Poetry Series
Shahzia Batool - poems -
Publication Date: 2014
Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Shahzia Batool(december 1)
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 (anti-) Ageing!
A gentle soul once asked me here to delete my Age and edit profile I read it and just passed a smile I do respect her but I ask: What will happen if I do? Where will go my achievements then? Which are knit in the web of years? The ones that I feel so proud on? Experience of my daily use? I just look back at mile-stones: From cupboard love of childhood phase, Tender touch of youthful age, Somber glow of growing years; A time there was when i was bright Writing poems in moonlit nights, I used to join my hands in faith, Standing westward kept on praying The sun used to sink in the cups of my hands, The fruits of prayers I earned a lot Some I kept and some I lost; Ageing, Friend! is not a loss, Passing years are not a waste Every age has a different taste!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 ...The Dawn Calls...
“How short time is! ” “telling Me? ” “nopes! just reminding myself” “I worked hard; still what I wish is beyond the moon” “the moon is unattainable” “that’s hard” “that’s true” “ah, yes…but then, it’s hard” “have a look! The sun dips” “yeah, it sinks” “dips here, gonna rise, somewhere else” “it’ll be dark soon” “the stars will décor the dark, you wait and see” “hmm, that’s life” “what’ll you do now? ” “I? , smoke life in metaphors, I’ll think poems” “you’ll burn yourself” “I extinguish myself” “the sun will be up again” “huh, to sink again, somewhere else” “YOU…..” “oh ok, but will it not sink again? , d'you deny it? ” “the time flies” “yeah, a relief” “what’s a heart? ” “an aching spot, why need asking? ” “but then, aching’s life” “depends, how you take it” “i…take it, aching, burning, bleeding” “the dead don’t bleed” “oh, be quiet…” “truth is unshunnable” “hey, look! not dark yet, strange” “the stars and starlets, glowing, a ransom for the sun” “can’t you forget? ” “you want death of me? ” “trees might be listening to us, they breathe” “let them…” “ask them to get away from here”
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 “whom…? ” “the stars…” “they’re friends” “I’m jealous, let the sun come up, let me die in chores” “escaping? ” “I wish I could! ” “regretting? What? ” “they kill me without knowing they’re killing me” “you are lonely? ” “sometimes, when they are with me, not when I’m really alone” “tears are worthless” “priceless” “worthless, especially when none’s there to …” “you stay here” “I’m inevitable, where’ll I go! ” “you’re precious” “let’s fly from here” “not that I’m rooted, my wings are not yet open, can’t trust them” “you never tried? ” “I never will…” “hey, look…some light” “I suspect the sun…” “think of the right word” “I knew it, I’ll die in daylight, they’ll keep me, possess me, I’ll be not me” “hogwash! You’ll change” “not my choice” “you had a vision once” “my heart aches still” “life’s calling …say Hi! ” “will you….? ” “see, don’t you delude yourself…” “…..stay with me? ” “let me go, you stay good, write poems, live life, love colors…not bad” “you trust me? ” “I know you live, when you care to” “I’m incorrigible, but, you know me…where’s my avatar? ” ------“3 appointments Today….wish me luck…! ! ! ” ------
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Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 ~silence~
Thoughts bled Words did not descend on mind I scribed silence on a blank page!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 2014
If God might let me walk the paths of 2014, (ameen) then I shall spend it as a research scholar, a student of life;
I shall learn the tones of voices, the moods' diction, the words unsaid; steal the shades from the rainbow stripes, the colored band, and make them the ink for my new poems;
I shall snap the spell of silence, and learn to talk aloud; sanity will be my targeted objective... the east sky will energize me the west sky will be my Major;
I shall learn to break the metaphors by reading the text of my dreams;
declare myself a soldier hard against the seven deadly sins;
I shall learn the ways of sages keeping sailors' vision in their eyes, under their skins,
yes,
I shall rise and I shall shine no way but this, for the stars threatened me on terms, have put a condition before me that they won't talk to me unless I become the leading luminary brightening up my own horizon! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 A Charming Carnelian Ring! ! !
If it transpires that you do not find me drawing breath, If there comes a time when my voice does not echo in your ears, If it comes to pass that my book shelf is in mourning for me, Then give my books to someone and tell them To take care of them As my eyes will still linger on every line of every page.
Somewhere around is my book of poems: If possible, take care of it. It has traversed many thoughts, It has been decorated and honored with many words, It has been close to the boundaries of life.
If at all you remember me, then do just this: If a thirsty traveler passes by, quench his thirst; Pray for its reward to come to me. On sad evenings, when the birds are quiet, Strew some grain for them, give them water For they would be sheltering a lot of sorrow under their wings, They hide their sorrows from others. When the Muezzin calls in the morning Remember me in your prayers, Tell Allah to forgive me, As I do not carry the sin of heartbreak with me. When you look at the sky think that a face resembling mine Has found a place among the stars. I know it will be like this
I don’t know why I think I will be present among the galaxies Do not be annoyed that my legacy to you is only books And some poetry, and...a carnelian ring!
© Shahzia Naqvi
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 A Child's Supplication!
O Maker of this universe! ! ! ! ! Sought in silence, prose and verse!
Teach me Lord to sing Thy Praise On strings of these my humble lays
O Knower of all black and white Pour on us Thy heaven's light
Thou knowst our deep folds and layers Unto Thee I send my prayers
Bless the sick with healthy life Help the ones who are in strife
Grow us strong to serve the nation with progress, peace and education
Ignorance sweeps us with its might Help us remove it by our light
Leave us not our Gracious God Save us from all evils odd
Grace our minds with blessings Thine We wish to stay forever Thine
Desert us not, O worthy Lord The path is thorny and so broad
Our hands are seeking for Thy mercy Bless us withThy boundless mercy
Bless my parents and my teachers Friends and siblings, all Thy creatures!
Ameen! ! !
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 A Fruit-Laden Tree!
This thought is upon a fruit-laden Tree Whose fruits and shades for all were free It looked at many a rich harvests Experienced many a droughts It bore the pangs of scorching sun, Raining, hailing and snowfall It witnessed the reigns of many a kings it sung the notes of many a seasons Heard moral tales of rise and fall It was the friend of the big and small It read of many a coup de tat Seeds and tender infant plants Grew under its cool and bounteous shades Many a travelers took rest and relief Under its fertile boughs and leaf-arcades; Last night, the death angel claimed its claim Now tender plants will grow in pain Face to face with sunlight and rain But, the up torn tree will never be rooted again!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 A Girl Of Nine!
I neither claim to be a perfect being nor a person free of flaws my heart is made of rebel stuff it does not follow laws somewhere inside I keep a child who does never grow She has her silent tantrums wild which mostly unattended go In me resides that girl of Nine you can say second self of mine she is in contrast with me when all leave, she lasts with me she's always clad in painted frock and loves to watch the birds' flock painted hair in pony-tails silky-textured ribbon tied same in nature Maggie-like sharp in wit and moods wild up a second, down the next mercurial creature knows no rest always in some search and quest sighs with others when others sigh smiles with others in times of joys never follows what I say unlike me she likes to play I am sober, tender, mild she is naughty, wittily-styled I'm mature, she is wild I've grown up but she is child!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 A Glance!
(Inwards!) Standing upon the deck of life When I see inwards I feel myself Like a flower, wild and uncared for This burns with care and blooms when neglected Obliged I am, to all never bothering to know me The credit of my present being Goes to the two kinds of friends, those, who could never understand me, Those, who always took me in the wrong;
(Seawards!) When the soul perishes In a shipwreck of feelings capsized and sunk Lower and deeper never to get washed up The being looks like null and void When the mind is oblivious of smiles and cries When you stop caring for the cherished smile Displayed on lips, missing the pet sick chic, or a stolen doll, or recalling the first ever tears shed On the first foolish crush of the carefree childhood Can one survive such a shipwreck?
(Sunwards!) Carrying new dawns in your lap Your paleness is not justified You witness the tears, the terror all day long Is it the reason why you’re pale and sad and lost? Do not deceive me, Marking the end of the dark night Tomorrow again you’ll be up and about Quite upbeat Like a glowing, glistening face of a ready, happy child On his willing roads to school ------The tears and the terror are but the half-truth!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 14 A Glimpse!
The sun rays have left the garden croft Yet evening seems so far away everywhere is a placid stasis – a mental illusion time never stops for anyone we feel it stuck we see it flying it neither stops nor ever flies right now it moves on a steady gate the grayness falls all around in mind are flashing many scenes lost somewhere in the vales of past carrying with it all the joys the memories of my dear toys I never played with but always kept them safe in shelves away from all the girls and guys; among those toys I loved the most my lovely doll my pink pet pup of soft fur my planes, my trains, two teddy-bears I still feel sad for the orange deer Pricked to death by a pointed pin My heart still waits for the parrot I let out from the cage Out of pity And saw it flying with a child’s wonder Thinking… “did I deserve it? ” I still recall that sleepless night The next day school was the saddest day… The passing time is a wonder doc. I did not feel that aching stop I did not know it stopped or shifted to some new grown pains The nature and complexion changed The morale of the story is It’s the worth bargain when we get the pain in such exchange In fret and strife, it’s the salt of life… The evening has fallen deep now ------Thank God, the home is not far away! ! !
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 16 A Kid's Oath!
(composed on Universal children's day-2011)
I'm a lovely kid of my small house With sprightly, sparkling eyes... Holding my computer's mouse aspire to shine and rise...
With extra care i take my food And play my games, but then... i get scared of Mamma's mood When someone takes my pen...
When Papa says, 'you'll have to work', I keep on studying books... When Mamma says, 'it's time for rest' I pass her grateful looks...
I'm fond of juicy, chocolate creams, And want to be a Sultan... My glittering eyes are rich with dreams I see for Pakistan....
I love my lovely home and school, And love my friends and teachers... I'll guide and work and follow rules And make my better future... :)
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 17 A New Song Of Innocence & Experience!
A wounded child waved to him He stopped his car with a caring heart Before he knew it An armed and tightly muffled man came from the dark in the rear Knocked him down on the hard ground The next moment when he came to his senses Found himself alone The man and the child in the car were off he saw upwards As if to search for his late father An honest face emerged in the flakes of moonlit clouds He heard him speak some silent words, “My Son, I know the times are bad, Don’t look with these complaining eyes My lessons that I taught to you are still but right Keep intact your innocence And leave aside your foolishness Just use your brain and think before the act of mercy Where to stop, where not to stop… I gave you all the gift of trust but Certainly not the blind one…
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 18 A Poem... By Ramesh Rai!
