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The Buildings

On a recent trip to a rather magnificent and very dear metropolis (a place I have been frequenting for almost 20 years now) I was amazed to see new buildings pop up with startling frequency. The drive there made me remember seeing different cities such as Dubai, Chicago, Toronto, Karachi etc. I return to them with a gap of two or three years between my visits. On each visit to such a city, I am surprised to see new skyscrapers come out of seemingly nowhere. That thought  made a verse present itself to me which formed into a ghazal which I present below:

 

میں  بولا  قہرِ  الہی  یہ کیا ہو گیا؟

ہنس کہ بولے جو ہو گیا سو ہو گیا

I asked what happened?

A curse from the heavens?

She smiled and said

What happened, happened

 

مقامِ  بندِ   جذبات   نہیں  تھا  میخانہ

روبروِ ساقی وہ ہنس گیا میں رو گیا

And the tavern

Is not a place to contain emotions

She laughed out loud there

I cried my heart out

 

عمارتیں  اگتی  ہیں یہاں مانندِ شجر

واللہ اس زمیں میں کون کیا بو گیا؟

These buildings

Rise out like trees

From the ground

Who planted the seeds?

 

خواہشیں  تو بہت  تھیں حساب کی

جب روزِ حشر آیا  تو میں سو گیا

I had a deep desire

For scores to be settled

But on the day of judgment

I overslept

 

جسدِ خاکی  تو اپنی  ملکیت مگر

نا جانے دلِ وحشی کہاں کھو گیا

My body still

Belongs to me

A wild heart however

I lost somewhere

 

عاشقیِ حق تو ثابت قدمی ہے

دیارِ یار  سے توں  گیا تو گیا

And the love of truth

demands a steadfast approach

If you leave your lover’s doorstep

You are lost

 

عجب  باب  ہیں  داستانِ  استاد کے

عرب میں پیدا ہوا عجم میں کھو گیا

And what a strange life

Has he led

He was born in Arab lands

And now he’s lost in foreign worlds

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The writing on the wall… نوشتہِ دیوار

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I was walking around downtown in a rather old part of the city (lets just say somewhere in North America) where graffiti and other public artworks (wanted or unwanted) seem to crop up with regularity. Of course, my own politics/opinions about graffiti are mixed since a part of me thinks its urban art and expression while another part of me believes it to be a form of vandalism. However, I can not help but have a reaction to it and a part of the reaction to this particular picture formed a rather weak ghazal in my head that I present below.

جہانِ فن میں  تیرا کردار ہے کیا؟

دیکھ تو سہی نوشتہِ دیوار ہے کیا

What is your role

In this world filled with art

Take a look

At the writing on the wall

 

اپنی  دولت  پے تو  اِتراتا  ہے کیا؟

جب نہیں عشق مستیِ پندار ہے کیا؟

Is it your wealth

That makes you proud?

If you have no drive in your heart

Then its your ego which intoxicates you

 

نہ گھبرا عشق کی افسردگی سے تو

دلِ  رنجیدہ  کوئی  مردار  ہے  کیا؟

And be not afraid

If your soul is gloomy

A sad heart

Can yet be revived

 

تیرے نام سے ہی تو عزت ملی ہمیں

کون  جانے  تیرا نام  بردار ہے کیا

If I got any respect

It was due to the glory of your name

Who knows

Where your name bearer ranks

 

نگاہ  پرعزم تو دل میں  خوفِ جفا

استاد جاتا ہے کوئے یار ہے کیا؟

He looks firm

But fears being hurt

Is he going towards

His lovers house?

 

پرچمِ ہاشمی و حسینی جس کے ہاتھ

تونہی بتا رتبہِ عباس علمدار ہے کیا؟

The signs of Hashim and Hussain

Were given to him

Go ahead and tell me

The rank of Abbas

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