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Amongst others…

I am presently heading off to Dublin for a while and then onwards to various locations for a short trip. The reasons for my visit are many and while some are more important than others, I find that the reasons themselves lead me to think that whatever we do in life may carry multiple reasons. Of course, there are actions which only have a singular reason i.e. drinking water to quench thirst but for actions that carry more meaning such as a look given to a friend or a gentle brushing of a lover’s arm can carry so much more. One reason is often included amongst others and depending on the time and place, any one of those reasons can become more important than others. With that thought, I present this poor ghazal below that formed itself in my mind.

درِ یار  آے،  آنے  سے  بیزار  بھی  تھے

مسکراے تو تھے، روے زار زار بھی تھے


کارنامہ  نا  تھا   وہ  میرا  کلمہِ حق

خوفِ خدا تو تھا، زیرِ تلوار بھی تھے


مانا کے عشق ہماری کم عقلی سہی پر

آپ  تو عاقل تھے،  ہوشیار بھی تھے


اب  کیوں  پوچھیں آپ  وقوعِ مقتل؟

وہاں ہم بھی تھے، سرکار بھی تھے


کون تیار نہ تھا مجھے قتل کرنے کو

دشمن تو دشمن،  یارِ غار بھی تھے


کچھ  اس طرح  دفتر کی  نوکری  چلی

ہم مصروف بھی تھے، بےکار بھی تھے


وجہِ عشق  تو  پیچیدا  نہیں  استاد  کی

کچھ وہ مائل بھی تھے لاچار بھی تھے


So I went to her door

But I was not quite into it

Although I smiled

I also wept


And it wasn’t a great feat

For me to speak the truth

Although I am an ethical man

I was also held at gun point


Yes, it was foolish of me

To fall in love

But you

Were supposed to be wise


And why do you ask

What happened at the harvest of blood?

I was there

And so were you


They were all eager

To cause harm to each other

My friends

And my adversaries


The mundane war

The daily strife

Keeps me busy

And bores me as well


So its not difficult to understand

Why he loves

His reasons amongst others

Include his affinity and his helplessness

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Where do I go from here?

کوئی بتاؤ کے اب خیال کدھر کریں؟

تیری خوشبو ہے، رخ جدھر کریں

Tell me where should I turn

All around me

All I can smell

Is your perfume


لطفِ زیست لیے عرصہ گزرا

اب  کوئی  کام  پر خطر کریں؟

Its been a long time

Since I felt the joy

Of living

Lets do something risky


یونہی رہو گے؟ یہیں پڑے ہوۓ؟

بہت سستا لیے، اب سفر کریں؟

And will you stay here?

As you have? For too long?

You’ve rested enough

Lets restart the journey


شکوہِ  ہجر  کیا  تو  وہ  یہ  بولے

جا طبیب سے کہ، علاجِ ہجر کریں

And when I complained to her

About being far away from her

She asked me to go

Ask a doctor for a cure


تو کس سے کریں ہم اپنے دل کی بات؟

اور بات اِدهر  کریں یاں اُدھر کریں؟

So who am I supposed to talk to

Concerning what I feel

And do I say it to him?

Or to her?


الفت تو آپ کی رقیب تک ہی رہی

ہماری طرف بھی، اک نظر کریں

Your affections

Remain with your close friends

Do I not deserve

Even a passing glance?


وہی  تو  ہیں   باوفا   یارانِ  استاد

دل نذر کریں کبھی جاں نذر کریں

There they are

My loyal friends

Who sacrificed their lives for me

Who sacrificed their love


حق گوئی حسینٓ پہ ختم ہے جو

وردِ  کلمہ  زیرِ  خنجر  کریں

And none is more true

Than Hussain

Who said the truth

Even facing death

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The school of love… مکتبِ عشق

“Maktab-e-ishq ka dastoor nirala dekha”

uss ko chutti na mili jiss nay sabaq yad kia.


مکتبِ    عشق    کا   دستور   نرالا    دیکھا

اس کو چھٹی نہ ملی جس نے سبق یاد کیا


The school of love has strange ways

The brightest ones are put in detention


A friend pointed out this verse and asked me to explain the meaning. As best as I could, I did and in my limited understanding of the words I felt that it shows how the rules of the schools of love are mysterious. In the real world, once you are done with school, you graduate. You don’t have to go back to school if you don’t want to. In fact, there is only so much schooling you can engage in (as my friends engaged in post-doc research will agree with) before they kick you out. On the other hand, for the more mythical/mystical schools you can stay in and will probably be kept in if you are good at what you do. As I was thinking on the verse, the Zameen of the first line appealed to me greatly and I formed a few verses out of it as follows;

مکتبِ عشق کا دستور نرالا دیکھا

جہاں  پے لا تھا  وہاں اللہ دیکھا

The school of love

Has strange ways

Where there was nothing

I saw nothing but God


گھر تو کعبہ  پر مکاں  دلِ  عاشق؟

رب کے رہنے کا انداز نرالا دیکھا

A house of worship

Is said to be God’s house

Yet strangely she resides

In the heart of a lover


بے ادبی کی جا کہاں تیرے سامنے

گستاخ نے اپنا  ہی مونھ  کالا دیکھا

Who can dare to be rude?

In manner towards you

Those who are

Find themselves debased


انتظارِ یار میں کچھ حاصل نہ ہوا

کئیں بار کاٹ کے یہ چللہ دیکھا

Little was ever gained

Waiting for her

I tried doing that

So many times


استاد  تو اب  ملتا  ہی نہیں ہمیں

ہر جگہ میں نے اسے بلا دیکھا

I can not find myself


Even though

I invited myself to many places


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