Life cannot be scribed into words Or else I would shift the whole of it By my pen on the paper Then I would sign it, and say Take it This is my life!
Life cannot be embellished by cosmetics Or else I would décor my life By carrying it to some parlor, and say How beautiful life is! Life is a feeling which breathes every moment And aches with desire to live!
Life is ready to face When problems come Or else what is that life In which there’s nothing to do? Life is to live Life is to die Someone lives after death Someone dies while living Die only those For whom life is a burden The purpose of life is not fulfilled Only by ascending gallows It is fulfilled if one gives something substantial to the world While dying! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 19 A Quatrain (Urdu) !
Dekhti aankh ki hadon mein nahi dil ki gehrayyon mein pinhan hun wo meri yaad mein nhi shamil abb mein tanhayon mein tanha hun!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 20 A Square Deal
Pardon me, my Pakistan! land of hopes and finest dreams! where gently flow the shining streams and youthful rivers... I know...that i am miserable... I promised much to do for you a lot of work... but i admit i could not do the least of it. O vale of smiles! when i say in deep despair, ' i love you not ', believe me not... I accept we made you messy I accept we did you wrong I admit your urban scenes are full of horrid savagery; but...Pakistan! all of us have really drawn tasty victuals from your soil... we enjoy the air of freedom. despite the mess and ethnic strife, stale, stagnant economic life, you are still a gift of God a perfect thought of our Quaid, our savior, hero, able-guide - now i realize that i should work with extra toil in response to all your favors this will be a square deal IF we think and IF we feel...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 21 A Sterling Man! ! !
Riveted are my mind's eyes at the glitter of the stars in the glistening lake of blue, and wish to see in the skies the Man whose double's hard to find who is lost in deadly jaws of cruel Nature's iron laws; but in vain, you know because the ones once gone never return... though visit but in injured thoughts, wishes bleak and weary dreams... so does my gentle loving Father whom i always yearn to see whom i always love to talk whom my eyes do ever seek with the moon, amidst the stars a sterling Man indeed he was! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 22 A Wasted Ride!
That hide and seek of shade and light, that misty dawn with cool poise, smoky eyes, cold hearts, that tired glance which blurred the scene, that journey dark in frozen fog and that too without the sustenance, neither the mile-stones guided nor the destinations reached, I was faced with time-constraints either to wait for someone or to search myself, now I stop mid-way and look at my hands i find there just a truth wide all regrets for a wasted ride!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 23 Aao Baaten Karen! (Urdu)
Aao rang e shafaq! Shokh rang e shafaq! Mil k baaten karen, Uss ki baaten karen... Ik naey rang say waqt ko rok len, Ik naey taur say her guzartay huey pal ko awaz den, Or dhalti hui raat ki nabz ko thaam len iss tarha k kisi ko khabar bhi na ho, Iss tarha K koi shor bhi naa macchay... Or shamma bhi baaton me shamil rahay, Mah o anjum bhi jhuk jhuk k suntay rahen, sir ko dhuntay rahen, khwab buntay rahen, kyun naa rang e shafaq! Shokh rang e shafaq! Ek fursat say aankhon me raaten karen, Mil k baaten karen, Uss ki baaten karen...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 24 Aao Suraj Ko Ufaq Paar Utarta Dekhen!
Kuchh naya kaam karen or sochen khud ko be-rubt khayalon k hawalay kr den phir ye dekhen kahan, kis tarha se kia hota he... raat aati he kahan se abhi chal kr dekhen chaand ko dusri janib se palat kr dekhen yeh jo rukhsaar-e-falak pr he shafaq...kesi he? aao dekhen k dhanak rang ki shokhi me neha'n raaz kia he k jo heraan kiye deta he? neend wadi me yeh khwabon ka basera he kidhar? khwab kia cheez hen chal kr unhen choo kr dekhen chandni shab ko chanaaron pe bikharta dekhen aasmanon ko bahaaron me nikharta dekhen aao suraj ko ufaq paar utarta dekhen! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 25 Acrostic Poem
G - -Goggled glance and naughty bearing H - -Honest in his nature U - -Unlike some, his soul is daring L - -Level in his stature A - -All the day in work he spends M - -Manages leisure for his friends… ------A - -Ample merits he preserves H - -Honor sufficient he deserves M - -Mostly takes the stress on nerves A - -Always smilingly he serves D - -Deeper knowledge he conserves… ------S - -Suns in pockets, Moon on palm H - -Holds a storm behind the calm A - -Acts as if he's always happy H - -Happy, yes, when he's on lappy I - - I.T, Poetry, Selfie craze D - -Dainty skills forever amaze … ------
Poetic Form: Character Acrostic ------Stanza 1: a Quatrain and a couplet, rhyming abab-cc Stanza 2: a Cinquain Stanza 3: 3 Couplets
Composition: © Shahzia Naqvi
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 26 Acrostic Poetry: Months Of The Year!
January:
Jamming, freezing, cold month After fine December days North winds signal winter here Union of the fruit and fog Apple, Orange, Guava rule Rest eludes, days are short Yummy food is boiled egg yolk!
February:
Fresh air of the shortest month Eastward look gives nice sunshine Best of colors girls wear Rustics sing idyllic rimes Up and down the birds enjoy At the weather's pleasant drives Rest is followed after the work Year is in its infancy!
March:
Moderate nature weather-wise After marking the winter's end Rural sites glow heavenly Creepers load with saps and buds Happy hearts welcome Spring!
April:
April showers of ancient times Peer again with beauties new Rivers flow at even pace Inviting scenes spread everywhere Love is in the air for all!
May:
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 27 Month of mangoes' subtle taste After eager wait for months Yummy delight is here again!
June:
Jasmine and the queen of night Ultra-violet rays avoid No more roses bloom now End of Spring and peak of Summers
July:
Jesting, playing, laughing ends Unrest due to hottest days Long days and short nights You are known for temper hot!
August:
Active, lavish, fast downpours Undue tolls we have to pay Grim and strong rains turn to flood Underwater snakes play So many enjoy the rains The month of having fried food!
September:
Summers' end begins from here Even then it drags till the end People long for joining the work They wish for life renewed at best Extra work takes extra time Mornings till the late at night Bless the time with honesty, Energy, vitality Rest of the three months are but left!
October:
Oven-baked crackers' time
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 28 Cups of tea and fine sun glow The month of pleasant luxuries Off and on enjoy but all Big ones and some very small East and west all celebrate Refresh this October's nice days!
November:
New dreams carry some new hopes On the chariot of November Vocals of the cuckoo bird End the worries of the hearts Many joys spring up afresh Best of all is season's joy Exams linger over the heads Rule of studies is not to forget!
December:
Dearest month of Jesus' birth Excess of some added mirth Curds and creams adorn the tables Embers flying from bon fires Mystery carrying in their glow Best of all I love this month Ever fine and pleasant time Remember, I was born on 1st!
© Shahzia Naqvi
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 29 Acrostic-Poetry!
P/ Positive thinking elevates earth O/ Opulent role it richly plays E/ Earth and sky get clad in mirth T/ Transcending petty, evil ways
R/ Resurrecting life in creative mystery Y/“Yes, the language might be poetry”
© Shahzia Naqvi
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 30 After It Rained!
Roof-tops quickened by juvenile shouts kites are flying against the sky drawing strokes of brilliant art canvas sky and artist breeze changing patterns now and then flaked, patched, and barred clouds; deep-delighting wafts of breeze fluttering, floating, gliding birds; haughty sun is not so hot throat of soil is not so slaked veins of leaves are no more parched peace-treaty duly signed between the heaven and the earth, life resurrected after it rained!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 31 All Is Not Lost!
Good dreams are bad friends Rendering reality more painful than ever Stung by them I suffer from my split being The rebel self; When words deceive The silence offers shield to me; I wonder why Whenever To sow the seeds of love I put the dibble into the soil The land hits me back by its hardness It gets dried up- My hand stops impulsively But eyes never stop dreaming What if The efforts to grow love stay unresponded Perhaps The need to soften the soil has grown to double; How a wish for a gentle rainfall Makes a mockery of my desires As the water rushes inside and floods away The dear belongings of my heart- The blows of despair Try in vain To drive away the clouds of joys From my hope-skies, But all is not lost Since my eyes never stop dreaming!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 32 Amma K Naam...! ! ! (Urdu)
Janay kiskis tarha mushkil se sambhala mujh ko! Meri maa tu ne boht pyar se paala mujh ko...... !
Apne kirdar se, guftaar se taaleem kia Neik seerat bharay afkaar se taaleem kia kia sahi, kia he ghalat, nok palak batlai Ye namaz or dua tu ne hamay sikhlai
Tu ne kundan ki tarha se he ujaala mujh ko! Meri maa tu ne boht pyar se paala mujh ko!
Tarbiat din ki aulad ko aamaal se di Roshni tu ne sahi raah ki afa'al se di Zer e taameer sahi, me teri taameer to hun Aaj me jo hun teri zaat ki tasveer to hun
Tu ne suraj ki tarha shab se nikala mujh ko! Meri maa tu ne boht pyar se paala mujh ko!
Kese pehchaanay teri zeest ka unwaan koi Bistar e marg tha ya jang ka maidaan koi Itni takleef sahi dil se magar sabr kia lub se shikva na dia, sham o sahar shukr kia
Kon mushkil me bhala de ga sambhaala mujh ko! Meri maa tu ne boht pyar se paala mujh ko!
Akhri baar kalejay se mujhe liptana Kese bhoolay ga kalaavon ka hamay pehnana Mere naa cheez se haathon ko lagaya lub se Dil Batool ab bhi yehi bol raha he tub se
Meri maa tu ne boht pyar se paala mujh ko! Meri maa tu ne boht pyar se paala mujh ko!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 33 An Epiphany!
In a book of some abstruse philosophy on the words of Sartre a butterfly was lost in the thoughts of her being!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 34 Anarchy
I want to make it quite clear..... my heart is not a thoroughfare. i long for never-never land for honest people, nice and fair.
no joys i find in shallow world im fed up of this love-sick air. wipe out these tears and hold the grief i don't have too much time to share.
but darkness can't be a horrid thing sun shines through this mist of despair. friends oft misinterpret my love they judge me but by surface layer.
so time is up, so words are spent, so i intend to go, ....but where?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 35 Anarchy Ii
I have been searching all this while; miles n miles, I know not where i lost my smiles...
My heart's been over brimmed with fears; years n years, Oh God! where i have lost my tears...
My soul's been groping since the birth; on skies n earth, I'm flustered where i lost my mirth...
