ghazals and nazms under nom de plume "Nazeer". His father was Muhammad Farooq and his mother was the daughter of Nawab Sultan Khan who was the governor of Agra Fort. Agra, the Indian city, was known as Akbarabad after Mughal emperor Akbar at that time.

Nazeer's date of birth is not certain but most of his biographers believe that he was born in Delhi (then called "Dihli") in 1735 AD. The period of his birth coincided with the decline of the Mughal empire in India.


In 1739 Nazeer was still a child when Nadir Shah attacked Delhi and Muhammad Shah Rangeela was arrested. He was later released but countless people were mercilessly killed in Delhi. The horrors of this plunder were still fresh in the minds of people when 18 years later, in 1757 AD, Ahmad Shah Abdali attacked Delhi. People left Delhi for safer cities. Nazeer along with his mother and grandmother also abandoned Delhi and migrated to Akbarabad. At this time Nazeer was 22 years old.

It is said that Nazeer's poetic treasure consisted of about 200,000 verses but unfortunately a bigger portion of it is destroyed and only 6000 verses are available in printed form. No other Urdu poet used as many words as Nazeer did. Nazeer's poetry conveyed the plight of the common people in their own everyday language and was very popular among the masses. It was due to this lack of the "elite" element perhaps that Nazir's genius was not recognized until much later.

But in spite of this neglect, some of his poetic treasure is still available and some of his poems, such as Banjara Nama (chronicle of a nomad/gypsy), Kaljug nahin karjug hai yeh, Aadmi Naama (chronicle of man), etc., became immortal. Such poems find their place in school text books and discerning fans of Urdu poetry will not fail to recognize the greatness of Nazeer's verse.



He left for us about 600 ghazals, although his nazms are said to be more worthy of admiration. In fact, Nazeer's growing popularity is due to his nazms. He was purely a "People's poet" and his nazms reflected various aspects of the daily life of his age, all types of religious and social events with even minor details in which common people can be seen laughing, singing, teasing, playing.

He wrote nazams about religious and social festivals, such as Diwali, Holi, Eid, Shab-e-baraat, about fruits and about animals and birds, about seasons and even inanimate objects, such as paisa, rupaiaa, rotiyaan, aata-daal (meaning "flour" and "lentils"), "pankha" (meaning "fan") and "kakrhi" (a kind of cucumber). He wrote nazms about different aspects of human life, such as "muflisi" (Urdu word meaning "poverty") and "kohrinamah" (chronicle of a leper). The canvas of Nazeer's nazms is so vast that it encompasses all aspects of human behavior and every person can find nazms that can suit his taste.

Nazeer Akbarabadi's contemporaries were Mirza Muhammad Rafi Sauda, Mir Taqi Mir, Sheikh Qalandar Bakhsh Jurat, Inshallah Khan Insha, and Ghulam Hamdani Mushafi. He was young during the age of Sauda and Mir and might be a middle aged man during the age of Jur'at, Insha and Mushafi.
Though the era of modern nazm credits Altaf Hussain Hali and Muhammad Hussain Azad, Nazeer could arguably be considered Father of Urdu Nazm because he preceded them.

Nazeer died in 1830 AD, at 98.

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Parveen Shakir

Parveen Shakir represented an era. A bright student, popular in the company of such gifted friends as Shahida Hassan and Khushbakht Alia, she started writing verse at a young age, simultaneously devoting herself to the study of English and Urdu classics as well as modern literature, thereby enriching her knowledge and embellishing her diction.

Parveen Shakir also wrote prose, contributing weekly columns in Urdu, and articles in English. In addition, she was an established Mushaira ‘star’, captivating the audience by her pleasant recital without the use of melody. She exercised her talent in all genres of poetry, not neglecting free verse, and even the controversial ‘prose poem’, but Parveen emerges triumphant in ghazal.

Ghazal, a compact lyrical poem consisting of independent couplets and dealing with the themes of love, wine, life’s enigmas and cos mic mysteries, is the main offering at poetic functions. Parveen earned kudos as a ghazal writer, discovering the extra dimension of uplifting poetry, and feeling perfectly at ease with the conventions of prosody. Her rhythmic flow and polished wording blend nicely with music, enabling a vocalist to excel him or herself while rendering her couplets. Furthermore, a litmus test of a poet’s popularity is the number of times his or her lines are on the tip of everybody’s tongue. Ghalib, Iqbal and Faiz are among the most proverbially quoted poets. Young Parveen shyly rubs shoulders with these exalted bards as an oftrepeated modern versifier.




