Insha G Utho Ab Kuch Karo, Is Shaher Main Jee Ko Lagana Kia

Insha G Utho Ab Kuch Karo, Is Shaher Main Jee Ko Lagana Kia

Classical Poetry from Ibn-e-Insha Poetry Collection

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Har Haqeeqat Majaaz Ho Jaaye

Har haqeeqat majaaz ho jaaye
Kaafiron ki namaaz ho jaaye

Minnat-e-chaara'saaz kaun kare
Dard jab jaan nawaaz ho jaaye

Ishq dil ma rahe to ruswa ho
Lab pe aaye to raaz ho jaaye

Lutf ka intezaar karta hoon
Jor taa hadd-e-naaz ho jaaye

Um'r be'sood kat rahi hai Faiz
Kaash afshaa-e-raaz ho jaaye

By Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Ibn-e-Insha Biography

Ibn-e-Insha (Punjabi, Urdu: ابن انشاء) (b. 15 June, 1927 d. 11 January, 1978) was an eminent Pakistani Leftist Urdu poet, humorist, travelogue writer and columnist. Along with his poetry, he was regarded one of the best humorists of Urdu. His poetry has a distinctive diction laced with language reminiscent of Amir Khusro in its use of words and construction that is usually heard in the more earthy dialects of the Hindi-Urdu complex of languages, and his forms and poetic style is an influence on generations of young poets.

Life

He was born on June 15, 1927 as Sher Muhammad Khan (شیر محمد خان) in Phillaur tehsil of Jalandhar District, Punjab, India. His father hailed from Rajasthan. He did B.A. from Punjab University in 1946 and M.A. from University of Karachi in 1953. He was associated with various governmental services including Radio Pakistan, Ministry of Culture and National Book Centre of Pakistan. He also served UN for some time and this enabled him to visit a lot of places and was the reason of his subsequent travelogues. Some of the places that he visited includes Japan, Philippines, China, Hong Kong, Thailand, Indonesia, Malaysia, India, Afganistan, Iran, Turkey, France, UK and US. Insha got the mentors like, Habibullah Ghazanfer Amrohvi, Dr. Ghulam Mustafa Khan and Dr. Abdul Qayyum. Insha spent much of his time in Karachi. He died of Hodgkin's Lymphoma on January 11, 1978 in London and was buried in Karachi.

Contribution to literature

He is considered as one of the most versatile poets and writers of his generation. His most famous ghazal Insha Ji Utthoo (انشاء جی اٹھو) (Get up Insha Ji, Let's leave from here) is a modern day Classic. His other works include a number of travelogues recorded with a distinguished touch of humour.

Major Works

• Is Basti Key Ik Koochey Main-Poetry- First edition was published in Aug 1976 and till 2003, 22 more editions have been published
• Chand Nagar-Poetry
• Dil-e-Wehshi- Poetry
• Awara Gard Ki Diary-Travelogue
• Dunya Gol Hey-Travelogue
• Ibn Battuta Kay Taqub Main-Travelogue
• Chaltay Ho To Cheen Ko Chaliye-Travelogue
• Nagri Nagri Phira Musafar-Travelogue
• Khumar e Gandum-Humor
• Urdu Ki Aakhri Kitaab-Humor- First edition was published in Jul 1971 and till 2003, 33 more editions have been published
• Khat Insha Jee Kay-Collection of letters

Aziz Itnaa Hi Rakho Ke Ji Sanbhal Aaye

Aziz itnaa hi rakho ke ji sanbhal aaye
ab is qadar bhi na chaaho ke dam nikal jaaye

miley hain yun to bahut aao ab milen yun bhi
ke ruh garmi-e-anfaas se pighal jaaye

muhabbaton mein ajab hai dilon ko dhadkaa saa
ke jaane kaun kahaan raastaa badal jaaye

rahe vo dil jo tamannaa-e-taazaa tar mein
rahe khushaa vo umr jo khvaabon hi mein bahal jaaye