I daily shriek to shake the skies; twice n thrice, do try to cry, but where are cries...
I have been trying to kill the pain; but all in vain, M y God distill some blessed rain...
O Lord! do help me change my mind; You Just n Kind! so rest n peace my soul may find...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 36 Ankhen (Urdu)
Jaagti sochti hui aankhen Noor mein dolti hui aankhen Jaanay kiya kuchh chhupa k rakhti hen khwahishen rokti hui aankhen iss jahan ko baha bhi sakti hen bund-e-gham kholti hui aankhen sub dilon ko mila k rakhti hen silsilay jorrti hui ankhen Raaj Her saltanat Pe karti hen Her samay Bolti hui aankhen
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 37 Answer Me!
After the death of the last man in a series of wild revenge between the two families which lasted till three generations to the date now the courts are set comprising elders of the clan invitations are sent to widows for the peace-settlement ------what is peace?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 38 Apple (Inspired!)
Sometimes i think is it good or is it bad to be an apple of one's eyes? if there was no apple then God would have selected some other fruit for the existence...
Newton should be grateful in heaven God does not grow water-melons on trees or else no Newton, no Gravitational theory...
i see injustice on your part to have forgotten Blake's Poisonous Apple of grudge in your poem as we all implant a poison tree...
Apple of technology Is an apple of discord among the school kids Of white-collared parents, So I don’t like it…
A deceiving fruit Glossy skin and shine But is there any guarantee inside?
But even then we need it If we want to keep the doctor away,
And we need it too If we want to arrange our poetic images In an apple-pie order Just to convey to the reader What we want…
to all my siblings, there’s my request For some day If I be your guest Do not offer to me the BiGG Apple It’s better to have a simple glass of water Mixed with purity of affection! ! !
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 40 April In The Lawn!
Exotic perfumes divine display of colors the Elysian scene!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 41 At A Locksmith's
Excuse me Sir! excuse me please, I've heard about your too much fame you claim to make amazing keys in perfect ease. Now prove your worth and pray tell me, if there 's any master key by which one can unlock the door- of iron hearts...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 42 Bagh-E-Dil! ! !
Bagh e dil pur bahaar rakhtay hen khud pe hum aitbaar rakhtay hen
wusaten aasman ki chhoo na saken hum wo oonchha waqar rakhtay hen
wo hen kum zarf jo khizan me bhi aarzuey bahaar rakhtay hen
kitnay nayaab hen jo dunia me khwahishon pr mohaar rakhtay hen
be-panaah zarf he gulaabon ka apnay daaman me khaar rakhtay hen
kitnay nadaan hen wo bashar jo sada dil sar-e-rahguzaar rakhtay hen....
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 43 Bait!
Staying positive! a myth of self-deception, yes at least for a down pulse quite tough it is to think of a joyous realization out of the bleeding dreams about that unspeakable pain of being caught up once right in the throat especially when one is swimming freely with a fearless face put on when there's no experience on record of ever being angled like this before, hungry souls are always hooked by a tasty bait!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 44 Beyond Reach!
The colored clouds of the autumnal sky with a glistening gray base are temptations enough for me to getmore close to myself, and inviting me to color my hands by soaking them in the liquid arches of the rainbow shades so lavishly spilt as if the palette is dropped down by the artistic hand on the western edge of the fabric of the azure sky…
Or create a splash of vibrant hues In those colored lakes for unless I touch the cloud with my own hands I wouldn't know whether it is as soft as cotton as cold as ice that white and gray and golden cloud…
Let me feel on my pulse whether it gets melted down in the warmth of my hands or simply freezes them in return… O' to fly so high that the stars start looking bigger than the apparent size on the sky Alas! Quite beyond my reach! Useless dreaming… How tough it is to make one's angry Muse reconciled, Or the lost one, found? So it is confirmed by many more desperate attempts to compose a verse ending in failure… ------so this one is no exception!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 45 Bonding!
Smelling the flower on the laden twig of a plant is your real bonding with Nature, and not plucking it, for more than the top of your dinner-table, more than your mistress' long tresses, more than your aesthetic taste-buds, let the buds stay on the boughs, do not make the Nature barren for the mere selfish satisfaction and pleasure!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 46 Child Labour
Just hard life bitter strife Selling balloons not playing with them driving carts of ice-cream sticks not tasting them wiping the screens breaking the stones picking the cocoa beans not eating the chocolates facing snubs and harsh looks no pen to write no bags, no books dreamy eyes vacant stares wishful thoughts feet bare I hear Blake speaking pity from heart's core just take care lest you should drive an angel from your door!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 47 Come Along!
come along with me my enemy! sing a song with me, my enemy! if you have any sight: sharp and keen- have a look at the trees: tall and green - take breath in breeze: fresh and clean- suppress your thoughts: foul and mean- and don't try to do any wrong with me come along with me...
i find this eve: calm and serene- so soft this grass is velvet green- for a friendly move it's a perfect scene' so why speak a word so strong with me come along with me...
be glad and smile like a rose of spring... forget for a while every sad thinking... only friendly style is a finest thing... so let's go and walk for a long with me come along with me...
step one: let's leave all bad stuff. step two: let's shake our hands in love. step three: witness new dawns with me. come along with me and turn my FRIEND come along with me...
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 49 Come Back Home!
Come back Father! come back Home! see your daughter come back home request is long, though words are meager, heart is tired, eyes are eager, to see you again but cannot find a single glimpse of your face full of grace... O! kind and tender! come back home... with your image dreams are pregnant dreams are rich but inadequate, for this craving heart. i have portraits of your figure fine but these photos are unkind. they don't let your tender hands reach my head. so come back home... why don't you hear my mute cries...? tho' these are knocking upon the higher skies. don't you know that in my heart your memory lies. my anxious soul and silent sighs call you Father come back Home... see your daughter come back Home...
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 51 Confidence
Go anywhere else in the world if you can, but listen you can't cross the boundaries of my heart as your smile is synonymous to life your person has the warmth of summer in the dead cold of winter, the one, whose bonding is gaining grounds with me and the roots are getting deep and strong!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 52 Cries From The Cage!
We are but the captive Birds Craving for consoling words Our own Garden, The orchard of Heaven Is made our cage The perennial prison, for nothing but a fake reason; The glowing, rising sun is captive, imprisoned are the moon and stars. You gave us food and things to eat, but cut the feathers, bound the feet. Our soil is pure like a martyr's blood. Our feelings are in deadly flood. Round the clock we raise this slogan: freedom, freedom- It's a cry of souls imprisoned, But souls awakened, Hoping that one day We'll be able To tear down the veil between our cry and the sky...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 53 Dawn!
Memories dawn on me at the nightfall, have you seen where's gone the darkness?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 54 Dear Father! ! !
A person, honest, loving and kind Save you dear Father is hard to find; without your love there is no way this life is like a tragic play. I pass my time with no interest, this world is but a place of distrust. No sugar there is, no salt, no taste, things are just an utter waste. Carefree was I in your life, never knew the pain and strife. memories are my only treasure, in which i seek my only pleasure. After you i lost my Mom now house looks like a dismal dome. May your Home be really bright with brilliant, blissful, heavenly light. (Amen)
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 55 December! ! !
Ab k phir December hay khirkiyon k pardon say jhaank kr zara dekho kesa sard mosum hay bheega bheega manzar hay soi soi shaamen hen hum hen or yaden hen kyun na apni yadon say gard jharr kr dekhen soey soey jazbon ko phir ubhaar kr dekhen sath sath ye puchhen zakam zakhm yadon se khoon to nahi rista? dilfigaar sapnon ko chot to nahi lagti? Phir jab in sawaalon ka jo jawab bhi aey uss ko maan lena hay kyun k ye to hona hay kyun k phir December hay. Aasman pe kia dekhen? dhund ki hukoomat hay kuchh nazar nahi aata urr chukay parinday bhi sard sard podon se phool bhi to ghaiyb hen aik wo jo gulshan mein khush gulu si koyal thi wo bhi ab nahi gaati kyun kharray darakhton pr chhai ye udaasi hay zard zard pattay hen kis qadar khamoshi hay aik sard mehri hay Ghaur se zara dekho doobta hua suraj apni be-zubani mein keh raha hay dunia say
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 56 iss gulab manzar say doobnay ka ye lamha kisqadar sitamgar hay kia kahen December hay zeest ki kahani ko sochh ki rawani ko rokna hi behtar hay khirkiyon k pardon say jhaank kr zara dekho bheega bheega manzar hay ab k phir udaasi he Ab k phir December hay.
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 57 Defining... 'Vibes'!
Attraction in abstraction turning the soul scape autumn into lush spring shades before you know it;
the strong, binding, driving force leads you to pick up the pearl from the depth of the sea and embroider it to the skies ------
Life's colors brighten the twilight hues of soul when true vibes come...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 58 Didi!
I live moment by moment no saving, planning, scheming for future my present is my treasure my present is my life what is there behind my words is simple, tender, gentle heart i'm thirsty for the nectar of love brewed in the cellars of pure affection
am i wrong if i show my parched tongue in need of the honeyed word my ears heard once and my eyes read many times addressed to me? my heart knows no policies no politics a kind and mild heart alive and wild heart a pure and child heart
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 59 Discovery
I remember well that enchanting moment when Fate got kind to me and gave me a chance to discover You in me, then, at once, I found You in my isolation, my thoughts and my dreams- dreams that got rich... since then, I remained no longer isolated in my isolation...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 60 Distance
My mind with all the precious treasures of memories travels a lot... but the distance of its journey is from myself to yourself...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 61 Do Not Say Goodbye Again!
Don't increase my suffering, pain; do not say goodbye again! 'I love to see you all the time, ' this says to you my eyes' rain. do not say goodbye again! my eyes have seen the shocking scene of going away of many friends... but calling them, requesting them was all in vain. my only Friend! you ought to know this fact that on my heart's realm but you still reign 'i love to see you all the time' this says to you my eyes' rain... do not say goodbye again...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 62 Donation!
A touching scene
earth in tremors
sea in flood
rescue members
nowhere seen
a begging girl,
in fact in need
horrid state
of poverty
a Flatterer comes
shouts aloud
All of you
stand in a queue
mam will come
and give you funds...
a mom cries
my child is dying...
flatterer shouts
No Help!
No Fund!
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till... Camera comes…! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 64 Dreams
Unsubstantial world Precursors of reality Either true or false!
Seen with open eyes Building castles in the air Ending in surprise!
