urdu poetry 34

jis chaha kash wo humara hota..

meri khuwahish ka bhi koi kinara  hota..

ye soch kar kar main ne uss ko roka nhe..

door hi kyun jata agar wo humara  hota...

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........................................GHAZAL......................................................

tare yadoun k bayaban main din dahalta ha...

dil saray sham charagoun ki tarah jalta ha...

waqat na duur usay kar dia muj sa inta ...

jab wahan chand nikalta ha yahan dhubta ha..

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                                      WASI SHAH

tumhari yaad aati hay to hum aansu bahatay hain...

guzaray they kabhi jo saath din vo yaad aatay hain...

isi umeed pe hum ne khula rakha hay darwaza..

suna hay shaam hotay he bichray lot aatay hain...

haqarat  say na dekho ay ehl-e- saahail toofan ko...

 kabhi aesa bhi hota ha kinaray doob jatay hain...

kisi say kya gila "WASI"  ye  dastoor hay zamanay ka...

 naye jab dost miltay hain puranay bhool jatay hain...

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sharminda hon in pholon se jin ko tere liye tehni se juda kiya

aaj phir assman siskiyan ley ley kr ro raha hai.................

........................sahil.....................................................

lagta hai ksi ki mohabat me phir "JUDAI"ka morr aaya hai........

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sharminda hon in pholon se jin ko tere liye tehni se juda kiya...........!!

                               jan                                              

or wo mere hathon main hi sookh gaya tere intwzar karte karte.............

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hr bichra howa panchi isi umeed py aagaz-e-subah krta hy.....
                            dost
k qismt mila dy gi hm-nshen sy muj ko grob-e-aftab sy pehly...........

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hy nafs k haatthon tu majboor kitna ..

sub jaan k b hy aaj ia shoor kitna..

jis chehry ne hy 1 din matti men mil jaana..

us chehry pe hytujhe ghuroor kitna..

1 sajda k inkaar ne iblees ko shetaanbana dia..

tu khud jaan ly tere hy qusoor kitna..

jin ki sunnat pe chalna tujhe gawaara nhe..

tery waasty royw thy woh HUZOOR (S.A.W) kitna..

tu ne chakhi hy faqat gunaahon ki lazzat..

tu kya jaane a muslim zikr-e-elaahi men  hy suroor kitna.......

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 ki koshish aise karo jaise haseen ban ne ki koshish karte ho"

kisi say is tarah milo k wo dobara aap se milne ki tamana kare.....

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phir nhe basty wo dil ek baar ujar jaty hain....

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 qarien jitni bhi sanwaro .wahan ronaq nhi hoti.......

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The pain of not seeing you hurts deep inside. Follow me to the edge of every sunset

I closed my eyes and tried to reach you

With my muddled brain but I couldn't see you.

Your image suddenly blurred and I'm terrified

The pain of not seeing you hurts deep inside.

Follow me to the edge of every sunset

I know my heart will never ever forget.

Reach for me beyond the farthest rainbow

My heart will recognize you and it will know.

That its keeper have come to its rescue

It will never be alone again and be blue.

The mere whisper of my name revives me

The soft sound of your voice assures me.

That I am yours as you are mine

Heaven conspired for our hearts to intertwine.

And when I open my eyes finally someday

I know you'll be here, right next to me.

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 And her heart was broken into a thousand pieces, and upon each one was written his name

Love is like the truth, sometimes it prevails, sometimes it hurts.

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 Be Emotionally Attached 2 Someone But

Never Be Emotionally Addicted 2 Any 1 BCoz

It Hurts Wen U Realize That There Is No Reverse Addiction.!

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 Walking alone is not difficult

But when we have

walked a mile with someone

Then coming back alone

that is more DIFFICULT..

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When I close my eyes I see you.When I open my eyes I want to see you.

When you are not near, 

I miss your presence every where, every moment, every time ...

So many people can love, 

but no one can love you like I do... because they don't have 'You' to love ...

You taught me how to love;

you taught me how to live; you taught me how to lau......gh; you taught me how to cry,

but when you left, you forgot to teach me how to forget you ...

I can never forget you, 

I don't want to forget you. You are mine, I'll love you whole my life, 

till I die and even after... forever ♥ ♥ 

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 Nobody In The World

Can Have A Crystal Clear Heart.!!

Because

Everyone’s Heart Has Some Scratches

Scribbled By Their Dear Ones

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I can only look to me to find the way it all began - this confusion, constant

When I consider how my light is spent

Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,

And that one talent which is death to hide,

Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent

To serve therewith my Maker, and present

My true account, lest He returning chide,

'Doth God exact day labor, light denied?

