Poetry

Aaj phir teri yaad aai barish ko dekh kar Dil py zor na raha apni bebasi dekh kar Roya to is qadar teri yaad mein Ky barish bhi tham gayi meri barish ko dekh kar...!!! Ab ki barsat ki raaton mein badan tot ta hai Jaag uth ti hai ajab khahishen agrayi ki...!!! Barishon ky mousam mein badlon kesy main Aik gaoun ki rah par yaad hai mily they ham Phir ye hadsa howa aasman to tham gaya Lekin apni aankhon sy tab sy lekar aaj tak Barishein barasti hain...!!! Barsat ki bheegi raaton mein phir koi suhani yaad aai Kuch apna zamana yaad aaya kuch unki jawani yaad aai Hum bhool chuky thy jisny hamein dunya mein akela chora tha Jag gor kiya to aik surat jaani pahchani yaad aai...!!! Bheeg jati hain palkain tanhayi mein Darty hain koi jaan na ly Pasand karty hain taiz barsat mein chalna Kahein roty howey ko koi pahchan na ly...!!! Jo barish ki tamana hai to in aankhon mein aa betho Wo barson mein kahei...

Yaad ki BAARISH Is mousam ki BAARISHK Kuch bhi nahi, Lekin Teri yad ki BAARISH Har  pal.... Mujhy bighoti rahti hai Zaid meri aankhon sy Musalsal BAARISH hoti rahti ha...!!! Muhabbat to BAARISH hai Muhabbat to BAARISH hai... jisy chony ki tamanna har koi rakhta ha. Zaid Magar hath hamesha khali rah jaty hain...!!!

Lot aai hain dekho baarshein phir sy yahan wahan, Ik tum ko hi lot ky aany ki fursat nahi mili...!!! Pahly barish hoti thi to yaad aaty they, Ab jab yaad aaty ho to barish hoti ha...!!! Aaj sawan meri aankhon mein utar aaya ha, Aaj lagta bary zor ki BAARISH hogi...!!!

Barishon kay mousam mein Yaadein jag jati hain Barishon kay mousam mein  Har ghari satati hain Barishon kay mousam mein Sham bhi kisi sorat  Chain sy nahi kat-ti Subhain bhi satati hain Barishon kay mousam mein Zehan kay jharoky mein Jab koi sada ubhray Aankhein bheeg jati hain Barishon kay mousam mein...!!!

Kal Halki Halki Barish Thi Kal Sard Hawa Ka Raaqs Bhi Tha, Kal Phool Bhi Neikhray Neikhray The Kal Uon Pe Ap Ka Aaks Bhi Tha, Kal Badal Kaale Gehray The Kal Chand Pay Lakhon Pahray The, Koch Tukray Ap Ki Yad Ke Bari Dair Se Dil Mein Theray The, Kal Yadein Uljhi Uljhi Thi Aur Kal Tak Yeh Na Souljhi Thi, Kal Yad Bahut Tum Aaye The Kal Yad Bahut Tum Aaye The...!!!

Woh Sarabon  Say Rooth Bethi Hay  Apne Khwabon Say Rooth Bethi Hay, Ek Deewani  Chakori, Dekho! Chaand-Raton Say Rooth Bethi Hay, Jab Say Jaana Ke Muntazir Hay Woh Neend Ankhon Say Rooth Bethi Hay, Raftagaan Ki Seher-Gari Shayad Meri Aahon Say Rooth Bethi Hay,

Dheeray Se Sarakti Hai Raat Us Ke Aanchal Ki Tarah Uska Chehra Nazar Aata Hai Jheel Main Kanwal Ki Tarah, Baad Muddat Usko Daikha To Jism-o-Jaan Ko Yun Laga Pyasi Zameen Pe Jaisay Koi Baras Gaya Baadal Ki Tarah, Roz Kehta Hai Seenay Pe Sar Rakh K Raat Bhar Jagaon Ga Sar-e-Sham Hee Mujhe Aaj Phir Sula Gaya Wo Kal Ki Tarah, Mere Hee Dil Ka Makeen Nikla Woh Shakhs “ Wasi ” Aur Mein Shehar Bhar Me Dhundta Raha Usy Kisi Pagal Ki Tarah...!!!