Weaving different web Transporting the wavered mind From the fret of life!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 65 Dua! ! !
teray chehray pay mein gul rang nazaaray dekhun muskurati hui aankhon mein sitaray dekhun
maand na hon kabhi chehray pay khushi ki kirnen teri nazron mein hama waqt sharaaray dekhun
yeh dua he teri raahon mein bhanwar na ho koi teri nao ko mein darya k kinaaray dekhun
teri khatir mein Khuda say yeh talab karti hun jis qadar dost bhi dekhun wo tumhaaray dekhun
apnay bandhan pay kabhi bhi na koi aanch aey iss jahan ko teri chahat k sahaaray dekhun
raat andheri ho ya pheli hui mahtab shaben aasman per teri taqdeer k taaray dekhun
jis dagar per teray jaanay ka guman ho jaey uss dagar ko na kbhi khof k maaray dekhun
teri aamad ka pata inn se hi lug jata he mein badaltay hue mosam k ishaaray dekhun
azal say behtey huay jharnon ki maanind Batool dosti k sada behtay hue dharay dekhun...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 66 Dua! ! ! (Urdu)
Dua ke ehteraam mein Dua k faiz kiya likhun Dua se hi hayaat Or dua se hi sabaat he Dua se hi jaha’n mein Sub nizaam ko farogh he Dua hi mohtaram he Or dua hi ehteraam he Barho zara samet lo Kahin se gar dua mile Faqeer ki yeh fikr he Dua hi Rab ka zikr he Dua se hi museebaton Ke marhabon ki maut he Dua hi josh-e-Haidery Ki thoss Alhadeed he Mohammad-e-azeem ne Bataya wo sabaq he yeh Jo apni zaat-e-Pak se Sikhaya wo amal he yeh Yeh Fatima ki ungliyon Ki tasbeeh-e-mubarika Siye jo Darzi-e-Jinna’n Barang-e-surkh-o-sabz Yeh Dua-e-Syeda Hassan Hussain ka libaas he Dua hi dast-e-Qambari Mein oont ki mohaar he Kaneez-e-Fatima ke Mojzay se jo ataa hui Kalaam-e-pak mein likhi Azeem Hal ataa he yeh Dua Ali ke faiz mein Kabeer bhi sagheer bhi Dua Hassan ka rizq he Yeh jang he Hussain ki Saheefa-e-Sajjad mein Dua hi hukmaraan he Yeh Paanchwen Imam k
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 67 Sabar ka imtehan he Jo Sadiq ik imam hen Yeh unka bhi kalaam he Dua bahisht-e-Karbala Dua hi Kazimaen he Dua hi Mashhad-ur-Raza Ki jaaliyon ka mojza Taqi ki barkaton bhara Dua hi ek jaam he Naqi ne haath uthaey Unko Askari ataa huay Namaz-e-shab mein Askari uthaen dast-e-pak jo Jahan mein Hujjat-e-Khuda Ka mustaqil zahoor ho Dua Sagheer-e-Karbala Ki muskurahaton ki daen Dua Alam k saey mein Jahan ka behtareen nizam Dua kalaam-e-asr he Dua ke faiz kiya likhun Ke Hajj ki or zakaat ki Som or salaat ki Dua hi zaib-o-zain he Namaaz ki bahaar he Aqeeda-o-amal me Iss se behtareen or kiya Yeh Karbala-e-asr mein Ataa-e-Kirdgaar he Museebaton ki jang mein Dua hi Zulfiqaar he Azeem naad-e-Haidery Ke vird ka husool he Batool ke qalam pe Rahmaton ka yeh nuzool he! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 68 Eid Greetings!
To all survivors of natural calamities, to all sufferers of man-created disasters, to all affectees of power-outage, water-crisis, law & order, to all fellows who have survived price-hike as a shooting star, economic-depression, suicidal attacks, (though who knows what next?) to all prisoners who are not criminals, to all sick fighting for life, my learned Teachers, my all able students, my poet-friends, my gentle readers, in the country, across the borders, I offer you all Eid-greetings!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 69 Ek Aarzoo!
Dukhon ki chhaon mein Taaron ko saibaan kr k Gulon se rang chura k Mein roshnai karun Jo bus chalay To tuloo-o-ghuroob ka manzar Falak pe bikhri hui ek daastan ker dun Hawa k dosh pe Aanchal ko baadbaan ker k Jo bus chalay To mein baadal k naqsh-e-paa pe chalun...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 70 Ek Chhota Sa Kaam Kr Dena! ! ! (Urdu)
Janay walay musafiro mera! ek chhota sa kaam kr dena dur basti me rehne walon ko jaa k mera salam keh dena or kehna k yeh jo rishte hen dil k mazboot bandhanon me aseer gardishen maah o saal ki in ko ab kbhi bhi na tor paen gi chahay jitni bhi durian aen chahaton ko ghata na paen gi ay musafir tu meri janib se uss nagar k tamaam logon ko mere dil ka payam de dena dur basti me rehne walon ko jaa k mera salam keh dena...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 71 Ek Nazm!
Yeh Bata shoes pehne hen Yeh pony-tails bandhi hen Abhi khanay ki table per Jo yeh dice banaya he Tumhe bus yeh sunana he Me ik azaad chirya hun Mujhe tum chehchahanay do Mujhe ab chup nhi rehna Magar yeh kehte rehna he Me khul k le sakun jin ko Meri apni bhi saansen hen Meri apni bhi neenden hen Jo azaadi ka jazba he Kabhi wo mar nhi sakta Qafas qaidi k sapnon ko Kabhi sir kr nhi sakta Mujhe ab chup nhi hona Yeh tum se kehte rehna he Mujhe azaad rehne do Mujhe azaad rehna he
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 72 Elections-2013
Tall claims and vain boasts- a nation sits in paper-boats of false vows and fake oaths
Shoutings, howlings of big names, TV anchors all aflame, Foul exchange of angry blames
little Pond and huge whales, swallowing rights on large scales, leaving us to groan and wail
Those we've never seen before, beg for votes from door-to-door, on their knees, nay, all fours
taking risks there is no room- who is making fool of whom? Let us see whose fate will bloom
This alone, our dire need: Save us from all fraud and greed- Bless us, God, with honest lead!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 73 Elections-2013 (Ii)
Having killed the giant after fighting hard, Hari came back victorious, and slept sweet and sound sleep, but to his dismay, the next morn he saw, alas! the giant grinning cunningly occupying the throne!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 74 Elegy On The Dried Ink!
Under the indescribable skies standing, wondering at the incomplete account of the stories untold the flow of thoughts will stay at birth the bond with the muse is lost; Standing, stumbling upon the unbelievable earth the words die a prenatal death and the case of not so easy breaths, the tales of souls of every description or definition, the unmade rhymes on a rose-petal, the unsung songs on the rain-birds locked up in a blood clot somewhere inside the brain or the veins of heart what is there is the sense of loss for the pen uncapped and the dried ink and the page left blank... ------Haven't I painted my all felt void?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 75 Embers! ! !
Whatever cool, calm and serene was there in life, it was there only when they were alive my parents! Life was life worthy and worth-living and now when they are no more it has become a compulsion and an obligation 'how time flies when one has fun' and how it stops, gets static to the limits of suffocation when the essence of life is just taken out of it. When they were there with me with all there being shedding all affections life was easy; now when they are no more, death has become easy. Death is no parting, as is assumed, for they say meeting with the dead and gone is much much possible, the bare fact is that though i cant see them but it's gratifying enough that at least they can see me; they are not going to come, but i'm expected to go and meet them sooner or later
What is Death? an antonym of life? , a law of nature? , a parting-agent marking a line of separation between the living and the dead? , or a divine order? whatever it is, it's not strong enough even to create a few seconds worth separation of us
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 76 from our dear ones. They are more close to us, we are more close to them. 'our dead are never dead to us untill we have forgotten them.' Life without them is like a tedious journey barefoot under the rotten sun O! for the faces that are gone and hidden within the entrails of the sodden ground! O! for the precious lives that are vanished and slipped out of our hands like grains of sand the death-angel WAS there in our own house and no suspicion, no fear since the grip on life was that strong but at that very moment, the string that held us together broke down Nothing is left now but grief, grief and a long-lasting emptiness which will never come to an end... Regrets... for the calls not responded, regrets... for the moments not spent with those whose eyes just looked forward for the company... 'Death! be not proud! ' if you were really a mighty being, you would take the memories with you too, but here you are not strong rather very weak; now did you get to know your worth? Death, you cant kill. you can hide aface but not the memories of that face that i cherish and will keep on cherishing forever; my still hot unextinguished embers of love
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 77 will never be cooled down, though i'm alive but the life has lost its colours!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 78 Encomium For Holy Prophet S.A.W.W
A humble tribute laid for Thee......
All respect and love are due to Thee......
O cynosure of many a world...... ! ! !
Creation BE! Only for Thee......
Thou art the cause for HIS design......
our puny earth but an ensign......
Heaven is sold as thy love's price.....
even He's willing to trade for Thee.....
the grades of angels. He put on high.....
forever in love their praise be Thee
Thy name's carved on the pearly gates
And so their stature raised for Thee......
to proclaim this praise an honor for me
all that's Holy stands to pray for Thee!
My gratitude to Saadat Tahir for his substantial guidance here!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 79 Encomium Ii (Urdu)
Karri dopeher mein rahmat ka saibaan likhun K roz e hashr k sehra mein gulsitan likhun
Wo jin k naam ka lena sawab ho jaey Mein aa'n Janab ki azmat ka kia bayan likhun
Uss abr e doulat e rahmat ki chhaon sir pe rahe Ussay mein nur kahun, sukh ka aastan likhun
Kitab e dil ka hr ik warq ba wazoo kr dun Ali ka bhai likhun, Fatima ki jaan likhun
Palay hon jis pe Hassan or Hussain bachpan mein Mein esse dosh ko shafqat ka aasman likhun
Woh jis k khiltay hi jannat mein phool khiltay hon Mein kia tabassum e be-misl ka bayan likhun
Batool naat e Muhammad ki roshni he boht Mein zikr-e-pak ki mehfil ka kia samaan likhun!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 80 Enigma! ! !
When sun rays meet with falling rain they create a lovely band of finest hues; when dew drops greet an infant bud, then at once, it smiles and blooms; but nothing happens when drops of tears fall on heart, no display of Nature's laws we find there, no fruitful show like a smiling flower, gleaming rainbow, and the like appear, no harmony reflects from the meeting of our outer weather with inner season why is it so?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 81 Euphrates' Regrets! ! !