I fondly ask. But Patience to prevent

That murmur soon replies, 'God doth not need

Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best

Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state

Is kingly: thousands at his bidding speed,

And post o'er land and ocean without rest;

They also serve who only stand and wait.............

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                                           something.....

And so it came to be

this isolation that I am

I can only look to me

to find the way it all began -

this confusion, constant

hunger for something more than this

I strive to find this being

that I envision, yet seem to miss.

Could it be that I am empty-

or maybe a little lost?

Could it be that I am lonely,

or seek happiness at any cost?

This never-ending Something

that I am living deep inside,

depicts the illusion of myself

and all I have to hide.

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 There is grey in your hair.

Young men no longer suddenly catch their breath

When you are passing;

But maybe some old gaffer mutters a blessing

Because it was your prayer

Recovered him upon the bed of death.

For your sole sake - that all heart's ache have known,

And given to others all heart's ache,

From meagre girlhood's putting on

Burdensome beauty - for your sole sake

Heaven has put away the stroke of her doom,

So great her portion in that peace you make

By merely walking in a room.

Your beauty can but leave among us

Vague memories, nothing but memories.

A young man when the old men are done talking

Will say to an old man, "Tell me of that lady

The poet stubborn with his passion sang us

When age might well have chilled his blood.'

Vague memories, nothing but memories,

But in the grave all, all, shall be renewed.

The certainty that I shall see that lady

Leaning or standing or walking

In the first loveliness of womanhood,

And with the fervour of my youthful eyes,

Has set me muttering like a fool.

You are more beautiful than any one,

And yet your body had a flaw:

Your small hands were not beautiful,

And I am afraid that you will run

And paddle to the wrist

In that mysterious, always brimming lake

Where those What have obeyed the holy law

paddle and are perfect. Leave unchanged

The hands that I have kissed,

For old sake's sake.

The last stroke of midnight dies.

All day in the one chair

From dream to dream and rhyme to rhyme I have

ranged

In rambling talk with an image of air:

Vague memories, nothing but memories.

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And when her love has joined her, And they meet in heaven's bliss, Their regrets will quickly perish, As they kiss their first sweet kiss.

-- No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue,
No tales of unrequited love,
They were lost when I lost you.

No words to caress her lover's heart,
And gone the dreams she swore they'd live,
But alone within the poet dwells,
No uttered words... none left to give.

No music swells within her soul,
Just silence surrounds her heart,
And the solitude engulfs her world,
When the poet and love depart.

And lost the beauty she once could see,
And the glory she saw each day,
Now the poet pens her last farewell,
No more love can she convey.

But what's the poet's soul to do?
To release the love she feels,
For she'll surely die and wither,
If that love she now conceals.

she must hide the hurt and heartache,
Just smile to friends and say,
I'm fine... love doesn't matter,
And deceive them all that way.

For a different face she'll show them,
To barricade her pain,
To hide her shattered spirit,
From the love she ne'er attained.

But the pain within shall kill her,
Not soon but through the years,
For the poet knows her anguish,
When alone she sheds her tears.

And at night when dreams come calling,
With his voice, his smile... his eyes,
A single tear upon her cheek,
Hides the pain her heart belies.

For she loved his soul completely,
Was consumed by beauty's bliss,
Had shared his inner thoughts,
But never shared his kiss.

And when death comes to the poet,
And to heaven her soul ascends,
she'll smile before her beauty,
For eternity never ends.

So will the poet regret the life,
Which stole away the years,
No she'll simply recall the love,
she felt in all her tears.

And when her love has joined her,
And they meet in heaven's bliss,
Their regrets will quickly perish,
As they kiss their first sweet kiss.

And so the words will quickly flow again,
From my thoughts, to hand... to book,
I'll not write of God or Heaven,
When upon your face I look.

So the poet's again a poet,
For the words were always there,
I just didn't see much beauty,
When your love I couldn't share.

So their souls will find the love at last,
That in life they could not seek,
And the poet soon finds the words in you...
The words... she could not speak..

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 Love doesn't make

the world go round,

Love is what makes

the ride worthwhile.

The greatest weakness of

most humans Is

their hesitancy to tell others,

How much they love them

While they're alive.

I have loved to

the point of madness;

That which is called madness,

That which to me,

Is the only

sensible way to love.

Memories

are the best souvenirs.

A divorce is

like an amputation;

you survive,

but there's less of you.

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When suddenly it hit me

Just like lighting and thunder

I knew neither pain or happiness

My nights were cold and lonely

My days were short and weary

I was between shadows and lights

And came under the impression

That this life was the only thing given to me

You took me away from the perilous world

And turn my so called shelter into a paradise

I felt tranquility, it was something new to me

My life blossomed and everything was awesome

I remember this feeling, this emotion, which was full of devotion

Love, just extraordinary love.