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main vo charaag-e-sar- e-rahguzaar- e-duniyaa hun
jo apni zaat ki tanhaaiyon mein jal jaaye

har ek lehjaa yahi aarzu yahi hasrat
jo aag dil mein hai vo sher mein bhi dhal jaaye

Tiflaan-e-Koocha Gard K Pat'thar Bhi Kuch Nahin

"Tiflaan-e-Koocha Gard K Pat'thar Bhi Kuch Nahin"
By John Elia

Tiflaan-e-koocha gard k pat'thar bhi kuch nahiN
Sauda bhi aik wehm hai aur sar bhi kuch nahiN

MaiN aur khud ko tujh sey chupaaoNga, yaani maiN??
Ley dekh ley miaN mrey andar bhi kuch nahiN

Bas ik ghubaar-e-wehm hai ik koocha gard ka
Deewaar-e-bood kuch nahiN aur dar bhi kuch nahiN

Yeh Shehr daar O' Mohtasib O' Maulavi hi kia
Peer-e-muGhaan O' Rind O' Qalander bhi kuch nahiN

Shaikh-e-haraam luqma ki parwa hai kyuN tumheiN?
Masjid bhi us ki kuch nahiN,mimber bhi kuch nahiN

Maqdoor apna kuch bhi nahiN is dayaar meiN
Shaayad wo jabr hai k muqaddar bhi kuch nahiN

Jaani ! maiN terey naaf piyaaley pey hooN fida
Yeh aur baat hai tra peikar bhi kuch nahiN

Yeh shab ka raqs O' rang hi kia,sun mri kahann
Subh-e-shataab-e-kosh ka daftar bhi kuch nahiN

Bas ik Ghubaar-e-taur gumaaN ka hai teh ba teh
Yaani nazar bhi kuch nahiN,manzar bhi kuch nahiN

Hai ab to aik haal-e-sukoon-e-hameshagi
Parwaaz ka to zikr hi kia,par bhi kuch nahiN

Kitna Daraaoona hai yeh shehr-e-nabood o bood
Aesa Daraaoona k yahaN Darr bhi kuch nahiN

Pehlu meiN hai jo merey kaheeN aur hai wo shakhs
Yaani wafa-e-ehd ka bistar bhi kuch nahiN

Nisbat meiN inn ki jo hai azeeyat wo hai magar
Sheh rag bhi koi shey nahiN aur sar bhi kuch nahiN

YaaraaN ! tumheiN jo mujh sey gila hai to kis liye?
Mujh ko to aetraaz Khuda par bhi kuch nahiN

Guzrey gi John meiN rishtoN k kis tarah?
Dil meiN bhi kuch nahiN hai,zabaaN par bhi kuch nahiN


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Ab Bhi Ajaoo

Wahi Hisaab-E-Tamanna Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao
Wahi Hai Sar Wahi Sauda Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Jisay Gaye Huye Khud Se Ab Ik Zamaana Hua
Wo Ab Bhi Tum Main BhaTakta Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Wo Dil Se Haar Gaya Hai Par Apni Daanish Main
Wo Shakhs Ab Bhi Yagaana Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Main Khud Nahi HooN Koi Aur Hai Miray Andar
Jo Tum Ko Ab Bhi Tarasta Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Main YaaN Se Jaanay Hi Waala HooN Ab, Magar Ab Tak
Wahi Hai Ghar Wahi Hujra Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Wahi Kasha-Kash-E-Ehsaas Hai Ba Har LamHaa
Wahi Hai Dil, Wahi Duniya Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

TumheN Thha Naaz Buhat Jis Ki Naam-Daari Par
Wo Saaray Shehar Main Ruswaa Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

