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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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In Hope…

دیر سے سہی،  پیام  آنے  کی  امید  تو  ہے

جھوٹی سہی، دل کو قیام آنے کی امید تو ہے

 

ہر حسین کے ہاتھ میں اک شمع روشن ہے

آج  دلِ  خستہ  کو جلانے  کی  امید تو ہے

 

سنا  کے  اس  کی  باتیں  بہت  نشیلی  سریلی

اس سر شناس سے سر ملانے کی امید تو ہے

 

سنا کے آپ نظر سے تقدیر بدلتے ہیں

ہمیں بھی یہ انعام پانے کی امید تو ہے

 

مانا زیست کچھ نہیں ماسوا جبرِ مسلسل

چلو پھر زیست سے جانے کی امید تو ہے

 

ہرچند  استاد میری بات سن  مسکرا اٹھا

اس سنگدل صنم کو رلانے کی امید تو ہے

 

It might be some time

But I hope to hear from her

It may be a false hope

But it is a hope

 

I see beautiful faces all around me

And every man carries a flame

I hope someone

Will set fire to my heart today

 

And I’ve heard her words

Intoxicating and Harmonious

I hope to breath

In harmony with her

 

I have been told

You can change fates with just a look

I too hope for

The same reward

 

Fine, I admit it

Life is nothing but suffering

I hope that one day

This suffering will end

 

And even though he laughed

When he heard my words

One day I hope

To move him to tears

 

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