My wandering waves are weeping still On those who died for God's Will…
I still recall some children's cries Which shook and shattered the seven skies
These cries echo even till today And remind me of that gloomy day
When Hussain was ready for great sacrifice He called His martyrs in heart-rending voice
I witnessed the scene when He demanded water I regret I could not provide Him water
I was in shackles, I was imprisoned My waves, my shores were all imprisoned
It's no use crying now He has gone With friends and kinsmen, sad and forlorn
I feel I can't face His Grand Father 'cause while dying He was in want of water
His brother is my lord so brave Whose flag is hoisted on my wave
Oft I recall those cries that burst My ears with feeble shouts of 'thirst'
My days are destined but to cry On slaked tongues and throats dry
I can't excuse myself my God I still regret my Lord, my God!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 82 Eve!
The creation of woman was meant to decor the world's interior, just to add a soft touch to the rocky contours upon the hard crust of the earth, and to stay as a partner to Adam, a blessing as a sister, a counselor as a better-half, a divine light as a mother, a source of delight as a daughter...Her wildness can be treated by some mildness, a fire to be handled with care using a safety valve, carrying in eyes the vagueness of delphic obscurities, her life is the happening one, no less than an epic, she is the primary color in the artist's palette with a myriad shades, the melody of a piper's notes that touch the heart, the metaphor of poets, interpreted in multiple meanings, a butterfly among the falcons...But now this is the time to refresh the profile of this mostly mishandled, misused rather abused being especially in the 3rd world countries, she is the one who should know well what are her boundaries and limits to be successful and safe in all terrible times...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 83 Faith!
Do you want to know?
What faith you follow?
Pray do not go for names and labels
Labels do not really matter
As religions do not go by brands
But goodness, substance, quality!
For what good do labels do?
Can anyone say he follows that brand of faith?
Where lies are not told,
In which hearts are not broken,
Where honors are safe from brutal hands,
Cheating is not Neatly done
Brothers do not kill brothers
Where devils do not appear divine
Where sham wars are not waged by killing the innocent?
Are we not taught that killing a human is killing the humanity?
True following of goodness norms
Forms the figure of your faith
Actions will be valued as good
If intentions will be pure
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where caste and colour, race and creed
are not really followed
Do you want to know?
What religion you follow?
Well, seek for it in the fairness you think
and the goodness you do
faith is the fusion of pure preaching and fine following
We’ll justify being the human beings
If than all things we place the faith above
By staying good for following
Just goodness, peace and love! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 85 Feel Of The Moment!
I look upwards but can't guess what the time is 3. Pm or ? The day is waning The dull quietness is ruling everywhere Silently It’s all void of sound, noise or any voice The stillness is ominous (ominous... perhaps is not a right word, you might call it...intuitive) The shadows are falling oblique Sometimes get elongated Then vanished The sand-grains in the glass Are on the move Constantly No one can dare to stop The twilight from coming And enveloping all the scene around Soon all the colors of nature Will hide themselves Behind the ruling gray Yet all is not dark still So nice it is to have a walk On the soft shoulders of the rustic roads Neither dark nor bright And to explore the mystic ruminations Falling so intuitively Never forget to keep the pen and the pocket-diary ready For capturing such creative moments divine The human company is not wanted as it might kill some feel of the moment By the prosaic talk of the here and now Keep looking straight The way is at a risk of losing The shadows of the avenues of the side trees Are printed on the road Some will see the nightfall As their final stop Some will be on the move
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 86 To witness the next dawn breaking Or beyond The river-bed on the west Is ready for the tired sun for a night sleep We shall wait for the bright dazzles of the new dawn Just a night away The company of the lighted bulbs Is pleasant enough to bear the unbearable wait… ------On the books-strewn bed, with the dream-filled pen A new poem will fall tonight the mind is ready to receive! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 87 Firdousia!
The Garden-croft of Paradise As the tender name suggests There buried deep are many dreams That once would adorn many eyes Some dear ones here have made their beds Their beings lie there in eternal rest With well-kept gardens, lush-green grass Where none can pluck the fine flowers The pavements made of nice bricks Nature’s beauty is scattered around Blue sky canvas, rain-filled clouds Incense fragrance everywhere is felt Soothing scenes are always seen Of earthly beds strewn with buds Marigold, roses, seasonal blossoms. A square structure built in center Prayer-mats laid for sacred prayers Its walls are made of marble tiles The floors are done in same style Special place for pure and brave Here lie martyrs in their graves It has a mosque and swings for kids A spacious cage for feeding the birds Two graves there have my joys keep In which my parents peacefully sleep All those who are lying there May God rest their souls in peace! (amen)
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 88 Fond Paradoxes Ii
War is like Peace in which lawlessness prevails no comfort but terror without ease.
Evening is like Morning having twilight of the same hues both mark the end of each other.
Peers are like foes a snake in the grass seeking for self-concerns.
A lie is like the Truth spoken with an evil base causing end to the smile of hearts.
Gloom is like Glee bringing tears to eyes two wheels moving on the same axle-tree.
Education is like stark ignorance teaching doubts while growing faith in fortune-teller rather than fortune-Maker.
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 89 Fond Paradoxes!
Night is like Day always on the cycle over-bearing on its turn;
Truth is like Fiction gazes us into the eyes shocks us unexpectedly;
Sleep is like Vigils in joys, fears, pressures you can't go into oblivion;
Reality is like Myth stirring, amazing, incredible for its twists and turns;
Love is like Hatred one gets obsessed with its ruling fever;
A Pious man is like Satan if keeps his goodness inside and does not spread it;
Pain is like Pleasure weaving fabric of life in equal motifs;
Age is like Youth demanding though dependent but having a rule of its own;
Life is like Death if spent like evil harming others around!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 90 From The Casements Of My Land (Ii)
The grim voyage on a grave sea Killing, crashing, roaring blows The horrid froth of unkind waves Monstrous surfs wearing mane Unequipped light Skiff Skippers here but look unfledged Oars are unreliable Chance is unpredictable Maps lost and long-forgotten Misty haze Dense and opaque Lighthouse tower nowhere seen Eyes are groping For its nodding, guiding beams Leaving oars I close my eyes, my hands I raise Extend Your mercy O Lord of lords Great of greats Grand of grand Verily, You are the One we worship and praise! ------
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 91 From The Casements Of My Land!
The skies are casting threatening look The weather grim and silent be The clouds are charged with toxic rain The fields intend no better crops The Nature groans for seed of Man For in some pseudo-structured creeds Wearing masks and holy shapes Wolves are playing role of sheep The holy land is termite-eaten With hollow, shallow, weakened base The eyes in tears, the heart in fears, The hands are raised to God in prayers Giving up body, mind and soul Stranger are the snares of life The pastors have unlearned their oaths Oblivious of the orphan flock Holy writs misunderstood, all anagrammatized Sold in black at high price the tickets to Paradise!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 92 Fruit Of Soil! ! !
Luck is the same for Man and flower I think they have The same birth star.
Flower and man Man and flower Start their lives From lap of soil
Pass through the stages Of their lives, Get their nourishment From the kind soil;
So soil is the mother Of man and flower Their start and end Both are same Their only difference is in their names.
But when Time comes They get withered. And again lie back In the soft and kind Lap of soil… .
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 93 Ghazal!
Arzu-e-sahar mein kiya karti zindagi ko basar mein kiya karti
ashk behnay mein ik tabaahi thi rokti na agar to kiya karti
mujh ko urrnay ka shoq tha hi nhi baadalon per safar mein kiya karti
shehr veeraan, manzilen ma'adoom aur tanha dagar- mein kiya karti
essi cheezon ki uss ko qadr na thi apnay dil ko nazar mein kiya karti
saray shikway, gilay sbhi such thay maanti na agar to kiya karti
Dil ki baazi mein haar behtar thi phir bhala jeet kar mein kiya karti
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 94 Ghazal! ! ! (Urdu)
Arsa e zeest ko sadiyon ka safar jana hay Phir bhi ik roz tou hr shakhs ko mr jana hay
Meray Mabood tamannaon ka ambaar lye Dar Tera chhor kar ab aur kidhar jana hay
Jald ponhchay khabar e khair musafir ki k phir Sham ki qabr mein suraj ko utar jana hay
Kitnay dilkash se hua krtay hen aksar lekin Ankh khultay hi tou khwabon ko bikhar jana hay
Saans chalti hey jisay dekh k hur dum apni Uss ko duniya ki tamaazat mein shajar jana hay
Yeh jo manzil tumhe lagti he yeh manzil to nhi Akhir iss se bhi kisi pal mein guzar jana hay
Dil agar mujh se lagao gay to pachhtao gay Mein musafir hun mujhe laut k ghar jana hay
Ghair mumkin nhi dunya men koi kam Batool Jo kisi se nhi hota hay wo kr jana hay...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 95 Ghazal! (Urdu)
(prize-winner in poetry competition HIKC Lhr 2007)
Sitam ka baar uthaanay me kuchh kami na rahi Bujhi he pyas kuchh esi k tashnagi na rahi
Nigah e naz ki jumbish pe jal uthhay taaray 'Phir us k baad charaghon me roshni na rahi'
Ajeeb silsila e ishq ki yeh manzil he Mila Khuda to tamanna e bandagi na rahi
kuchh ese pal thay k mehfil ki jan thay hm bhi Or ab yeh haal k khud se bhi dosti na rahi
Kahan kahan pe hukoomat he uss ki yadon ki Wo kia gaya k gulon pe bhi taazgi na rahi
Guzar sakay to nhi jaan se pr tumharay baad Rahi zaroor, , , mgr wesi zindagi naa rahi! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 96 God!
With rest misplaced, and peace missing too, dreams lie floating on the restless surfs, hoping for a glance of mercy;
despite Your blessings countless You guided me, and held me strong I wonder why then I stay at a loss God! you help me fight back the evil that tempts the evil that lasts with me as a constant though unwanted companion
God! empower me despite swimming skilfully the waters threaten and victimize me waves and ripples know me not what is this sense of alienation?
You have given me a deep sight bless me with an insight too
God! enrich me despite keeping a stern eye on my mistakes serious losses occur sometimes reparable, sometimes irreparable
God! guide me, bless me, forgive me
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 97 God's Laws Are Free Of Flaws
(ALLAH CREATED THE SEVEN HEAVENS IN DO NOT SEE ANY INCONGRUITY IN THE CREATION OF THE REHMAN. THEN LOOK AGAIN, CAN YOU SEE ANY FLAW..? ? ? HOLY VERSE)
The moon belongs to none it shines but for all- spring relates to persons of stations great n small.
Breeze passes all the ways it never goes on strike. the sun casts its rays on kings n clowns alike.
