Sher-o-Shayari ...(1)

Disclaimer:::This is the my first swipe at the ornate language of urdu ,so pardon any mistakes and serious misunderstandings as far as the language knowledge is concerned...

Shikan-E-Muhabbat



Rasookh hai mere zehen mein,
khuloos hai tere youvan mein,
parwana hoon,koi patanga nahi,
Ye dayra kyon?,koi paimana to nahi?

Mohabbat ki is jahaan mein,
kadra ki hai fakir-o-shaan ne,
mai to is takalluf ka taakid nahi,
Ye mohabbat meri,teri mulakaat ki mohtaaj nahi.

Ye sher likhta hoon main,bhula ke sara jahaan,
hamare dil ki dhadkano ko abhi aapne suna kahaan,
reh jaaoge dil ko thaam,gar sunoge is aashik ki guhar,
ye guzarish hai tumse,kar lo hamari khamoshi main chhupe pyar ka intezar.

Khumaar hai ab, din raat ka ab gumaan nahi,
jawaab ka intezar hai,bakhuda abhi hum fanaa nahi,
manzoor nahin hai to bas teri berukhi,
taye hai hamara milna,khuda ki yehi hai khudi.


Khuda ki khwaiish


Aalam ye hai ki sab kuch surkh hai,
Khuda ke nagar main yeh banda kurk hai,
khidmat-e-shaitan hai insaan hua,
marz ye hai bada,isne sabko chhua.

Kamzarf bhatakta kyun hai pak ki chah main?
apne dil ko tatol,kya band hai us mazar main?
nakliyat ko paas rakh kar kya haasil hoga bande?
asli sukoon to allah ki janib main hi payega sunle.

Khali poshak pehankar,aur sar par sajde ki shaan lekar,
yeh yakin na kar lena ki tu parvardigar ko paa jayega,
apne haath khol,apna dil udel,tab jaakar kahin,
tere khoon main jo khalish hai,use mita paayega.

Azan kar,khuda ko yaad kar,to sabhi kehte hain,
par tu tabhi ibadat kar,jab sab us rehnuma ko bhoolte hain,
yaad rakh,rukhsar par sharifiyat ka to sabhi odh lete hai choga,
tu apni kaifiyat main qaid kar le fazihat,khuda tera hi hoga.


Dua Hai ..


Ya khuda,aye parvardigar,mere walden ka rakha khayal,
Main abhi door sahi unse,par unka noor hi hai mere zehen main har bar,
itna shaoor chhod dena mujhme,ki na meri vajah se tapke unke aansoon,
har ek nazm ko meri,har ek saans ko meri,hai unke hi shaan-e-darbaar ke didar ki darkar.


Itna mubarak hoon main,ki hosh paya apni ammi ke aagosh mein,
kitna sukoon hai,kitna josh hai,apne abba ke saath ki gayi mauj mein,
ye pal yadgaar hai meri zindagi ke,sanjo rakhna tu inhe apne nigah-e-soz main,
rapta hai bas inhi se mera,inhi se mera mukaddas hai,inhi se hai mera jahaan.


Eid,diwali ya lohdi,main nahi bhoola karna inka istekbal,
lanat bhejoon inke naam-e-pak par,aisa koi bhi kaam to bas hai haraam,
khafa na karna in farishton ko mujhse kabhi,kahan se laaonga main teri roshni ke ye do sitare dobara,
ata kar de meri umr bhi unhe,aane de apne jahaaz par mujhe,chhoone de kinara.

Harek marz,harek tees,har nasoor ka kadha hai meri walda,
apne walid se sikha hai maine salika,sharifiyat ka wo kayda,
namaz jo maine padhi makka ki jaanib,yahi do chehre zarranashin hue mere chashme-baddoor par,
khuddari bakshi hai tune mujhe,wada karta hoon ek shikan bhi na aane doonga hozoor apne walden ke rangonoor par.