YahaN Se Saath Hi KhuwaaboN K Shehar JayeNgay
Wohi JunooN, Wohi SeHra Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Miri Sharaab Ka Shohra Hai Ab Zamaanay Main
So Yeh Karam Hai To Kis Ka Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Yeh T^aur ! Jaan Jo Hai Meri Bad-Sharaabi Ka
Mujhay Bhala Nahi Lagta Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Kisi Se Koi Bhi Shikwa Nahi Magar Tum Se
Abhi Talak Mujhay Shikwa Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Wo Dil K Ab Hai Lahoo Thookna Hunar Jis Ka
Wo Kum Se Kum Abhi Zinda Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Na-Jaanay Kiya Hai K Ab Tak Mira Khud Apnay Se
Wahi Jo Thha, Wahi Rishta Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Wujood Aik Tamaasha Thha Hum Jo Dekhtay Thhay
Wo Ab Bhi Aik Tamaasha Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Abhi Sadaa-E-Jaras Ka Nahi Hua Aaghaaz
Gubaar Abhi Nahi uTTha Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Hai Meray Dil Ki Guzaarish K Mujh Ko Mut ChhoRo
Yeh Meri JaaN Ka Taqaaza Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Kabhi Jo Hum Nai BaRay Maan Se Basaaya Thha
Wo Ghar UjaRnay Hi Waala Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao

Wo John~ Kon Hai, Jaanay Jo Kuch Nahi Sunta
Hai Jaanay Kon Jo Kehta Hai, Ab Bhi Aajao..

By John Elia


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Tujhay Dekha Hai Jo Darya Ne Idhar Atay Hue,

Tujhay Dekha Hai Jo Darya Ne Idhar Atay Hue,
Kuch Bhanwar Dhoob Gaye Pani Mein Chakratay Hue,

Hum Ne Toh Raat Ko Danton Se Pakar Rakha Hai,
Chheena Jhapti Mein Ufaq Khul Gaya Jatay hue,

Chup Se Pani Mein Utar Jati Hai Gulnar-e-Shafq,
Surkh Ho Jatay Hain Rukhsar Bhi Sharmatay Hue,

Main Na Rahunga Toh Khizan Kaise Katay gi,
Shokh Patay Ne Kaha Shakh Se Murjhatay hue,

Hasratein Apni Bilkeen Na Yateemon Ki tarah,
Humko Awaz De Letay Zara Jatay Hue,

Sii Liye Hont Woh Pakeeza Nighein Sun Kar,
Meli Ho Jati hai Awaz Bhi Duhratay Huee.....!!!!


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Aankh Se Duur Na Ho Dil Se Utar Jaayega

Aankh Se Duur Na Ho Dil Se Utar Jaayega
waqt ka kya hai guzarata hai guzar jaayega

itna maanuus na ho Khilvat-e-Gam se apani
tu kabhi Khud ko bhi deikheygaa to Dar jaayega

tum sar-e-raah-e-wafaa dekhate rah jaaoge
aur vo baam-e-rafaaqat se utar jaayega


zindagi terii ataa hai to ye jaanevaalay
teri baKhshiish teri dahaliz pe dhar jaayega


Doobate Doobate kashti to ochhaalaa dey doon
main nahin koi to saahil pe utar jaayega

zabt laazim hai magar dukh hai qayaamat ka 'Faraz'
zaalim ab ke bhi na royega to mar jaayega



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Aashiqi Be-Dili Se Mushkil Hai

Aashiqi be-dili se mushkil hai
phir muhabbat usii se mushkil hai

ishq aaGaaz hee se mushkil hai
sabr karanaa abhi se mushkil hai

ham ?? aasaan hain aur hamaare liye
dushmani dosti se mushkil hai

jis ko sab be-vafaa samajhate hon
bewafaai usii se mushkil hai

ek do dosray se sahel na jaan
har koi har kisi se mushkil hai

tu baa-zid hai to jaa 'Faraz' magar
vaapasi us gali se mushkil hai


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Kaun Sood-o- Ziyan Ki Dunya Main