Buds smile to none not even to bees but their pleasant fun everybody sees...
seraphim do give applause God's laws are free of flaws!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 98 Grandeur Of Life! ! !
When pearls of tears linger on long lashes, look like dew-drops on flower-petals glittering in the sun, then -and only then the gloom looks great;
When heart feels fresh and mind bears glimpse or holds the treasure of memories of the departed ones, then-and only then the pain seems superb;
When a bruised heart smiles and this smile creates hues, bright more than the colored stripes of the magical rainbow, then-and only then the glee looks grand; and these facts form the grandeur of life! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 99 Grief Unites!
The dwellers of the jungle realm danced on the tunes of night seeing the dreams in clean shrouds mothers' hearts died inside! Now all hearts beat together all eyes mourn alike!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 100 Haiku!
Nimbus lingered eyes Night sleeps on a wet pillow The star gaze gets blurred!
© Shahzia Naqvi
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 101 Hamesha Yaad Rakhti Hun!
Mera her roz ik taaza tajurba le k aata he naya sooraj nai kirnen nai umeed laata he nai kirnen meri khirki k pardon per kharri dastak sunaati hen meri aankhen jo khulti hen hamesha yaad rakhti hun k kiya kiya kaam karnay hen hamesha yaad rakhti hun k pal zaaya nhi karnay kaheen pauday na piyaasay hon agar maali nhi aya tau unko kon dekhe ga agar mainaa k piyaalay mein koi daana nhi ho ga bechaari keh na paey gi hamesha yaad rakhti hun mujhe bhi muskuraana he hamesha yaad rakhti hun k tum ko bhool jaana he!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 102 His Last Breath! ! !
Have mercy Lord! help me in unlearning thoughts, weary, injured, bleeding thoughts! I can't forget that painful time, that horrid sight, that silent, solemn, moonless night, when mind was full of unknown fears, shaky hopes, and wishful prayers...
Have mercy God! can I forget those passing moments when he was counting his noble, worthy, lively breaths- those lively breaths which were losing by and by the warmth of life.
Then passed the time and passed the night there came at last his last breath… with the birth of the day a Sun was dying to rise again in a blind vale, the valley of the pious souls… since then O Lord, my eyes are probing in the dark to see him again but all in vain… Much time has passed But still my mind Is conscious Of the ups and downs Of treasured but his last breath
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 103 How Do I Take You!
How do i take you? Apollo's early laurel bough, at the dawn of creativity!
What i might not do... if the harsh blows of rough winds with their sullen severity do try to nullify you...!
What i might not wish... when as tender buds your phrases bloom and showers of praises come down as a divine downpour to vivify you...!
I leave my house-wife's cares, and all professional clap-trap at the feel of the sound when sitting on the edge of the river of Fancy you play your guitar and fill the aura with your florid melodies unending waves upon waves come n drench your feet and you keep on pouring forth your flowing soul... at such moment i just wish all the world to be all ears to your rich music to satisfy you...!
Whenever you long for peace n rest may springs come and calm you, morning sunrays warm you stars come down and play with you joys do enter tip-toe in your world... do take my wish as it's for you...
How do i take you! like a maiden dropp of pleasant rain in the age-old barren desert of my life...!
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 104 you are my personal Kashmir... i really wish to wage war with India to occupy you...!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 105 I Refuse To Suffer!
Do not make the cross ready on the gallows of sufferings, The soul is unwilling to bear any agonizing pain not even ready to surrender the last fertile seed of life; In the pitch dark some stars glow, after the last storm the first bud is ready to bloom, Life's lil fountain keeps some flow though in the phase of still-birth, Some sparks are tingling bright inside, Some forgotten desires still exist, Some shreds of joy are still not dead, Let not hope extinguish clean See! The sun resurrecting after the dark crucifixion of the last long night followed by a bounteous downpour of Blessings Divine for sure, when He does not forget to nourish the slightest visible vein in the leaf of some forgotten tree How can I be left deserted? I lay my hand on string of desires and beads of prayers... ------I refuse to suffer! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 106 I Say... No!
Since the First Fratricide Till the last homicide The drama of civilization is a mock;
At the site of killing Even the wrens stop singing But we continue to dance and rock;
I was gifted with the free-will Which I continue to misuse still An apple forbidden, plucked, is daily added to my stock;
Though as an unwilling subject to Satan’s lobby Losing paradise is my unsanctioned hobby Forgetting that I was a bird of a saintly flock;
Hearing inside the scary din Watching the pageant of the deadly sins The joint-inheritor of the Original Sin Despite the fight seems hard to win At my daily fall the devil grins;
Yet from the heart I hear insistence Help me Lord to put up resistance Life’s a Gift not a Crime of Existence;
I say NO to the deadly deal Pour Your Grace and break my seal As where’s the wound which YOU can’t heal?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 107 I Wish!
Where are you? where are you? i call you recall you here call you my tears i wish you were here!
where are you? where are you? i need you and miss you it's spring everywhere i wish you were here!
where are you? where are you? i seek you i just want to meet you but you are nowhere i wish you were here!
it's blowing it's raining it's fine everywhere i wish you were here! i wish you were here!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 108 If God Sends My Maa For A While!
I shall lay my head on her knees Believing that God must have cured her arthritic joints in heaven, Then she will brush my hair with her fingers And I shall tell her all my soul suffered from;
I shall complain of the bouquet of roses That pricked my hands despite the silk-ribbon And scotch-tape woven around it carefully;
I shall tell her the tricks of the winds Blowing roughly on me leaving all others And of clouds that shower benign rain On all others leaving me, Though I stand under them with a bowl In my hands raised skywards Which stays dried up;
I‘ll feel she smoothes my hair I am relieved, and her sweetness has removed The wrinkles of my crumpled soul successfully… I shall feel an urge to tell her That I miss the apple-jam she used to prepare for me In a sauce-pan, And that I have left eating the soaked and peeled off Almonds and raisins with a glass of milk;
I shall clarify that I am telling her all Because I don’t tell Such things to anyone Not because they won’t listen to this But because I have lost my tantrums wild Somewhere in the fields of my childhood;
I shall ask her Does she listen to my voice while I recite prayers On her grave? Does she see when my brother removes the frozen candle wax? And washes the tomb-stone? Or showering petals on her earthly-bed?
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 109
Yes, I shall tell her That cooking shows are no more interesting now; That all the tragic tunes interpret my heart And all the sad songs sing of my soul; But, will it be wise to tell her all That might cause pain to her?
I shall have no idea of her allowed duration with me So, I won’t tell her, or ask from her anything But this, that we all are settled in life, And that I am happy And then I shall smile as big as a smiley-sticker, ear to ear and I won’t let her know - - - that my pen bleeds still…
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 110 Impasse!
I offer prayers to God Almighty renew the promise of my soul at every smallest sin of life repent, atone and daily sign the deal with devils then ask forgiveness, mercy sweet, then daily gain some fatal apple, and daily lose my Paradise!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 111 Inaam! (Urdu)
Salam bhejun! payam bhejun! mein unn nigaahon ko ratjagon ka inaam bhejun! inaam essa jo unn k andar k saaray rang or saray mosum udass kar de phir unn k andar udass lamhon ki yaas bhar de... ab unn ki marzi! wo iss ko ik inteqam samjhen! inaam samjhen! payam samjhen! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 112 Indigo Spirit!
My flaming spirit does not flicker in orange- it burns indigo and keeps on burning; escaping damnation I stop commandingly the ripples of unbidden emotions before they turn to tidal currents; the ferocity tamed, the angst seems without a sting; no hopes to bloom my petals will stay folded and wrapped up I was Simoni's classic but the bold tones of colors with which he painted me all inside, are faded now; my finger wears the ring of Cleopatra no more, I speak no Egyptian, my enamelled primitiveness is laminated over by the gloss of gaudy brands, one day I transcended Time, some day the waves will come and wash me up, if found on the shore, would someone bury me in the sanctified ground of reverence with love?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 113 It's Really Great To See You Around!
When jolly birds fly in the air and breeze plays with wanton hair when dreams meet with eyes' glare and every place has an air of fair
in my mind you can be found my eyes want to see you around.
when eve approaches by and by when stars intend to shine on the sky when carefree aanchals freely enjoy on wings of air i don't know why?
i feel myself severely bound in this wish to see you around.
when the moon shines and looks kind and sweeps away the worries from the mind when it encounters the blows of wind trees look smiling because they find
the beauteous weather all around and then i want to see you around.
it may be fine or may be bad whether birds sing or sit so sad everyone feels grim or glad whether fun of weather makes one mad
it's always great to see you around it's really great to see you around
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 114 Jayakrishnan Aluva! ! !
Extra special diamond Soul Plays a strong and silent role
Joys and pains of life conceives Filth and fairness both perceives
His gem being gets always thrilled At lovely scenes beauty-filled
His pictures capture sunset shades Blows of breeze in valley-glades
Starry-gloss and moonlit shine On cedars, willows, Oaks and pines
Fragrant, fruity, citron trees, Buds, blossoms, birds and bees
Burning edge of turquoise sky Singing floating birds on high
You glut your sorrows on his page Set free of dolor, passions, rage
Good or bad he nothing hides Shows with care both the sides
Havoc caused by summer-rains Watered streets and blocked drains
Pics of thirst, hunger, wants Terror scene that really haunts
All life stirring he observes Feels the pain on noble nerves
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 115 Kabootar Se Computer Tak!
Kabhi esa bhi hota tha Baharen jb bhi aati thiin Tou apne sath jazbon ki nai faslen ugaati thiin Hawaen geet gaati thiin Fazaen muskuraati thiin Wohi lamhaat hote thay K jb ghamgeen nigaahon se jo dard aamez behte jam aate thay Kabootar kaam aatay thay Naey paigham laatay thay Inhi lamhaat mein pinhaan hua krti thiin sub khushian …! ! ! Ab esa daur aya he K sub k sub sada hr waqt hi log on rehte hen Aur internet pe hr dm use laakhon phone hote hen Dalail mein Faraz o Faiz o Ghalib note hote hen Yaheen pr keats or Shelley k naghmay quote hote hen Dilon pr kuchh naey jazbaat hote hen Ajab yeh khail hota hey Gilay E-mail hote hen Kabhi akhtar shumaari thi Kabhi aankhon mein raaten thiin Kabhi taaron se baaten thiin Ab MSN pe chatting he Kabhi FB pe tagging he Kabhi qaasid k nakhray thay Ab internet pe messengers ki taaza baharein hen Magar ab kuchh bhi ho jaey Zaraaey change ho jaen Wisaal o hijr k naghmaat jis bhi rang, jis aahang mein ubhren Kabootar ho ya computer qareenay guftgu k jis shakal mein bhi badal jaen yehi mehsoos hota he muhabbat km nhi ho gi muhabbat km nhi ho gi...! ! ! .