Aashiqui...

badmizaz hai tere bina ye aalam,
viraan hai sab kuch,syahi nahi hai,kaise utaoon main kalam,
ek nazrana lekar aaya hoon,karta hoon tujhe salaam,
aadab baja lata hoon sar jhuka,kar na dena tu ise kalam.

khair,ranjish nahi hai aapke didar-e-sharif se,
par main ibadat kaise karoon ab us rafeeq se,
aapki hi hai ye inayat,ki ab mehwash hai mere salib pe,
rakhi hui hai aapki amanat,jaan bhi mang lena ab is garib se.

Sarfira nahi main,na hi hoon main banjaara,
khuda ki nehmat hai,abhi tak hoon kunwara,
aap ka hi tha dil ko intezar,keh gaya hai mujhe chamakta ek sitara,
sehra aur doli,yahi ek hasrat hai ab,aankhe kar chaar baitha hoon main bechara.

jaan nisar teri har ada par aye sanam,
ek aashiq ke dil se pooch,kya dhaaye hai us par tune sitam,
mehfil main jab aap aaye aaj,kiya is naacheez par jo karam,
us karz ko karoonga ata,nahi rakhna koi aur bharam.

Random Rants..(2)

Organised Flutter of Random Mishaps..

 

Partly a motley,partly a union,crowd gather.You can very well tell that they were conscious.The hum of a thousand and more heartbeats beating out of sync,yet in some resonance,was creating an atmosphere of uniformity.I dread being part.

          Randomness is where my choices lay.To have a formula is to die.There is no such thing as organised crime.If there is ,it is not a crime.Even in the seemingly flawless tick of a second hand,there exists chances that might cause it to miss its beat.

                   Lest I fall into the miasma of serene mistakes that often have a pattern of repeating themselves,I choose the faraway mask of celebrating uniqueness.

  But the saplings have seeds in their guts,that I forgot.Slyly,I remnisce!Coyly I regret!Shamly I apologise.Rarely I go back on my mishaps because they leave no imprints,beacause they are random.No option of greater success can befuddle my addled brain to choose wisely.

             Simply taking a backflip into the enchanting mist can be immensly rewarding,as there is no randomness,neither there is impossibility of an organised result.You submit.You move over and above the results.You transcend.

       One direction,you look at hellish fires,other at the sight of greens of heaven.Don`t count the steps!!You are in bliss.

Lets Look Left...

Playing With Fire..Hell n Back.

 

Bribe me!Please!! Let me corrupt.Don`t worry about me going to hell! I want to go there myself.

Money!thats what drives me.It frees my insolence.Don`t indulge me too much though.But just give me enough to worry about.Getting on the wrong end of the stick doesn`t worry me any more.Actually I feel that all this while,education,morals,rules..they were there to make sure that there is a smooth transition from morals to more-'Ale's.Once you bite the golddust,you cannot go back.A monk can ofcourse sell his ferrari but he can`t past with tryst with luxury.Achieving salvation is also a luxury.Its a sin.But to escape the wordly sins to make the altar of the unworldly is itself a sin.One always is envious of himself first and then of others.You can`t escape the feeling,so drown yourself in it.Year by year you escape the inevitable.Getting waylaid by some goon or get some goon waylay someone for you is a fool`s choice.

                  Don`t be mistaken.Love is another form of many a peril one sidewalks straight into.Addiction is bad.Atleast when you are amongst the addicted,you feel part of,you don`t deel addicted.'Being high' means going high enough to pardon those souls who lie low and who envy your vertigo,albeit hidden in the veil of non-conformance.The parlance is getting mixed now.The filthy rich are nowhere filthy,the brawn is getting more brown as years pass by.Pure breed are a thing of the past now.Everyone is everyone now.We all are a family.A family which corrupts together,which wins together,which raps the knuckles of the wrongdooers together and which revels in the misery together.