Kaun Sood-o- Ziyan Ki Dunya Main
By John Elia

Tum Mera Dukh Baant Rahi ho Main Khud Say Sharminda Hun

"Tum Mera Dukh Baant Rahi ho Main Khud Say Sharminda Hun"
By John Elia

Tum mera dukh baant rahi ho main khud se sharminda hun
apne jhute dukh se tumko kab tak dukh pohonchaunga

Tum to Wafa mein sargardaan ho, shouqe mein raqsaan rehti ho
mujhko zavaal-e-shouqe ka gham hai, main pagal ho jaaunga

Jeet ke mujhko khush mat hona, main to ik pachhtawa hun
khounga, kuRhta hi rahunga, paaunga, pchhtaunga

Ehd-e-Rafaqat thik hai lekin, mujhko aisa lagta hai
Tum to mere saath rahogi, main tanha reh jaaunga

Shaam ko aksar bethay bethay, dil kuch dubne lagta hai
tum mujhko itna mat chaho, main shayad mar jaaunga

Ishq kisi manzil mein aa kar, itna bhi befikr na ho
ab bistar par letunga main, lettay hi so jaaunga


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Samjh Jaana Ke Woh Mein Hu

Hatheli Saamne Rakhna, Ke Sub Aansu Girein Us Mein
Jo Ruk Jaaye Aansu Hatheli Per, Samjh Jaana Ke Woh Mein Hu

Kabhi Jo Chand Ko Dekho Tum Yun Muskura Dena,
Tu Phir Baadal Bhi Aah Jaaye Tu, Samjh Jaana Ke Woh Mein Hu

Jo Chal Jaaye Hawa Thandi, To Aankhein Band Kar Lena,
Jo Jhooka tez Ho Hawa Ka Sub Se, Samjh Jaana Ke Woh Mein Hu

Jab Zaida Yaad Aao Mein, To Rooh Lena Jee Barh Kar
Agar Hichki Koyi Aaye, Samjh Jaana Ke Woh Mein Hu

Agar Tum Bhulana Chaho Mujhe, Shayed Bhula Bhi Do Mujhe,
Magar Jab Dil Ki Dharkan Tez Ho Jaaye To, Samjh Jaana Ke Woh Mein Hu


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Mirza Ghalib Biography

Biography of
"Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan" (Ghalib)

Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan (Urdu/Persian: مرزا اسد اللہ بیگ خان ), pen-name Ghalib (Urdu/Persian: غالب, ġhālib means dominant) and (former pen-name) Asad (Urdu/Persian: اسد, asad means lion) (27 December 1797 — 15 February 1869), was a classical Urdu and Persian poet from India during British colonial rule. During his lifetime the Mughals were eclipsed and displaced by the British and finally deposed following the defeat of the Indian rebellion of 1857, events that he wrote of. Most notably, he wrote several ghazals during his life, which have since been interpreted and sung in many different ways by different people. He is considered, in South Asia, to be the one of the most popular and influential poets of the Urdu language. Ghalib today remains popular amongst Urdu speakers not only in India and Pakistan but also amongst diaspora communities around the world.He never worked for a livelihood, lived on either state patronage, credit or the generosity of his friends.
His fame came to him posthumously. He had himself remarked during his lifetime that although his age had ignored his greatness, it would be recognized by later generations.

Poetry Career

Although Ghalib himself was far prouder of his poetic achievements in Persian, he is today more famous for his Urdu ghazals. Numerous elucidations of Ghalib's ghazal compilations have been written by Urdu scholars. The first such elucidation or Sharh was written by Ali Haider Nazm Tabatabai of Hyderabad during the rule of the last Nizam of Hyderabad. Before Ghalib, the ghazal was primarily an expression of anguished love; but Ghalib expressed philosophy, the travails and mysteries of life and wrote ghazals on many other subjects, vastly expanding the scope of the ghazal. This work is considered his paramount contribution to Urdu poetry and literature.

