Mehfile Shier-o-Adab محفل شعر و ادب (Poetry Sharing Point)

Night_Hawk · Apr 27, 2011

Night_Hawk · Apr 27, 2011

Night_Hawk · Apr 27, 2011

canadian · Apr 28, 2011

suno....! Jaane se kuch pehle

meri Aankhen sula dena...!

Barasti boond chun chun ker koi gajra bana dena,
Mere haathon main baalon main kabhi baarish saja dena,

Kisi khushboo ka an-dekha sa aanchal orrh lon sur se,
Gulabon kuch lamhe ko tum mujhe apni adaa dena,

Wo mere haath per honton ko rakhe pyaas k dukh main,
Isi khatir hatheli per koi dariya bana dena,

Bikharti dhoop se chahre main behte aab per dekhon,
Zara paani main apne aks ka manzar mila dena,

Main bhar loon haath ka piyala sunheri dhoop kirnon se,
Mere sooraj ko dariya k kinaare per bula dena

Arslan · Apr 28, 2011

Jab Tere Sheher me Raha karte The,
Hum Bhi Chup Chaap Jiya karte The..!
Aankhon me Piyas Huwa karti Thi,
Dil me Toofan Utha karte The..!
Log Aate The Ghazal Sunne,
Hum Teri Baat kiya karte The..!
Ghar ki Diwaar Sajane ki khatir,
Hum Tera Naam Likha karte The..!
Aaj Teri Tasveer Dekhi To YAAD Aaya,
Kabhi Hum Bhi MOHABBAT kiya karte the !!

Arslan · Apr 28, 2011

Abhi Soraj Nahi Dooba…
Zara Si Shaam Toh honay Do…!
Mein Khud Hi Loat Jaonga…
Mujhe Nakaam Toh Honay Do…
Mujhe Badnaam Karne Ke Bahane Dhund Rahe Ho Kyu ..?
Mein Khud Ho Jaonga Badnaam..
“Pehle Naam Toh Hone Do…
Meri Hasti Nahi Anmol “Phir Bhi Bik Nahi Sakti..”
Wafaain Bech Lena Per..
“Zara Nelaam Toh Honay Do..”
Naye Aaghaz Me Hi.. “Hosla Kyun Tor Bethe Ho..?”
Jeet Jaoge Tum Sab Kuch..
“Zara Anjaam Toh Hone Do..”

MrImranKhan · Apr 28, 2011

ayshairas said:
Abhi Soraj Nahi Dooba…
Zara Si Shaam Toh honay Do…!
Mein Khud Hi Loat Jaonga…
Mujhe Nakaam Toh Honay Do…
Mujhe Badnaam Karne Ke Bahane Dhund Rahe Ho Kyu ..?
Mein Khud Ho Jaonga Badnaam..
“Pehle Naam Toh Hone Do…
Meri Hasti Nahi Anmol “Phir Bhi Bik Nahi Sakti..”
Wafaain Bech Lena Per..
“Zara Nelaam Toh Honay Do..”
Naye Aaghaz Me Hi.. “Hosla Kyun Tor Bethe Ho..?”
Jeet Jaoge Tum Sab Kuch..
“Zara Anjaam Toh Hone Do..”

Thanks for very nice sharing.

adnan78692 · Apr 28, 2011

canadian · Apr 29, 2011

"where have you been,when they called you out to pray?
Where were you wasting your time,now that your time is over?
Sakaratul Maut has come to catch your soul
and to your Lord you will return!
So don't complain youself,it's too late to delay.
now your soul let me uncover;
let's see what you did in your life.
Don't cry,this will not bring you back,
you should have thought to Allah before,
He'll decide if you'll raise or if you'll burn.
But now it's time for you to pass away:
close your eyes,and sleep until the Judging Day"

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canadian · Apr 29, 2011

Quick poem.....

Accept my leave
By Abu Khattab

I took her hands and I put them in mine,
As I paused from saying what I was going to do.
She knew that my life would eventually end,
But did she know when? Not even a clue.

The ring remained on the finger of hers,
To her, a testament to the promise I made.
I looked in her eyes and reassured her heart,
That on the Day of Judgement we will get paid.

Her tears began to roll down her cheeks,
Heartache spread but it was for the best.
The rose splitting from the soil beneath,
As finally, my dream, I would put to rest.

She knew who she married when she accepted the conditions,
A man whose aims were evident in his kunya.
A life in tatters that was sewed back with battle,
Awaiting his release from the shackles of this dunya.

I stroked her hands with the tips of my thumbs,
A gentle smile took up my face.
A kiss I gave her on the surface of her hand,
As I told her that finally I had found my place.

I bid her farewell for the final time,
As I closed the door behind my leave.
I looked at my hand and I saw her tears,
As I heard her crying and her silent heave.

I walked the path towards my dream,
My footsteps fading against the snow.
Finally now I could meet my Lord,
When finally my blood would begin to flow.

I left her - yes - but I'll see her again,
By the Will of my Lord it will be in the garden.
The gift of martyrdom is more dear to me,
For her sins I can ask my Lord to pardon.

So I face my enemy and I take up arms,
Awaiting the bullet to strike my heart.
The time is ticking as I await my prize,
Where me and my rose wouldn't be apart.

What more could I say as I await that time?
A sweetness is near and I can smell the scent.
To face my Lord in an honourable fashion,
And say "my Lord for you my life I have spent."

adnan_swati · Apr 29, 2011

iss ko bhi apnay khuda honay per itna hi yaqeen tha

Night_Hawk · Apr 29, 2011

Re: Poetry Sharing, Mehfile Shier-o-Adab محفل شعر و ادب (Poetry Sharing Point)

Night_Hawk · Apr 29, 2011