                          On a tangential note,archery requires a bow,arrows and a target.What else?..hmmm a vision perhaps? it is the most important and the most frequently forgotten ingredient.But where to get all these in one place?There,there..don`t worry,its all in your head,flirting with fire,skirting around your lower drawers is considered fashionable anyways.Thieves act their thievery as if it`s a show that they are bringing out fot all of us.I feel that there is a mass driving emotion aka force in every generation.Thievery is certainly the emotion which is ruling the roost at this time.

                      Generations by generations,now are being enlightened to the succour in asking for more.More is no longer the cuss word to aspire,its no longer the wicketkeeper batsman we all loved to hate,but it is the emanicipation of that satanic theif that now has been euphemised as hunger drive.Wanting something,aiming for it and conspiring for it is the way of things now,we no longer wait ,we no longer believe in the world to conspire for us to make something happen,for the world is itself caught in the cycle akin to a dog chasing its tail.

           Nothing inspires us ingenuity ,nothing depresses as drudgery.Being smart is inchoated in the psycho of psychos.Psychos are now smart too.They are no longer the wide-eyed,toothy and slimy goons.They would loot you,yes! and in a way you would choose to be looted by them.

              Yesterday I met an old friend of mine.He was looking very drawn out.Very pale and sufferring his countenance seemed.I asked him for the reason.To my shock he pointed his scrubby hand at me.His hand lines were nowhere to be seen now.And I gasped.In one sudden realisation,I knew the reason for his plight.Because I left him behind,I neglected him all these years.

He was my conscience.   

                  

Luck Denies...Deny Luck The Luxury..

Luck Culls : Curse the Spare

Running out of luck?Feeling undone?mistreated?Unjustly persecuted?
You`ve every right to be agrieved!!
But look no further.Your luck is standing just besides you.Cull him,because he`ll leave you anyway.Before your charm takes liking to someone else`s fortunes,you drop the returning ladder.
But everyone I meet seems at edge,seems unlucky.So who is the lucky guy then?Where all the lucks are exodussing?The saying goes opposite poles attract,but it seems lucks are more like honey bees or part of some ant family.They all seem to be struck at few ebony heads born with silver spoons and paddy unblemished feet.These exceptions in the now general law of misery are never pushed to think about whether they are lucky or his distant relative.But they aren`t.They leech lucks,they are like the breeding grounds for enslaving and ensnaring other`s luck charms.
       The definition of the white halo ring  round one`s head rests on the heady levers that conveniently push/pull the same to their whims and fancies.So being lucky isn`t even close to being good.Its a flickering phenomenon.The halo brought you luck and respect,so did the red horns and spiked tail but it brought luck garnished and marinated in the salt of being smart and snazzy.The pot of gold however is not a certainity to hower around even if the magical concoction prepared by the druid galbatorix himself is running amok in your veins.
       It seems the shiny metal has a mind of its own.But there`s a caveat.The luck when left alone & praised leaves and when it is cursed and catcalled,bounds back to home.LUCK as it is nowadays stands for Low Utilization of Certain Kryptonic kretinity.We can have several reasons for our prowesses being unheared,unheralded and unthroned,but the catalyst in setting off that spark which in turn ignites the frigid fire is just a result of coincidences that forgot their homing coordinates.
  The carrot is dangling in front of your eyes and your feet are leaded to the ground.The story of sour grapes is all but a part if our everyday lives.The externalities are the cynosure of our lives,phrases like 'why me always' is nothing but 'why can`t he'.The internal strength,the ephemeral 'Ball of fire',the roiled guts,the bull headedness is often rolled in the sweet jelly of expectations and is then buried deep in the frigid environs of our self obsessed
inertia,never to be kindled again.
            So,as expeditiously possible,kill the unlucky luck by your lucky sword of willpower and spare the unnecessary call for heads of the already headless dreams.Dreams,Ambitions,Hope and Luck shouldn`t be just a Dahl`s fiction,make it a real blockbuster.
            Here`s wishing you luck!  