In keeping with the conventions of the classical ghazal, in most of Ghalib's verses, the identity and the gender of the beloved is indeterminate. The critic/poet/writer Shamsur Rahman Faruqui explains that the convention of having the "idea" of a lover or beloved instead of an actual lover/beloved freed the poet-protagonist-lover from the demands of realism. Love poetry in Urdu from the last quarter of the seventeenth century onwards consists mostly of "poems about love" and not "love poems" in the Western sense of the term.

The first complete English translation of Ghalib's ghazals was written by Sarfaraz K. Niazi and published by Rupa & Co in India and Ferozsons in Pakistan. The title of this book is Love Sonnets of Ghalib and it contains complete Roman transliteration, explication and an extensive lexicon.

Mirza Ghalib was a gifted letter writer. Not only Urdu poetry but the prose is also indebted to Mirza Ghalib. His letters gave foundation to easy and popular Urdu. Before Ghalib, letter writing in Urdu was highly ornamental. He made his letters "talk" by using words and sentences as if he were conversing with the reader. According to him "sau kos se ba-zaban-e-qalam baatein kiya karo aur hijr mein visaal ke maze liya karo" [ from hundred of miles talk with the tongue of the pen and enjoy the joy of meeting even when you are separated] His letters were very informal, some times he would just write the name of the person and start the letter. He himself was very humorous and also made his letter very interesting. He said "main koshish karta hoon keh koi aisi baat likhoon jo parhay khoosh ho jaaye" [ I want to write the lines that whoever reads those should enjoy it] When the third wife of one of his friends died, he wrote... Some scholar says that Ghalib would have the same place in Urdu literature if only on the basis of his letters.They have been translated into English by Ralph Russell, The Oxford Ghalib.

Ghalib was a chronicler of this turbulent period.One by one, Ghalib saw the bazaars – Khas Bazaar, Urdu Bazaar, Kharam-ka Bazaar, disappear, whole mohallas (localities) and katras (lanes) vanish. The havelis (mansions) of his friends were razed to the ground. Ghalib wrote that Delhi had become a desert. Water was scarce. Delhi was now “ a military camp”. It was the end of the feudal elite to which Ghalib had belonged. He wrote:

“An ocean of blood churns around me- Alas! Were these all!
The future will show
What more remains for me to see”.

Popular legend has it that he changed his pen name to 'Ghalib' when he came across this sher (couplet) by another poet who used the takhallus (pen name) 'Asad':

The legend says that upon hearing this couplet, Ghalib ruefully exclaimed, "whoever authored this couplet does indeed deserve the Lord's rahmat (mercy) (for having composed such a deplorable specimen of Urdu poetry). If I use the takhallus Asad, then surely (people will mistake this couplet to be mine and) there will be much la'anat (curse) on me!" And, saying so, he changed his takhallus to 'Ghalib'.

However, this legend is little more than a figment of the legend-creator's imagination.takhallus 'Asad' appears more infrequently in Ghalib's work than 'Ghalib', it appears that he did use both his noms de plume interchangeably throughout his career and did not seem to prefer either one over the other.

Personal Life

Mirza was born in Kala Mahal in Agra. In the end of 18th century, his birthplace was converted into Indrabhan Girls' Inter College. The birth room of Mirza Ghalib is preserved within in the school. Around 1810, he was married to Umrao Begum, daughter of Nawab Ilahi Bakhsh Khan of Loharu (younger brother of the first Nawab of Loharu, Nawab Mirza Ahmad Baksh Khan , at the age of thirteen. He had seven children, none of whom survived (this pain has found its echo in some of Ghalib's ghazals). There are conflicting reports regarding his relationship with his wife. She was considered to be pious, conservative and God-fearing.

Ghalib was proud of his reputation as a rake. He was once imprisoned for gambling and subsequently relished the affair with pride. Once, when someone praised the poetry of the pious Sheikh Sahbai in his presence, Ghalib immediately retorted, "How can Sahbai be a poet? He has never tasted wine, nor has he ever gambled; he has not been beaten with slippers by lovers, nor has he ever seen the inside of a jail." In the Mughal court circles, he even acquired a reputation as a "ladies' man".