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 116 Khwab Martay Nhi! ~(Inspired) ~
Yeh koi bnd aankhon ka qissa nhi Neend jesi haweli ka hissa nhi Khwab jin ki nigaahon me aatay nhi Zeest k raaz se woh to waaqif nhi Khwab eemaan e kaamil ki bunyaad hen Khwab tegh e fana se bhi azaad hen Khwab hen to nigaahen bhi abaad hen Imtehan e Khalil e Khuda Khwab hen Ye hi aghaaz e qissa e zibh e azeem Aur waseela e pur nur e Rabb e Kareem Khwab Yousuf k hathon me roshan kitaab Khwab ilhaam ki kefiyat ka shabaab Khwab hi rang hen Khwab hi roop hen Khwab baraan bhi Khwab hi dhoop hen Khwab ghaiz o ghazab se bhi dartay nhi Khwab zinda haqeeqat hen martay nhi!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 117 La Budget Guillotine!
Be prepared, ye mortals! for old though renewed sacrifices dreams, desires, hopes, plans, cuts, hurts, burns, from the old man of hundred and ten to the young kids under ten all red wine on the shrine of la budget guillotine!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 118 Lagi Ik Umr!
Lagi ik umr lekin phir samajh mein aa gai mujh ko mukhalif samt chalti her hawa batlaa gai mujh ko k apni zindagi jeenay ka yeh behtar qareena he saharay dhoondna chhorro saharay baantnaa seekho keh yeh roshan haqeeqat he sahara dhoondnay waalay sada tanha hi rehte hen
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 119 Let's See The Sun Descending!
Come with me on the edge of life! Come let's do something new and think, and unfurl the brave new world;
hand over ourselves to odd and clumsy thought-strain then let's see what happens? and where? and how? where does come the night-fall from? let's go and see!
let's turn the side of the globe of the moon... let's solve the mystery of the rainbow palette, on skies and sands alike, , , that keeps us in all amazement!
where is the dale of deep sleep you know? where dwell the slumbers sweet? where do the dreams of joys come from? let's go and touch those abstract dreams... let's go and see the moonlit night covering tall trees
let's go and see the skies in spring let's go and see the sun descending from the other side of the world! come with me!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 120 Life Is What You Make It!
What you feel What you think i know that i don't know... What you like What you dislike... i confess that i can't guess... Yet i find your stony heart is rocky hard To fairies' hymns And mermaids' songs; chirping birds; To gardens' charms and smiling buds; but i know this life is tough And full of pains n spiky thorns... so close your eyes And do realize To make this life: soft and rosy, sweet and cozy,, you should change your frame of mind, And be at once So nice and kind...! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 121 Life!
A merry-go-round, terrifying roller-coaster see-saw, hurdles bound!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 122 Limits
Don't fly Butterfly! stay a little and enjoy tiny buds and fragrant flowers that's the only world for you given by the Gracious God... so don't try to cross the limits 'cause you are too little to vie with the blows of mighty winds so on your wings don't rely... 'cause your pretty wings are made just to roam from Flower to Flower which are your limits and Destinations but...not the sky...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 123 Love
Real Love is like a tumor, grave and deep and so intense deadly, fatal, malignant it comes out when it gets INCURABLE! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 124 ***(Urdu)
Kitna mushkil he nigahon ka muta'ala kerna wo nigahain kisi naqqad k thesis ki tarha apne mazmoon o matan me zara mushkil hi sahi kaash un gehri nigahon k muta'alay k lye un pe likhi kisi sha'ir ki kitaaben mil jaen kuchh hawalay mil jaen un ko parh lun to nigahon ka samajhna bhi sehel ho jae aur masla kisi hd tk mera hul ho jae kaash pur soch nigahon k muta'alay k lye ese ghambeer se topic pe maqalay k lye library mujhe mashhoor koi mil jae rehnumai kisi ustaad ki haasil ho jae iss tarha parhtay hue tay me manazil kr lun un nigahon k muta'alay me me kr lun :)
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 125 Menage (Inspired By Fogglethorpe) !
I guess there’s something more to say So let me start with Thomas Gray
In his times a well-known bard For Elegy written in country Churchyard
A phrase was there which made him rise, “where ignorance is bliss, ‘tis folly to be wise”
For angels, Christ and God’s sake The One who wrote was William Blake
The mother Nature gave birth to a child Whose verse was, like his work, so mild
With worthy work he was Wordsworth Who dwelt in Nature’s lap of mirth
The Ones whose work I go through daily Are Marlowe, Keats and ey
Freud-like king was Robert Browning His poems reflect his dramatizing
The old Chaucer, Spenser, Milton, Donne Are rich in wit, conceit and fun
But Eliot, Lawrence, Are some of those but known as modern.
Heaney, Larkin and Ted Hughes Serve also in the court of Muse.
Yet, in the end do let me say Still there's something more to say!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 126 Million Daffodils
My vision is the azure sky And dreams are Paradise My dwelling is behind the wall I’m hidden to probing eyes My nature unpredictable My favourite subject Moods I listen to silent melodies And relish simple foods Sunset is my favorite poem Daily writ by Nature Every day I keep on learning Life is my teacher I’m fond of reading worthy poems And wish for writing so My muse is mostly kind to me And fills my pen with flow I do not know the heavy words But choose the simple ones My themes are taken from the life Of flowers and of guns If journey stops on the way And then comes my Exit Requesting you do not forget My simple, tender writs Being complex as Algebra sums Best minds will solve me right So take care in your ways of life And do not take me light! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 127 Mind Is An Ocean!
thoughts are waves there are oyster shells scattered on the sands, or under deep waters There are rain drops transformed into pearls Pearls may prove ominous ...or be stolen!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 128 Mujhe Kohqaaf Jana He!
Mujhe kohkaf jana he mujhe kohkaf janay do
wahan ja kr mujhe thoray zaruri kam krne hen khushi k naam mujh ko chandni k jaam krne hen wahan k jangalon me jugnuon se baat krni he wahan apne lye chhota sa ik aangan banana he gulaabon se sajana he Suno, kohkaf k aksar gulaabon me koi kantay nhi hotay
suna he k wahan pariyan sureelay geet gaati hen wahan paryon ko me insaan k qissay sunaun gi boht heraan hon gi wo...
suna he titliyan urti hen to rangon se ik manzar banati hen mujhe bhi dekhna he wo suna he jugnuon ki roshni me saray ansoo bhool jatay hen mujhe bhi bhoolna hen wo
Suno mujh ko to iss kohkaf se dar bhi nhi lagta safar dushwar bhi gar ho to manzil to suhani he mere andar kahin mojood bachhpan ki kahani he wahan per chandni rahon me bikhri khoob lagti he wahan bazar me aansu sadaf k mol biktay hen
mere andar abhi bhi muskurahat saans leti he yahan ki barf pe chalna bara mushkil jo thehra he
mera saamaan thora he faqat do, chaar sapnay or adhoori neend, ummeedein
bari lambi musaafat or bht masroof saa'at he
Suno iss baar janay do
Mujhe kohkaf jana he Mujhe kohkaf janay do
Mujhe wapas nhi aana...
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Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 130 Mun Aangan Ka Mosum! (Urdu)
Lo hijr k lamhay sir per hen Kbhi chup hon gay, kbhi roein gay Aur jaag jaag ker raaton mein Ashkon k haar piroen gay Bus sochh mein ghaltaan rehtay hen Aankhon mein shab guzarti he Hum khud se puchhtay rehtay hen Kyun raat ki raani ki khushboo Mun aangan ko mehkaati he Kyun iss aangan mein yeh kaliyan Khilti hen roop dikhaati hen Kaliyon per shabnam saj saj ker Soey huay phool khilaati he Kyun phool mehektay jaatay hen Kyun titli urrti jaati he Kyun koyal kookti phirti he Aur punchhi naghmay gaatay hen Iss baagh mein kitni ronaq he ------
Lekin yeh andar ka mosum Kyun itna badla badla he Or dil ki veera’n nagri bhi Kyun muztar muztar rehti he Yeh tanha tanha khamoshi Hum se kiya kehna chahti he Kyun yaad kisi ki aati he Or iss be naam si yaad me yeh Aankhen kyun num ho jaati hen In na maalum si yaadon ki Aakhir koi pehchhan to ho… Phir ek sawal ubharta he Kyun andar baahar ki rut mein Tafreeq rawa ho jaati he Or dil mera yeh puchhta he Wo kon naseebay walay hen Jin k mun aangan ka mosum Baahar ki rut k jessa he?
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 131 Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 132 Mushkil Hay! (Urdu)
Qadam jama kar zeest me chalna mushkil hay Girna hay aasaan, sambhalna mushkil hay
teri yaad boht hay lekin such yeh hay teri yaad me taaray ginna mushkil hay
jin mein sada ashkon ka samandar behta ho unn aankhon ka parhna kitna mushkil hay
Har har gaam pe jiss k yaden bikhri hon essi raah se roz guzarna mushkil hay!
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 133 Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 134 My Dearest Foe! ! !
Sometimes that is really pleasant to wander in the barren deserts of feelings and imagination, but not of course with everyone; My dearest foe! it's only you for whom i bother to bear the sufferings of such a journey... that's very nice at every moment to think of you...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 135 My Father!
You never held my hand while crossing the rushed roads of life rather made me strong by letting me hold your masculine finger in my tiny grip
One day, i lost you in the midst of the indifferent roads your eyes you closed my grip loosened and I grew up by a year in a single day
exchanging the glance with the first ever tragedy felt on pulse it looked as if the sky would fall down and the earth give way
but, no! neither the sky falls down nor the earth gives way since then I learnt how to wear the veil of smile hiding the tear, how to tread on the rushed roads of life without fear!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 136 My Heart Is Slave Of Morning Scene
serene is the dawn and calm mind... soft is the grass with drops of dew clouds are grey on the sky blue flowers fresh and trees look kind breeze is never so soft as now unmindful of all it's jollity and fun heedless of all, it constantly runs innocent buds will face it-but how? birds are singing without any fear using jargon take God's name the sun is peeping through its frame in such moments HE looks near my heart is slave of morning scene finer, fragrant, cool and clean...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 137 My Midnight Diary!
Staring wistfully at the empty oyster shell upon my palm the pearl earned with labor no idea…when or how despite all care and caution got lost in negligence?