Dont Wait For Love...Feel It...

"Seldom I felt you" ,"Often I waited"

Are you within me or it is just that air that shivers past in your lacuna? I can`t answer this.My lips quiver but they fail to meet.Your absence is one big truth but your presence is an even bigger truism.
   Laggard as I`ve been,I still beat those who feel that life`s a race ..I know better.I know its not about who finishes atop but about who finishes.My patience waivers,yet I wait.Irritated,I often chuck the threadball of romance out of the window,but I found much to my chagrin and in equal measure delight that its one end is always tied to my heart sleeve.Impossible to seperate,I coil back the inhibitions.
        Every other face I cast my steely eyes on,I see you,I expect you.I anticipate that surprise thump on my back from the alley corners I frequent.A face,unblemished,full of sunny disposition beams at me with all its strength.I feel that radiance,that power which helps me define you for you.You are everywhere,yet you are uncommon, a unique expression of my heart.
                

Easy to give upon you I say,but don`t listen to me I insist.Talk to me or else let me enjoy the bliss.Your presence is not evading,it is just fleeting.A non person description won`t suit upon you,neither it`ll fit your presence.You deserve much more,much more than my heart filled with anguish,much more beautiful than the half baked-half setting sun,much lighter than the lightest hair of my eyebrows that fall on my request to fill my deepest wishes.I define you as much as you define me.I say the wait kills me,but it also makes me immortal to your antics.Neither I accept the loneliness nor I give upon my right to protest your absence.
              In dreams you are there.You come as if it is you who are seeking me.Comforting as your presence is,I treat myself to your absence sans dreams.
Reality is absolved and silence is left alone when you take over my conscience.You never were any problem however.The problem was never your absence ,its only your promise of absence that creates a minor quake in my left aorta.Sprouts like promises and passion accompany the nurturing of our sacred love tree.The threads of your unremebered memories and untraveled heart lengths weave around the web of our union.Semblence of your heart ramblings echo in my feet-ebbs,as I trample down my misgivings.
                 Now I believe.Not that I ever questioned my belief.Yet it takes more than your constant absence to make me loose my saints.Sanity was never bequeathed to those who choose to remain in love abyss.I gave upon mine to match yours.Special sweetness awaits one who meets the hell raisers.
            They say I am not bothered.Well they don`t know me.I am just not aware.Elusive to my own mind,I catapult my vision to your incoming.sliding the door,I let you enter.All whitened,all embossed,you show me my face.I see you.you see me.We both see only one person.How enchanting!How ingenous!!God`s ruse to save effort on multiple identities.Your union with me was never a question.The only mystery remains is who would shatter the self focussing mirrors of the glass chambers,who would wake the dream,who will be the first one to drive the hammer to the nail head?
          Pain awaits me,yet I excitedly look forward to it,disappointment lures in shadow,yet I am ready to welcome my long lost brother.your absence lingers,yet I draw upon reserves to fight off meeting blues.Nerves wreck havoc,heartbeat dance to the death tune,mind wanders hither thither,cajoling me,goading me to give in,to submit!,to turn witness to the crime.
                       But I am loyal.I won`t.I will wait.          

Baffling Technology...

technology unemployed!!!,Inept hands@ underfed technocrats

The button clumsy,the push failing to send signals,the display just about meeting the eyelenses,the communication competent but wayward.
Welcome to the utopia!!Welcome to the world without technology.

The time it takes for the signals from the radio waves to reach my handset,in the same time the technology is making the very thing it created obsolete.Technology sans settling time is like having a wine testing feast with your nose puckered and all botched up.Mind freaks out at the technique these technicians adopt for making the santa dance in 3-D and say ahoy! in HD.But When I reminisce about the days when the monster that is now the technology was just a toddler and we used to all happily wait for that postman to deliver us the breaking news instead of now slamming down the TV whenever we see these two farce words.Its like technology has overgrown within us.The shoots which we sowed outside now has its blight and canker within our now binded senses and is proliferating at freightning pace.
                          The slave master relationship now is in a brumous state and the effect of this dilution is slowly taking its toll on the thought process that seperates the bytes from the thoughts.We are already borrowing our thoughts from the techological marvels.TV gives us the language to speak,the glitterati to aim for and the morals to kill for.