He died in Delhi on February 15, 1869. The house where he lived in Gali Qasim Jaan, Ballimaran, Chandni Chowk, in Old Delhi has now been turned into 'Ghalib Memorial' and houses a permanent Ghalib exhibition.

Popular Culture

Indian Cinema has paid a tribute to the legendary poet through a film (in sepia/black and white) named Mirza Ghalib (1954) in which Bharat Bhushan plays Ghalib and Suraiya plays his courtesan lover, Chaudvin. The musical score of the film was composed by Ghulam Mohammed and his compositions of Ghalib's famous ghazals are likely to remain everlasting favorites.

Pakistan Cinema has also paid tribute to the legendary poet through another film also named Mirza Ghalib. The film was directed by M.M. Billoo Mehra and produced as well by M.M. Billoo Mehra for S.K. Pictures. The music was composed by Tassaduq Hussain. The film starred Pakistan film superstar Sudhir playing Ghalib and Madam Noor Jehan playing his courtesan lover, Chaudvin. The film was released on November 24, 1961 and reached average status at the box-office, however, the music remains memorable in Pakistan to this day.

Gulzar produced a TV serial, Mirza Ghalib (1988), telecast on DD National and was quite well-accepted and liked by viewers. Naseeruddin Shah played the role of Ghalib in the serial, and it featured ghazals sung and composed by Jagjit Singh and Chitra Singh.

The Pakistan government in 1969 commissioned Khaliq Ibrahim (died 2006) to make a documentary on Mirza Ghalib. The movie was completed in 1971-72. It is said, that the movie, a docudrama, was historically more correct than what the official Pakistan government point of view was. Thus, it was never released. Till this date, barring a few private viewing, the movie is lying with the Department of Films and Publication, Government of Pakistan. The movie was made on 16 mm format. Ghalib's role was played by actor Subhani Bayunus, who later played this role in many TV productions.

Various theatre groups have staged plays related to the life of Mirza Ghalib. These have shown different lifestyles and the way he lived his life.

Contemporaries and Disciples

Ghalib's closest rival was poet Zauq, tutor of Bahadur Shah Zafar II, the then emperor of India with his seat in Delhi. There are some amusing anecdotes of the competition between Ghalib and Zauq and exchange of jibes between them. However, there was mutual respect for each other's talent. Both also admired and acknowledged the supremacy of Meer Taqi Meer, a towering figure of 18th century Urdu Poetry. Another poet Momin, whose ghazals had a distinctly lyrical flavour, was also a famous contemporary of Ghalib. Ghalib as not only a poet, he was also a prolific prose writer. His letters are a reflection of the political and social climate of the time. They also refer to many contemporaries like Mir Mehdi Majrooh, who himself was a good poet and Ghalib's life-long acquaintance.

Ghalib in today's culture

Ghalib's is still very popular today, and his poetry is well known.

Ab Jo Ik Hasrat-e-Jawani Hai

Fine Words of Great Poet Meer Taqi Meer

Ab jo ik hasrat-e-jawani hai
umr-e-rafta ki ye nishani hai

khak thi maujzan jahan mein, aur
ham ko dhoka ye tha k pani hai

giriya har waqt ka nahin behech
dil mein koi gam-e-nihani hai

ham qafas zad qaidi hain warna
ta chaman parfashani hai

yan huye 'Mir' ham barabar-e-khak
wan wahi naz-o-sargirani hai

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Koi Halat Nahe Yae Halat Hay

John Elia, a great poet he cannot wrote too many books or poetry but his few written books of poetry is a fabulous just like below one poetry retrieve in his collection.