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They wonder through the broken streets where once he played…English poetry

How can I always lend a hand

But ignore the cries within myself

It brings me joy to bring you a smile

But my emptiness still sits up on the shelf

Inside my heart will always bleed

But I will never let it be shown on my face

Only the tear that falls down my cheek

Will give you a glimpse, a shadow, a trace

I suffocate when I try to breathe

The chains you gave won't let my body go

I have dreams, and needs, and wants

My body is numb, I think maybe you should know

I struggle with my demons each day

You feed them while you slowly watch me die

Please let me be and please set me free

I want to smile as I look up at the sky

I want the moon to brighten the night

I want the clouds to pass me on by

I want the stars to guide me to heaven

And I want wings to life me and fly..........

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 Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.

     Beginnings are scary. Endings are usually sad, but it’s the middle that counts the most.

     Dying seems less sad than having lived too little.

     However long the night, the dawn will break.

     Better by far you should forget and smile than that you should remember and be sad.

     They that sow in tears shall reap in joy.

     For all sad words of tongue and pen, the saddest are these, It might have been.

     Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.

     I had rather have a fool make me merry, than experience make me sad.

     The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it.

     Nobody really cares if you’re miserable, so you might as well be happy.

     We enjoy warmth because we have been cold. We appreciate light because we have been in darkness. By the same token, we can experience joy because we have known sadness.

     A sad spectacle. If they be inhabited, what a scope for misery and folly. If they be not inhabited, what a waste of space.

     It is sad to grow old but nice to ripen.

     The walls we build around us to keep out the sadness also keep out the joy.

     We ask God to forgive us for our evil thoughts and evil temper, but rarely, if ever ask Him to forgive us for our sadness.

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 Almond eyes….
Ocean deep,….

Deserted from tenderness….

Lost in human wilderness…
Hiding half way behind the great war torn wall…
His mother…
Is not to be seen around….
His father…
Has long since been gone…
Hasn’t returned…
Since last Christmas eve…
Where’s father..?
He’s wondered …
Amidst the debris of millions of homes broken….
Of families in millions… lost and forgotten…
He wonders if he is the only one…
Or is it only him and the neighbor??
In the worn torn heart of his country….
His dream world lays shattered…
His eyes search through those men in arms…
They wonder through the broken streets where once he played…
His innocence takes its final breath….
It cannot sustain itself any longer…
Deep inside his patience is dyeing…
His faith is crying…
His hopes are dismal…
Will father ever come back??
Or is it the end now….?
For the first time in life….
He has just experienced pain…
For the first time …
His little heart seems to be breaking ….
For the first time now…
His fairytale world is drowning…
Reality stares in the face…
So blankly….it could break those bullets into half.
When he should have been searching for things far of late….
He wonders…
of life and death…
Of guns and bullets…
for the first time now…
He has just experienced loss…
“There are no fairies or miracles?. Are there mamma??
If there were… father might have returned...”
No…he says so…
yet he still believes…
He still prays…
Every day
Every morning
Every night
Underneath the plank of his little bed…
And he still gives that broken smile...
That smile that talks of hope…
Once in a while…
For long now…
he has not known the meaning of the word… ‘jihad’…
he knows now…. Even before he could read….
His father would whisper each day…
Those eternal prayers…
of life and death…
Of love and hate…
Of peace and animosity…
What was father’s fault then?
Why did he go away?
Maybe he might never know….
why father never returned….
what happened on a fateful Christmas eve…
that intriguing mystery unveiled….
He might wonder which path to tread then…
A path father rarely encouraged…
A path he never preached…
A chapter unwritten ….in the holy ‘Koran’
For reasons unheard...
Undiminished…and uninterrupted
Reasons full of hate…
reasons full of revenge…
born to avenge…
To extinguish the fire of rage…
That burnt alive the deer of life…..
That wasted away…
those flowers of childhood innocence….
That sinking heart that forgot how to dream…
And those lips that forgot…how to tremble. how to smile.
Now…
Those eyes retain their shameless charm. Their magical passions…
Betraying all good. all evil. All hate.
To embark on to the journey…
That never held any good…
For maybe

That might just be the answer…

To why father..
had never returned……….

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Then I see your smiling face in my inner vision.ENGLIGH POETRY

I try, I really try to forget

How it was for us

Lying in your strong arms

My love for you filling my heart to overflowing

Almost breaking out of my chest

The feelings were so intense.

I try! I really try to tell myself

I WILL love again !