We Presenting You a new Version of Poetry / Shayari  in Three Different Languages Urdu , Hindi and English Roman with very Emotional Images you Must Like it... English Roman . Hum Ne Socha Thaa Dil Jalaa Dalain, Phir Khayaal Aaya Is Me Tu Bhi Hai...!! . اردو   ،ہم نے سوچا تھا دل جلا ڈالیں   !!!...پھر خیال آیا اس میں تو بھی ہے  हिन्दी . हम ने सोचा था दिल जला डालें, फिर ख़याल आया इस में तू भी है...!!! English Roman . Woh Ishaare Me Samajhta Hi Nahi Baaton Ko, Main Kahaan Tak Usay Har Baat Dobaara Likhoon...!!! . اردو   ،وہ ۱شارے میں سمجاتےہی نہیں باتوں کو !!!...میں کہاں تک اسے ہر بات دوبارہ لکھوں हिन्दी . वो इशारे मैं समझता ही नही बातों को, मैं कहाँ तक उसे हर बात दोबारा लिखूं...!!!

Southern Gothic The Poem .. Southern Gothic When the rain comes, the only voice to call me in is my own. I know I’m alone now. My feet churn red mud, I slog through the clay earth-slog through my southern blood, groping for traction. I think God made my crooked face from this clay. The pines’ branches bow but each wooded intersection maps a cross. The jagged architecture of magnolia leaves slice water as it falls, framed silhouettes are locked in spider moss. The silhouette of his smile, the taste of him still on the tip of my tongue-a word, his name briefly forgotten. At the creek the cicadas had split the air with their song after waiting seventeen years to open themselves.

Ashkoan Ki Barsaat De Gaya Woh Jaate Jaate Aahon Ki Saughat De Gaya, Woh Jaate Jaate, Dil Ne Chaha Tha sath rahenge Umar Bhar Aarzuon Ki Bouchhar De Gaya, Woh Jaate Jaate, Barhayaa Jo Khadam Mainy Use Chhony Ke Liye Raahon Me Kaanty Bikher Gaya Woh Jaate Jaate, Lari Thi Main Duniya Se Jiski Khatir Hami Par War Kar Gaya, Woh Jaate Jaate...!!!

Koi Ghazal Teray Naam Na Ho Jaye Aaj Likhtay Likhtay Shaam Na Ho Jaye, Kar Rahai Hon Intzaar Tere Izhar-E-Mohabbat Ka Is Intzar Me Zindagi Tamaam Na Ho Jaye, Nahe Leti Tera Naam Sar-E-Aam Is Dar Se Kahin Tera Naam Badnam Na Ho Jaye, Mangti Hon Jab Bhi Duaa To Yaad Ata Hai Ke Judai Meray Piyar Ka Anjaam Na Ho jaye, Sochti Hon To Darti Hon Aksar Tanhai Me Us Ke Dil Me Kisi Aur Ka Maqaam Na Ho Jaye...!!!  Sakoot-E-Qarb Me Utro To Yaad Kar Lena Kabhi Jo Toot Ke Bikhro To Yaad Kar Lena, Khushi Ke Waqat Me Chahay Humain Bhula Dena Ghamon Ki Raah Jo Dekho To Yaad Kar Lena,

Baith Ke Tanha Udaas Raaton Me Yeh Sochti Rehti Hoon, Zindagi Khatam Ho Rahi Hai Wafa Ki Talash Karte Karte...!!! Theek Hi Kehta Tha Mere Muqadar Ka Sitara , Tu Muhabbat Kare Gi To Main Gardish Kron Ga...!!! Ab To Baarishon Me Bhi Us Ko Meri Yaad Nahi Aati,