Koi Halat Nahi By:John Elia


Koi Halat Nahe Yae Halat Hay
Yae Tho Aashoob naak Surat Hay

Anjuman Main Yae Meri Khamoshe
Burd Baari Nahe Hay Wehshat Hay

Tanz Perayae Tabas-sum Main
ISs Takalluf Ki Kia Zarurat hay

Tujse Yae Gah Gah Ka Shikwa
Jub Talak Hay basa Ghanimat Hay

Garam Joshe Aur ISs Qadar Kia baat!
Kia Tumhain Mujse Kuch Shekayat hay

Tu be Aay Shakhs Kia karay Aakhir
Muj Ko Sar Pootnay Ki Adath hay

Ab Nikal Aao Apne Andar Se
Ghar Main Samaan Ki Zarurat hay

Hum Ne jana Tho Hum Ne yae jana
Jo Nahe Hay Wo Khoobsurat Hay

Khuwahishain Dil Ka Saath Saath Chor Gayeen
Yae Aziyat bari Aziyat Hay

Log masroof Jantay Hay Mujay
Yaan Mera Gham He Meri Fursat hay

Aaj Ka Din Be Aish Se Guzra
Sar Se Pa Thak Badan Salamat hay

Ji hei ji mein woh jal rahi hogi,

Ji hei ji mein woh jal rahi hogi
By John Elia

Ji hei ji mein woh jal rahi hogi,
chandni mein tahel rahi hogi.

chand ne taan li hai chadar-e-abr
ab woh kapre badal rahi hogi.

surkh aur sabz waadion ki taraf
woh mere saath chal rahi hogi .

charhte charhte kisi pahari per
ab woh karwat badal rahi hogi

perh ki chaal se ragarh kha kar
woh tane se phisal rahi hogi

ho k woh khawab-e-aish se bedaar
kitni hei dair shal rahi hogi.

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John Elia Poetry: Mer chuka hai dil, mager zinda hoon

Mer chuka hai dil, mager zinda hoon
zeher jaisi kuch dawaein chahyein..

poochti hain aap, aap ache to hain..
jee main acha hoon,duaein chahyein

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Bohat dil ko kushada kar lia kia?

John Elia Poetry: Buhat Dil Ko Kushada Kar Lia Kia?

Bohat dil ko kushada kar lia kia?
zamaney bhar se waada kar lia kia?

Tu kia sach much judayi mujhse kar li?
Tu khud apney ko aadha kar lia kia..?

Hunar mandi se apney dil ka safha...
Meri jaan, tum ne saada kar lia kia?

Bohat nazdeek aatey ja rahey ho..
Bicharney ka irada kar lia kia..??



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Thik hey,khud ko hum badaltey hein

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Thik hey,khud ko hum badaltey hein
Shukria mashwarey ka, chaltey hein

Ho raha hon mein kis tarah barbaad
Dekhney waley haath maltey hein..

Hey woh jaan ab har ek mehfil ki...
Hum bhi ab ghar se kam nikaltey hein

Kia takalluf karen yeh kehney mein
Jo bhi khush hey,hum uss se jaltey hein

Tum bano rung,tum bano khushboo....
Hum tu apney sukhan mein dhaltey hein

Hey ajab faisley ka sehra bhi......
Chal na parye tu paaon jaltey hein

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Eh pehum talkh klami si rahi kia

Eh pehum talkh klami si rahi kia
mohabt zeher kha ker ai thi kia ?

muje ab tm se der lagne laga hai
tmhein muj se mohabt ho gai kia?

shikast-e-aetmad-e-zaat k waqt..
qayyamat aa rahi thi, aa gai kia..?

muje shikwa nahi,bus pochna hai
ye tm hansti ho apni hi hansi kia?

humein shikwa nahi aik dosre se...
manana chahie is per khushi kia...?

pade hain ik goshe main guma'n k
bhala hum kia,humari zindagi kia..?

main ab her shakhs se ukta chuka ho
fakt kuch dost hain ,or dost bhi kia..?

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