‘You are now dead for us’, is the cruel verdict that an audacious girl frequently draws from her parents in our seemingly educated, but essentially obscurantist, society. Parveen Shakir also had to hear it, and courageously faced the consequences. ‘Don’t ask me’, she once replied when questioned about her marital difficulties, ‘Ask Parveen Qadir Agha, who would give you a fuller answer. Marriage is always a risky business, and doubly so for a poetess.’ But she bore the brunt of these misfortunes like a heroine.

Parveen Shakir, the graceful poetess and an upright government functionary, on her way to the office, was crushed (like a rose) when an autobus hit her car. And like the replay of an oft-repeated drama, the sequence of our reaction was unfolded in a very predictable fashion.

The ghastly tragedy takes place, driver of the killer vehicle vanishes into thin air, dignitaries throng to the res idence of the victim, glowing tributes are paid to her, and literary ‘references’ are held, culminating in the epitaphic In Memoriam on the television screen. Another grim question mark is flung into the oblivion of national mysteries.


And it is the end of a fragrant life.

Parveen Shakir was born on 24th November, 1952 in Karachi, Pakistan. She was highly educated with two masters degrees, one in English literature and one in linguistics. She also held a Ph.D and another masters degree in Bank Administration.

She was a teacher for nine years before she joined the Civil Service and worked in the Customs department. In 1986 she was appointed the second secretary, CBR in Islamabad.

A number of books of her poetry have been published. In chronological order, they are Khushboo (1976), Sad-barg (1980), Khud-kalaami (1990), Inkaar (1990) and Maah-e-Tamaam (1994). Her first book, Khushboo, won the Adamjee award. Later she was awarded the Pride of Performance award, which is the highest award given by the Pakistan government.

On 26th December, 1994, on her way to work, her car collided with a truck and the world of modern Urdu poetry lost one of its brightest stars.

Parveen Shakir initially wrote under the pen-name of 'Beena'. She considered Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi her 'ustad' and used to called him 'Ammuja
an'
.

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Meer Taqi Meer

Mir Taqi Mir(b. 1723 - d. 1810), whose original name was Mohammed Taqi and takhallus was Mir was the leading Urdu poet of the eighteenth century, and one of the pioneers who gave shape to the Urdu language itself. He was one of the principal poets of the Delhi school of the Urdu ghazal and remains arguably the foremost name in Urdu poetry often remembered as Khuda-e-Sukhan meaning God of verse.

He was born in Agra, India (called "Akbarabad" at the time), which at the time was ruled by the Mughals, in 1723. He left for Delhi, at the age of 11, following his father's death. His philosophy of life was formed primarily from his father, whose emphasis on the importance of love and the value of compassion remained with him through his life and imbued his poetry. At Delhi, he finished his education and joined a group of nobility as a courtier-poet. He lived much of his life in Mughal Delhi. However, after Ahmad Shah Abdali's sack of Delhi each year starting 1748, he eventually moved to the court of Asaf-ud-Daulah in Lucknow, at the king's invitation. Distressed to witness the plundering of his beloved Delhi, he gave vent to his feelings through some of his couplets. He remained in Lucknow for the remainder of his life.

Mir's literary reputation is anchored on his ghazals. Mir lived at a time when Urdu language and poetry was at a formative stage - and Mir's instinctive aesthetic sense helped him strike a balance between the indigenous expression and new enrichments coming in from Persian imagery and idiom, to constitute the new elite language known as Rekhta or Hindui. Basing his language on his native Hindustani, he leavened it with a sprinkling of Persian diction and phraseology, and created a poetic language at once simple, natural and elegant, which was to guide generations of future poets.


After his move to Lucknow, his beloved daughter died, followed by his son, and then his wife. This, together with other earlier setbacks (including his traumatic stages in Delhi) lends a strong pathos to much of his writing - and indeed Mir is noted for his poetry of pathos and melancholy.
Mir made no secret of his attachments to young louts, and wrote of his passing fancy for Attar Ka Launda the son of a perfumer and Memar Ka Larka son of a mason.


While some historians have read into Mir's verse his own feelings and experiences, whether that be love for boys or love for women, others hold that "Such contradictory visions of Mir's life and times arise from the effort to extract from Mir's ghazals information that they simply do not contain."

What Mir was practicing was probably the Malamati or Blameworthy aspect of the Sufi tradition. Using this technique, a person ascribes to oneself an unconventional aspect of a person or society, and then plays out its results, either in action or in verse.
Mir was a prolific writer. His complete works, Kulliaat, consist of 6 dewans, containing 13,585 couplets comprising all kinds of poetic forms: ghazal, masnavi, qasida, rubai, mustezaad, satire, etc.
Mir's famous contemporary, also an Urdu poet of no inconsiderable repute, was Mirza Rafi Sauda.
He died in Lucknow, of a purgative overdose, on 20 September
1810.

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