              When the technology once employed to solve our problems becomes the recruiter itself and pours cold waters over our inquisitive fire,the need is to short circuit the connection we have with it.Outpacing technology can be boon to our underpaced and languid lifstyles which constantly demand gratification but is a agent of destruction for people like me who fail to keep pace.The distribution of knowledge of how to use technology across several hundred minds disallows the birth of a genius.Today what is seen a phlegmatic choice is a commoner choice.Today the technology rules the decision making,so very unlike the yonder years wherein the suspicion and gamesmanship was rife.Actually I kinda liked the virgin thought process I had in the absence of technology.Now its like the information is not only power,its powerless.Every tom,dick and harry knows how to make a bomb.I enjoyed the effort of going through the piles of books to extract that information.Now its easy to know and easy to forget.Its like generation Z is missing on so much fun.
                            We humans also have a xenophobia that aliens with superior technology might come and rule over us,and we would be left with the leftovers.But the aliens maybe are hiding in the ineptness that has crept in our senses.The inept hands that know only three letters on the keyboard(CCP) and the anathema that is google are harbingers of the tough times ahead.Many a minds have been left tending to marshes by this omniscient raconteur who would mesmerise one with sea of information that shuts down your neutral and natural thought process and instead becomes the amalgamation of several rotten shefs who have already spoiled many broths.
                Look at the world around us.Everybody is going nuts at the latest gadgets and features technology is throwing at us.Why?Whatever these dot matrix`ed labs throw at us ,we are ready to swoon after that like a dog scurries wagging his tail aft his master.The features of the new age generation is the inertness of protest they have in their minds,blindly calling the encore by the tech-gurus.
Look at the state of apathy technology has taken us to.We hardly care about the lacuna that exists in the hearts,we dont inflict punitive actions against our most severest of crimes,we sit on the couch...waiting...for the AC to blow and cool our hog heads..But we forget the biggest technology that there is ...humanity and nature.
                  
Preserve the good and the evil shall catch the next bus to hell... 

My Hand At Poetry(2)...

1.Forest In The Backyard...


In the backyard of my home,
A forest lingered,its density unknown.
I wanted to visit it,my curiosity prone,
The attraction was too much,as in the morning light it shone.


In the backyard of my home,
A horse cart was lying,stooped like an inverted cone,
The horse somewhere in jungle,free from the tethered groan,
The hinning voice I heared,reflecting from the stock and stone.



In the backyard of my home,
A dark world of animals,an alien abode,
The strange sounds to the outsider are all a code,
The place where the angels fear to tread,is nothing but a natural dome.


In the backyard of my home,
There exists a world unknown,a forest of thorn,
Where I went one day,my bravest move since I was born,
A terrifying place I must say,not a place for children to roam.


In the backyard of my home,
I experienced a whole new world,beastly yes,
But atleast pure and unsoiled,free from the human mess,
I came back shaken but got a new home
  


2.Going Back...nostalgia.

Some Of Those Days.....

I used to go to play,
Soaking wet,the night nigh,
My beat soaring,my spirits high,
never I used to say nay....

Some Of Those Days.....

I was an innocent bystander,
The world to me was full of chocolates,
Sweet sweet,yummy fun,never worried about the count of my platelates,
Never I went asking the fill to the bartender....

Some Of Those Days.....

I used to go to school,
Dressed all white,a little angel,
Bag too heavy,knowledge was hard to untangle,
Never I worried about being a fool.

Some Of Those Days.....