Then I see your smiling face in my inner vision

I hear the memory of your voice

The one that made my wings take flight

And my body reel with my longing

When I wake in the cold dawn, alone

Even the pillows I place where you used to lie

No longer comfort me….even half asleep!

You are gone! You are gone………

And my heart is an empty hollow

And my mind crucifies me all over again.

Never give your heart to this degree

Love by all means and with a passion!

But never put your soul completely on the line

For a mere mortal……..

Love and trust, take risks and live.

Of course do these things…

But keep a tiny bit of soul to cuddle up to

A tiny reason and part of you 

Which wants to live and try again

Otherwise you will become as one

Who enters the party dressed to kill

Makes wonderful conversation

And everyone laughs alongside

Never realising your heart 

Is a cold and inaccessible tomb. 

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• Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Others stay awhile, make footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same.
• This day I will marry my friend, the one I laugh with, live for, dream with, love
• Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow; Don't walk behind me, I may not lead; Walk beside me, and just be my friend.
• Two lives, two hearts joined together in friendship united forever in love
• A mere friend will agree with you, but a real friend will argue.
• A friend is someone, who upon seeing another friend in immense pain, would rather be the one experiencing the pain than to have to watch their friend suffer.
• Your worst enemy could be your best friend, and your best friend your worst enemy.
• Never shall I forget the times I spent with you; continue to be my friend, as you will always find me yours.

• May the sun always shine on your windowpane; May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain; May the hand of a friend always be near you; May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
• A friend is one to whom one can pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keeping what is worth keeping, and, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
• A friend is someone who sees through you and still enjoys the view.
• As the rest of the world is walking out the door, your best friend's are the ones walking in.
• Do not use a hatchet to remove a fly from your friend's forehead

• Be slow in choosing a friend, but slower in changing him.
• Without friends no one would choose to live.
• The road to a friend's house is never long
• To attract good fortune, spend a new coin on an old friend, share an old pleasure with a new friend, and lift up the heart of a true friend by writing his name on the wings of a dragon.
• To the query, ''What is a friend?'' his reply was ''A single soul dwelling in two bodies.''
• Choose your friends carefully. Your enemies will choose you.
• Tell me who's your friend and I'll tell you who you are.

• Choose in marriage only a woman whom you would choose as a friend if she were a man.
• The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
• A faithful friend is the medicine of life.
• I need not fear my enemies because the most they can do is attack me. I need not fear my friends because the most they can do is betray me. But I have much to fear from people who are indifferent.
• A friend is a present you give to yourself.
• He whose hand is clasped in friendship cannot throw mud.
• Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.
• Friendship is the source of the greatest pleasures, and without friends even the most agreeable pursuits become tedious.
• I desire so to conduct the affairs of this administration that if at the end, when I come to lay down the reins of power, I have lost every other friend on earth, I shall at least have one friend left, and that friend shall be down inside me.
• One who's our friend is fond of us; one who's fond of us isn't necessarily our friend.

• The road to a friend's house is never long.
• Between friends differences in taste or opinion are irritating in direct proportion to their triviality.
• The trebling of the population in this small and impoverished country, flowing with milk and honey but not with sufficient water, rich in rocks and sand dunes but poor in natural resources and vital raw materials, has been no easy task: Indeed, practical men, with their eyes fixed upon things as they are, regarded it as an empty and insubstantial utopian dream.
• He who has not the weakness of friendship has not the strength.

• It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.
• To be capable of steady friendship or lasting love, are the two greatest proofs, not only of goodness of heart, but of strength of mind.
• Your enemy is never a villain in his own eyes. Keep this in mind, it may offer a way to make him your friend. If not, you can kill him without hate--and quickly.
• Friendship is a sheltering tree.
• The worst solitude is to be destitute of sincere friendship.
• There is an important difference between love and friendship. While the former delights in extremes and opposites, the latter demands equality.
• Love Him, and keep Him for thy Friend, who, when all go away, will not forsake thee, nor suffer thee to perish at the last.

• Friends, both the imaginary ones you build for yourself out of phrases taken from a living writer, or real ones from college, and relatives, despite all the waste of ceremony and fakery and the fact that out of an hour of conversation you may have only five minutes in which the old entente reappears, are the only real means for foreign ideas to enter your brain.
• A man must eat a peck of salt with his friend, before he knows him
• For believe me, in this world which is ever slipping from under our feet, it is the prerogative of friendship to grow old with one's friends.
• I get by with a little help from my friends.
• At the shrine of friendship never say die, let the wine of friendship never run dry - Les Miserables
• These can never be true friends: Hope, dice, a prostitute, a robber, a cheat, a goldsmith, a monkey, a doctor, a distiller.