In a desert, once, on a hunt did I find, With a radiant smile, a flower so fair; Sadly, I approached and sighed, “Ah! Of my kind Are you too – a hapless flower from a beloved's hair. Frail fingers wouldn't take you to a soft face so close, Nor would you be kissed by lips delicate and rose.” With a silent smile the flower replied, “Don't lose heart! This desert I wouldn't give up for the gardens of Iran, A solitary I am here while legions are there, Amidst this cursed soil I stand apart. In this gray desert, a flamboyant flame of divine light am I, Beauty's silent … [Read more...]
Though tombstones fine of bluish slate
Though tombstones fine of bluish slate Should ornament, adorn, my grave, But I were to have died a slave, Come, spit on and defile them! If my body were not bathed, In my blood, and sanctified, Do not ever desecrate Precincts of the mosque with it. And if I were not to be Into numerous pieces hacked By the forces of the foe, Mother, dear, how could you Over me lament and cry? I shall soon this land, deprived Both of honour and of pride, Into Paradise transform, Or the ranks of Pukhtoon youth Decimate, their streets denude. … [Read more...]
Sow flowers so your surroundings become a garden
Sow flowers so your surroundings become a garden Don’t sow thorns; for they will prick your feet If you shoot arrows at others, Know that the same arrow will come back to hit you. Don’t dig a well in another’s path, In case you come to the well’s edge You look at everyone with hungry eyes But you will be first to become mere dirt. Humans are all one body, Whoever tortures another, wounds himself. … [Read more...]
Maulana
Bahut mein ne suni hai aap ki taqreer Maulana Magar badli nahin ab tak meri taqdeer Maulana Khudara Shukr ki talqeen apne pass hi rakhen Yeh lagti hai mere seene pe ban kar teeer Maulana Nahin mein bol sakta jhut is darja dhitai se Yehi hai jurm mera aur yehi taqsir Maulana Haqeeqat ka kya hai, yeh to aap jaanen ya Khuda jane Suna hai Jimmi Carter hai aap ka peer Maulana Zameenen hon waderon ki, mashinen hon luteron ki Khuda ne likh ke di hai yeh tumhen terhrir Maulana Karodon kyon nahin mil kar Falastin ke liye ladte Dua hi se faqat kat-ti nahin zanjir … [Read more...]
Khatre Mein Islam Nahin
Khatra hai zar daron ko Girti hui diwaron ko Sadiyon ke bimaron ko Khatre mein Islam nahin Sari zamin ko ghere hue hain aakhir chand gharane kyon Naam nabi ka lene wale ulfat se begane kyon Khatra hai khun khwaron ko Rang birangi karon ko Amrika ke pyaron ko Khatre mein Islam nahin Aaj hamare naaron se larza hai bapa aiwanon mein Bik na sakenge hasrat-o arman unchi saji dukanon mein Khatra hai bat maron ko Maghrib ke bazaron ko Choron ko makkaron ko Khatre mein Islam nahin Amn ka parcham le kar utho har insane se piyar karo Aprna to manshoor hai Jalib, sare … [Read more...]
Pakistan Ka Matlab Kya?
Roti, kapda aur dawa Ghar rehne ko chhota sa Muft mujhe talim dila Mein bhi Musalmaan hoon wallah Pakistan ka matlab kya La Ilaha Illalah… Amrika se mang na bhik Mat kar logon ki tazhik Rok na janhoori tehrik Chhod na azadi ki rah Pakistan ka matlab hai kya La Ilaha Illalah… Khet waderon se le lo Milen luteron se le lo Mulk andheron se le lo Rahe na koi Alijah Pakistan ka matlab kya La Ilaha Illalah… Sarhad, Sindh, Baluchistan Teenon hain Panjab ki jaan Aur Bangal hai sab ki aan Aai na un ke lab par aah Pakistan ka matlab kya La Ilaha Illalah… Baat … [Read more...]
kese ho aap sab?
kese ho aap sab?? hansna kise naii pasand?? of course sab ko hii bohat pasand hai to iss activity ka maqsad bhi sab k chehray par pyarii sii smile laana hai "Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day." aap ko bas karna hai yeh k hamare pyaray se Poet "Ather Shah Khan Jaidi" kii koi bhi funny poetry share karnii hai thread mein participation k rules aur aaqi information kuch iss tarah se hai 1. aik member jitni chahe marzi post kar sakta hai 2. end of the month sab se zyada post karne wala member winner ho gha 3. sirf poet of … [Read more...]
Manhood stands tall and high
Manhood stands tall and high, and becomes madness; The self takes leave of being and becomes ecstasy. When iron sated with blood embraces love, It turns into a bewildered sitar string. When time robs man of love and the loved one, He sees the beloved’s glory and his own. How man sprouts when he sits down in dust! A manjila resting on riches becomes a serpent. Don’t shower houris and gilman over me. Enough! God, I swear, I’m not concerned with anyone save you; Where today, I walk oblivious and proud, God knows, to this garden, who will be the heir. I am a Pukthun and am not … [Read more...]
na may sta da nari shudi dy pakar
na may sta da nari shudi dy pakar na da zulfi wal pa wal laka khamar na da bati pashan danga ghari ghwaram nargasay stargy na daki da khumar na ghakhuna dy laluna da adan na nangy dak sara sara laka anar na pasti da sarindy pa shan khabari na wajood laka da saar way mazadar khu bas yow shai rata ra ukhaya dilbara da lala pashan zargy ghawaram daghdar yow dawa ukhaqi chi da ghum ao muhabat way lakuno laluna dy karam zaar Poem - translation I do not need your red sculpted lips, Nor hair in loops like a serpent,s coils Nor a nape as graceful as a … [Read more...]
Aggarchey poora musalmaan to nahi lekin
Aggarchey poora musalmaan to nahi lekin MaiN apney deen se rishta to joR sakta hoon Numaaz o roza o hajj o zakaat kuch na sahi Shab e baraat patakha to choR sakta hoon … [Read more...]