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In obedience…

اطاعت  میں  جو  گزرے  وہ زندگی دے دے

خدائی نہیں تو نا سہی ،  توں بندگی دے دے

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جستجوِ  اسرارِ  حیات  ہمیں لے  آئ  یہاں

یہ پیاس  بجھ  چکی،  توں تشنگی دے دے

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ارے او  تقدیر!  پھر بانٹ  یہ  درجاتِ  عشق

اسے جنوں دے دے، مجھے دل لگی دے دے

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الہی  بہت  دیکھے  تیرے  نائب  جہاں میں

اب کچھ غریبوں کو بھی، خواجگی دے دے

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یا رب  کس  طرح  استاد  کی  بات  سمجھوں؟

یاں مجھے بناوٹ دے یا اسے سادگی دے دے

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Grant me a life

Which is spent in obedience to you

I have not asked for the world

Just to be your slave

 

And it was only the thirst

For the mysteries of life that

Brought me here

Satiated, I need to find a new thirst

 

So hear me fates!

Redistribute these connections of love

This time let it be madness for her

And a mere dalliance for me

 

You named man your vice-regent

I have seen plenty of powerful men

Now let the meek

Inherit the earth for once

 

And how am I ever to understand him?

And his riddles?

Give him simpler words

Or me a better understanding

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Conflicting Desires…

After more than a month of absence, I return to writing. Although I am quite sure a few of my friends would wish that I would stop torturing the world with this drivel, apparently I have to just admit that I am addicted to writing and should get on with it. I must confess that I have been both terribly busy and terribly distracted by all that I have pushed myself into but I will try to make at least one post a week while working on a number of other projects in the real world. I find myself between two conflicting desires i.e. to find time to reflect on my own and to find time to spend with those who are dear to me. On the subject of conflicting desires I present this poor ghazal.

 

تیری رضا تو ہے، میری رضا نہیں

اکیلے  رونے  کا،  کوئی  مزہ  نہیں

 

کن   لوگوں  سے  دل   ملاتے  ہو؟

اس خیر کاری کی، کوئی جزا نہیں

 

انکو دیکھتا ہوں، یہی سوچتا ہوں

جرمِ بیوفائی کی، کوئی سزا نہیں

 

کیسے  جاؤں  میں؟  درِ رحمت پے

کے نمازِ عشق کی، کوئی قضا نہیں

 

یہ  تم  نے  کیا  کہا؟  استاد  مر  گیا؟

روزِ حیات ہے خیر سے، شبِ نزاع نہیں

 

Although you may wish it

I certainly do not

And this conflict

Has left me weeping alone

 

Yet we are drawn to others

With conflicting desires

It is a goodly cause

Without reward

 

So when I look upon them

I am led to wonder

Is there a punishment

For being faithless?

 

I dare not go

To the door of mercy

Vespers once missed

Can not be atoned for

 

And now you tell me

That he has died

How? Its a day full of life

Not the evening of death

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