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My latest obsession

7 Sep

It was quite surprising to me that when I wanted to sing some “Naatain” of Prophet Mohammad PBUH, couldn’t remember any good one’e or the one’s that I liked. Kinda disturbing, isn’t it, when you know, you so know this when you can’t remember any lyrics, damn (damn would be an instant thought) follwed by some rational one’s, hopefully if you’re me, since you’re not, so good luck, khekhekhekhe  (weird funny mood so you can’t hold me in contempt of bad jokes)

So, In search of my Naatain, I stumbled upon this amazing Humd + prayer and fell for it, instantaneously! Guess you know, what I’ll be singing throughout this month. 🙂

It’s a well known Humd from our childhood, tried searching for it but all in vain 😦 seems like sami yusuf took over everything, anyways, it was something…

Hasbi rabbi jalAllah,
Maafi qalabi ghair Allah,
Noor-e-Mohammad sal-lallah
La illaha illal la.

Khul jaeen dar jannat kay,
Douzakh ki sab aag bhujhay,
dil sai koi ik baar kehay,
La illaha illal la.

feeling nostalgic?
enjoy!

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Younhee tamam hota hai

5 Jan

Youhee subha shaam hoti hai,
Zindagi apni tamam hoti hai.

Na kuch paaya, na khooya,
Jeewan ko apnay tamasha banaya.

Nadaniyon mai guzri apni tou zindigani,
Kadar iss zindagi ki humnay na jaani,
Kuch pal milay jo,
Hass ro kai beethay,
Haqiqat humnay kabhi bhe na maani.

Hy,
Younhee subha sham hoti hai,
Zindagi apni tamam hoti hai!

Been wanting to spare some time for myself, for quite some time now. But all in vain. I don’t even offer my prayers on time. How stupidly lousy I am. How ignorant of the consequences. How imensely oblivious of the outcomes. How ashammed of myself I truly am, right now.

It’s 2 in the morning and I haven’t offered my night prayer, uh man! I hardly ever wake up for fajr 😦 you know what, one of the identificication characteristics of ‘hypocrite’ is that they miss/ not regular in morning and the night prayer.Damn!

For how long, am I gonna live, 5 to 10 years maybe, make it even 20, what then? After that I’ll have to face all my short comings. Uh!

I disgust myself,
I truly do!

Losing Islamic Identity, aren’t we?

29 Mar

Something to think of...

I went to a Meelad yesterday. And there one fine lady read this poem aloud and it was one powerful piece of writing.  I knew it in a sec. that i had to have it. I had to publish it on my blog. Just had to.

Because, it’s so true, sad but true. This is who WE are. We, us Muslims, well most of us i know. We follow everything blindly as we are told, by our parents, grand-parents and so on. But, nobody questions. About all the why’s, how and where’s, anymore. They just follow whatever they are told to. And this has to stop now because, the Real Islam is one way or the other not in our mind, but it’s the culture that we are living/wasting our lives for. We think that it’s religion however what Islam wants us to be, how it wants its followers to be is not even brought into consideration anymore, since emotions took over.

People are happy listening to the tales of oh-so-many prophets and nobody even knows anything about their preachings, what they asked their fellow brothers to do, to surrender to the will of Almighty Allah. Night and day we live with the incessant thought that we can never be wrong. Never giving much room to thoughts that just might convince us otherwise.

Be the change you want in this world. Especially in our, Muslims world.

Holy mess

15 Sep

Wo jo kehtain hain, kertai nahi
jo kertai hain, keh saktai nahi.
Unko koi samjhaai khudara,
wo kaisai andhairoon mai bhataktai hain.

Shauhar biwi sai, na biwi shauhar sai hai wafadar,
Ummat-e-muslima mai ye kaisai khandan bastai hain.

Purnum hai dil aaj un jawanoon kai liyai,
jin kai naasheh jazb-o-masti mai jiya kertai hain.

(Naasheh– mentor, people they look upto)

Tremulous smiles

12 Jul

Behind these warm smiles,
lurk dark secrets,
some disturbing facts,
that one can’t turn away from.

It’s an enigma,
a stigma,
bringing shame, humility
and disgrace to my face.

Cowering in my seat,
i see their grin,
their hearts smoked with anger,
and hatred that never subsides
when i see them smile.

I see them smile.

Aik sham

26 Apr

Aisa he ik din hoga,
jab apni subha ki sham hogee,
na niklai ga koi jaloos,
na koi bhook hartaal hogee.
Karobarai duniya bund na hoga,
duniya mai jab hum na hongai.