I used to laugh alot,
Joy no bounds,playful instincts galored,
Teeth bared,I dilligently said Oh! lord!!
Never I backbited & said what!!!?

Some Of Those Days.....

I used to run along unabated,
Time was never a factor,wasted alot!
Never know what`s going on,lost the plot!
Legs hurt,arms paining,spirit not jaded.

Some Of Those Days.....

I used to dream of god,
My eyelids closed,sleep overcame me.
Always I woke up to the rustling tree,
To right and righteousness,I always gave a nod.

But Now.............

Several years gone! My thoughts barely a reverberation.
I am proud of my life.
It calls for a celebration.


3.Lacuna 


A lacuna lingers,
A symbiotic festers,
All relevance shimmers,
Yet the mirage never appears.

A lacuna lingers,
My thoughts banters,
A fire cinders,
Not all thomases though are doubters.

A lacuna lingers,
geography splinters,
Psyche murders,
I allay my fears.

A lacuna lingers,
My heart sings prayers,
Not a light,all nighters,
Seldom I caress some hairs.

A lacuna lingers,
A commong thread hangers,
Surmise the usurpers,
Never the evidence loiters.

A lacuna lingers,
Border lights twinkers,
The freedom  blinkers,
The white horse tethers.

A lacuna lingers,
Hang atop the bearers,
The truth now in jitters,
Right to the left of the jesters.

A lacuna lingers..........


4.Coincidence........


Shining thru the cavern of ignorance,
My conscience gave me a cognizance,
Of the world that seemed void of clairvoyance.
The engines running along,fine but jaded with impugnance.

I know it all now,Yes sir! in all its resplendence,
Not severed! Not shunned, I am in acceptance.
Of the inert world order,but in abeyance.
How do I resist it,you ask,very well!, hear out the story of my patience.

The first hour I screamed ,second I cried,Third I stamped my feet in resonance,
Fourth I wiped my tears off sleeves,Fifth I pasted a smile of crocodile on my countenance.
What was left for me to do was to laugh which I did,albeit jest was never in it, not even in semblence.

I looked at my visage,made up,patched up,
now looking well fed & nurtured ,I conformed in a quick askance.

Now I imploded a world ,entirely different from the one I am bound in,all in ignorance!
In this world of mine,I choose to be a pauper,as no one is there to ridicule my despondence.
Never again I had to scour for a utopia,For I created one in me ,sheer oblivience.

Static I was ,Mobile I became,
Stagnant I was,fluid I became,
The silver lining? without any influence.

Coincidence?????



5. Seven Days of Nightmare.....


Come MONDAY & I wake up to work!
This is the day I resent and sulk!
The face of my boss,filled with smirk!
His expectation self evident,silently calling me a dork!

Come TUESDAY ,I get my spirit back!
When I look at the accolades prized in my rack!
Precisely then my luck runs out,& gets in my face with a smack!
Thought the end was bad,its afterall a two legged stork!

Come WEDNESDAY & my engines are revving & on track!
I see light at the tunnel-end,though it is still still and dark!
I work like a horse,not like a dog with no bite just a bark!
Third day of week,I completed with a hoot that was meek!

Come THURSDAY & I shout mayday! I need a spark!
Its all dull,Its all pointless,the ignominy stark!
The monotony`s all devouring,like a great white shark!
Last day of the formals,last day of the bottle with a cork!

Come FRIDAY & I was deep ino muck!
MY boss was after me ,running with a pointed fork!
I decided enough was enough,I let my papers honk!
Finally out of the captivity,the pig was spared the pork!

Come SATURDAY & I was happy as a lark!
Finally I never have to worry about any more or no perk!
Free bird I was now ,I sauntered in the park!
With autumn coming nigh,I sat by the tree`s bark!

Come SUNDAY & I reveled in the uncontrolled torque!
I no longer was called an ubiquitous jerk!
I didn`t worry about the girl,I gave upon the merck!
Salvation beackoned me,light finally won over the dark!!!