Month: May 2016

Yaad – Little Poem # 38

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“Yeh chand hi toh hai humdard mera.
Roz karti hun main chanda se fariyaad.
Taare gin gin, beet gayi raatein.
Koi toh karta hoga hummei yaad?”

This moon is my only friend.
Everyday I seek solace in his presence.
Nights go by as I count the stars.
Does someone notice my absence? 

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Yaad – Little Poem # 38

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“Yeh chand hi toh hai humdard mera.
Roz karti hun main chanda se fariyaad.
Taare gin gin, beet gayi raatein.
Koi toh karta hoga hummei yaad?”

This moon is my only friend.
Everyday I seek solace in his presence.
Nights go by as I count the stars.
Does someone notice my absence? 

Dard-e-Dil — Little Poem #37

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“Dard-e-dil ka haal woh jaane,
Dard ho jiske pass.

Warna yeh jahaan kya jaane,
Ek toote dil ki aas.”
-Fictionatrix

Roughly Translated as
Only a person in pain can understand heart ache.
This world can never know what a broken heart wishes.

Shor – Little Poem # 35

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Jab sannata sari ore hai.
Phir yeh kaisa shor hai?
Is roughly translated to
When there is silence all around.
What is this sound?

Urdu is a beautiful language.
It has a lot of depth and meaning to it.

If pain was describable, for me it would be in Urdu.

I believe that Urdu is the essence of life, the sighing of souls and the dancing of spirits.

I am not a proficient speaker/writer but I am a great admirer and spend my time reading ghazals and shayari.
This is just something that came to mind

Ma

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You told me I was beautiful.
Ma you made me strong.
Why do I now think,
That somewhere you were wrong.

You made me humble.
Ma you made me kind.
Why do I not remember,
When there are storms in my mind.

You made me gentle.
Ma you made me appreciate life.
I wish I had remembered,
Before I found the knife.
-Fictionatrix