Na janay kaisai wahan muamalat hoongai,
kaisai din dhalai ga,kab raat hogee.
kabbar mai kiya kiya sawalaat hongai,
Duniya mai kisliyai aaaee thai,
kiya ker chalai,
paisa kidhar gawaya, jawani kidhar luttaaee
tou kehnay ko kuch baki na rehai ga,
kai din raat kertai jeewan bitaaya,
aik he aajmaish thee
wo bhe gawa deee.
Sifarish na sikka koi ab hai baaki
tou kaisai pullai-sarat paar hoga.

Aisee he ik raat hogee,
taroon ki bersaat hogee,
keheen baj rehai hoongai shamiyanay
keheen hamari rab mai mulakat hogee.

Over the moon

19 Dec

I find no words

words to express

the feelings deep inside

when i hold her in my arms,

see her smile,

watch her grow.

She’s no doubt a bliss,

a divine gift,

our road to ecstacy,

cherished felicity,

bundle of fun.

i’m the luckiest woman

one of the blessed one’s

mother of a baby girl

overwhelmed with joy.

Bored to death!

31 Oct

Guess what?
I’m bored
ahaan ahaan ahaan
i’m bored,
plain bored,
i’m bored, i’m bored
sooo flipping bored.

what to do? what to do?
okay lemme search for some jokes, funny onez that is 😉

here goes nothing…

A patient says, “Doctor, last night I made a Freudian slip. I was having dinner with my mother-in-law and wanted to say: ‘Could you please pass the butter?’ But instead I said: ‘You silly cow, you have completely ruined my life.'”

heh lame!

Q: What do UFO’s and smart blondes have in common?
A: You keep hearing about them, but never see any.

An encounter with reality

14 Jul

Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away
Now it looks as though they’re here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday.
Suddenly, I’m not half the man I used to be,
There’s a shadow hanging over me…
(a song by BEATLES)

Heh! its funny what devastating results a single incident can cause, suddenly a long loved symphony can turn into a dead beat, the whole picture in front of you changes in a couple of seconds later, how your life falls apart in front of eyes.

Shame he climbed the highest mountain
swam against roaring seas,
confounded rivals,
longing for the sweet smell of victory.

With little food and water,
scorch marks and scars all over his body,
he fell on his knees remorsefully
cursed his life and mourned.

later,lifted his head
screwed up his courage
and carried on.

Finally, he reached his destination
later, found out that it was a place
where
the winner leaves empty handed
and the loser takes it all.

Aik shaam aur sahee

10 Jun

Chalo phir sai khushi ka gheet gaeen ab,
dil ko behlaain ab,
phir sai koi sapna bunnain,
chalo phir sai dil ko rulaain ab.

Bheegee palkoon mai terai aanay ki shamma jallai
chalo aaj phir sai umeed kai deeep jallain ab.

A Decaying Corpse

11 May

Wanna know how it feels like to lie on your back day after day, crippled, immobilized.
The very moment you feel like going out, enjoy the sun rise while sitting cosily on a beach chair or feel the magic of moonlight shimmering on the lake, stars like dew-diamonds sparkling on the tip of the fresh green grass, spread through out the sky, your body doesn’t respond. Your legs give a ‘No way’ signal and when you try to force them, all you get is a ‘Dream on!’ note. You stop trying as your no more in charge, no more in command.

It’s like going to a park with fresh green grass, multi colored flowers sprouting every where. You roam around like an innocent soul free of worries, petty quarrels over wealth and status, no obstacles of ANY kind.
Reading a book of your favourite author under the comfy, cosy shade of a tree at the other end of the park, you can feel the gush of fresh air running through your lungs, every cell in your body is celebrating, rejoicing. Everything is so magical. so fanciful when suddenly,
you fall into a hole in the ground at the other end of the park, possibly a snare for wild dogs or something. A little bruise here and a scratch there, your glad that your alive and kicking but, in a matter of seconds everything changes, birds sing no more, the scenic beauty doesn’t seem to be so catchy or tempting at all. In sheer desperation you call out for help but, all in vain, no one responses to your piteous cries till, you hear footsteps crushing the dry leaves underneath ’em. A ray of hope rekindles, you squeak and squeal, but soon the sound of the foot-steps along with your inkling hope drains away.

And so once again you wait for some miracle to bring about an end to your misrable life but, all your gallant efforts go down the drain when the clouds burst and with a crack of thunder, rain starts pelting down, as now there is no chance i say,no Chance of someone hearing your cries. Daunted by the thought of living the rest of your life in sheer misery and dismay you hope and pray, appeal to GOD to send down some angel, some miracle, a someone to rescue you, to relieve the monotomy of waiting.

And so you wait. Darkness and gloominess prevails while ‘you wait’ and ‘wait’.

This is somewhat i’ve been feeling lately.