Across the horizons the stars are jubilant in a mood of revelry within a split second there will be greetings galore though I won’t be there any more!
the mermaids dancing on the shore can never sever me from my isolated self let them know the impulse of envy is defunct in me; tonight I’ll refresh my regular To-do-list in my midnight diary tomorrow the first thing that I shall do yes, I shall remember to forget you!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 138 My Pen!
While writing rhymes and playing with words... My wanton pen enjoys a lot; expresses each n every thought...!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 139 My Scattered Thoughts I
Did I ever say I'm always right when I never was?
Should I blame others when I could not understand myself?
I'm a piece of jigsaw puzzle
which can never fit into any frame.
I don't know why do I always get failed in telling what I feel…
Am I wrong if I wish to be liked for what I am,
And not for what you like me to be?
Why do I excommunicate myself
when get angry with the world?
Am I the criminal most wanted,
or the hated judge though I never did crime or passed any judgement?
God! Save me from my getting lost in the dark…
Would it be difficult for me to get rid of the pain that lasts,
The thing that hurts,
The flame that burns?
I am neither Cleopatra nor the queen-bee,
But why then when no cries were heard
And no blood was spilled
Even then the soul got crucified?
The cemetery is the peacefullest place I've ever seen
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With so much life
Lying scattered, entombed… ------
Long before I've left the deception of knowing myself! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 141 My Scattered Thoughts Ii
i experience daily growth, daily change some addition, some subtraction, some division of spirit, multiplication of all my selves some positive, some otherwise (negative is a harsh word but is there any harm in admitting it?) but it keeps me going...this change, this growth what i was, i am not, somebody said, what i am, i shall not be but one regret will be there, i shall lose the essential Me, i love the most, yet i'm not a narcissist the world is a great teacher, though the world is a bad teacher... ------why is the subject of Life compulsory?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 142 My Scattered Thoughts Iii
I run into the wild noise of the world around when get troubled by the pangs of this stormy silence... suffering from the deafening of ears to the melodies of the spheres around, I pity myself though I've always been holding a placard against self-pity... why is soaring high so difficult especially when heels are deeply dug into the fine dust of broken dreams? Mild pain is the vital sign of life! can any of my multiple selves tell me what do i want? For making my tomorrow fearless I keep on watering fears in my Present, so I know it, a moth of peace striving against the storm-currents, but is the diagnosis cure? do not let my warmth exhale as I don't want to turn into a stone-cold being please! I suffer in the desire of not to suffer any more, in any way... what i wish, gets inside out and upside down... a true anarchy! let me stay as remorseless God! today You are not away from my mind, not even for a second, (the consolation enough!) though no better image can reflect out of vacant stares meaningless... ------do i make any difference?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 143 My Scattered Thoughts Iv
The journey of life is spanning o'er centuries even then everyman has to submit himself to his final end...
My God! carrying the loads of unfulfilled aspirations, where to go leaving your altar...
wishing to receive the happy tidings of the one reaching home safely before the sun lying down into the grave of evening...
Time is but a flowing stream, never stopping anywhere, but a moment will come when it will be falling into the ocean of timeless eternity...
How cute the world of dreams are, unless you open your eyes; a humble supplication don't stay attached to me, for i don't wish to see you in regrets, for carrying the gifts of hopes in hands i'll be back to my home... i wish to do all left undone by the rest... ------is anything impossible in the world?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 144 My Scattered Thoughts Ix
We could neither live nor die together now we are neither alive nor dead we could not cross the bounds of ceremonies still the dear ties did not end if not grown the dark shadows of the long moments of the sad evening veiled the poles the kids who could not trap the butterflies got tired running in vain; a few moments were left there in your arrival but the Ones who waited for ages lost the game and passed away; God! bless me with an art so that I can scribe a name in an invisible ink deceiving all the probing eyes; I wonder how they could touch the zenith of the success in trials of the world who could never ascend the heavens of hearts; No reliance on the arms that could not shed the weakness; hey, you! veil yourself so opaque never letting others read the book of life in your eyes, not even the inscription of dedication! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 145 My Scattered Thoughts V
After having lost the confidence of claiming the colours of life would you please let me sit quiet just for a while? ------for i am short of words!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 146 My Scattered Thoughts Vi
The clouds of carelessness curtaining my skies are again benumbing me into an emotional stasis, a marble-cold indifferent mood- the one i despise myself, but yield to, quite helplessly whenever it tries to overpower me with its pressing demands, i could never say NO... Mood-the master, I-the bond slave, though that is how I, the masochist pharoah execute the world by my silence just for the commission of the crime of misjudging me, stop sermonising, my moods and my seasons defy even ME, so who are YOU? Dont search in the ashes sparks are still burning there inside hidden from all eyes, the result declared, and you got failed for not performing the feat of understanding me, for how can you? when i myself could never... ------is it raining somewhere?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 147 My Scattered Thoughts Vii
Would you like to let me try to read the book of your life though it's not written in my own language rather it seems to be written in Greek? i am sorry, how can i read these alphas and omegas of your life? but, let me take another try, would you like to let me stay to explore the realm of your mind so vast? though i don't claim to perform the feat i just wish i could read the starry dreams scattered on the skies of your closed eyes would you let me break the seal of your obstinate soul, the marble, stone, cold soul? once broken, you will remain no more hard, because i am there to pick the shards of your torn heart-but No, my apologies! let me be bold enough to take all the tall claims back, i realise i am a timid dreamer, (not always but now it seems so) i wonder what this poetry is like the old romantic 'deceiving elf' it makes one forget the narrow bounds of one's own courage level, yes, let me be bold enough to admit you are beyond me like Greek, you are beyond me like Mathematics, like myth, i surrender before me ------i give up!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 148 My Scattered Thoughts Viii
My shadow always stays with me I never walk alone, I have a bit of life in me who says that i am stone? while musing over lost time or writing rhymes, I do not feel the time flying My mind is always jam-packed with loud and stormy scattered thoughts; I always brought the real Me in true colors i mostly wear, writing- and but no way out God knows better every fact who dictates me verse I wonder I am bound to write at once or keep it safe in virgin mind Goodness Gracious! how can I be really able to bear the burden of my thoughts! So do you never worry for me ------I never walk alone!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 149 My Scattered Thoughts X
You talked of storms I mentioned calm; You were the moth of twilight I always burned myself to illumine; You were sure of your darkness I was confident of my light; I kept on sowing my own seeds to fertilize Without noticing that the crops I was working on Would never yield fruit, I could never believe the void attempts on the barren land that would ever render a rich harvest; I thought I was made to win But you were unwilling to accept defeat, You never admitted, though I never denied all violent passions and indigo dreams…
Rain has its mood-swings... Let me make a plain for me I was too modest to break hearts You were too straight to perform that feat, Your rudeness defeated my tenderness, You always were successful in placing me on no man’s land; We could never go together Though I always thought We are dyed in the same tones of bold shades; To understand One’s own self is not beyond reach of those Who interpret the exuberance of sunsets in their own language…
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 150 My Scattered Thoughts Xi
...well, you know what! ! ! I could never befriend with the blowing breeze as I don't know why she has grudges against me may be, for I keep covering the candle of hope shading it by my own both hands to keep it lit, burning and lighting, killing the dense darkness by a tiny flame... her scary blows terrify me while making me so strong... This mortal life does not recycle here seasons come but ONCE... All this while I've been daring to touch the fire Which turned into a pyre Though I took it as a light… and got my fingers burnt Neither a matter of right and wrong nor any crime and sin But…an error of judgment.. And you see it will be difficult to write a poem With those raw fingers Which seem to have lost the connection Where they used to receive The signals from my soul… As if the vital cord is at peril of being broken What if you let the lamp getting extinguished But when it starts getting dimmer and dimmer you pour some more oil to keep it alive and lighted see, what you have done have a look at the fruit of your kind concerns it dares to give some more old light to the world yes, it is lighting now from a mere dying flicker to a high flame! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 151 My Scattered Thoughts Xii
To veil from the world doesn’t mean to cease to exist as much as to exist doesn’t always end up in living. I stay amazed at nature’s play of hide and seek, and truth and dare as well as the world’s varying vanities, that’s why when the buds bloom, the breeze blows, birds sing and glide and float and flutter their wings, only then the dear life redeems me from all worldly woes, rendering upon me its meaning in full. the sea has no choice but tossing itself the time is bound to fly away towards eternity a reality accepted and not to be connived at. Once the harbor’s cleared, the unconditional sailing upon the waves starts it will be nice too, a light sail if they don’t hang any albatross around my neck I stay checked from the inside; Strange facts turn life into a daily allegory encoded into a derwesh’s dance in a trance, or in the life-saving flight of the migrating birds who don’t have the fear of the unknown or the sense of alienation, or the nests permanently built in concrete God! help me read between the lines the text you have masterly displayed... ------the ink of my pen is in flood ~~~
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 152 My Teachers! ! !
My Teachers are the towering trees casting shadows, cold n thick; under which i feel a comfort, pleasure, endless ease...
I dive deep, n daily dive into the ocean of their wisdom full of knowledge which, by any manner of means, stretches broad as skies n deep like those seas...
My Teachers are those perfect guides who taught me how to love n live, never to take but always to give n give, just give n keep on giving... n taught me that, 'for to be social is to be forgiving.'...
i feel honor, deep pleasure offering homage to my great n worthy teachers, to my honored second parents... this is true, O God Almighty! they purified n sustained my raw n stubborn cruel self... they are, O God! your gifted beings they crafted my inner features...! !
(thanks saadat for worthy suggestions)
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 153 My Vigils
'I'm more than ready to embark on my paper plane for ransacking the galaxies, plucking the stars, and embroidering them on your eye-lashes...
Tomorrow I'll set sail in my paper boat for stealing the glittering sands, filling up my pockets, I'll be there for rainbowing your garden-croft you plant with care...
I'll make the woods jealous of me by rejecting the arrogance of the wild roses blossomed in their native virginity there; instead, the paper flowers I'll make for you and on them spray the perfume I carry in the un shed, un spilt bucket of my love...
I am ready!
By: © Shahzia Naqvi
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 154 Nazm!
Be rehem hawaon mein Ajnabi manaazir mein Iss dil-e-musaafir ko Koi gham nhi kyun keh Mushkilon mein bhi apna Raabta to Rab se he Aur jaanay kub se he
Maadiyyat ki duniya mein Khwahishon keh jungle mein Kis sukoon se mera Be qaraar dil thehra Be panaah adab se he Aur jaanay kub se he
Dil sada ka baaghi he Sirf khud se raazi he Be fikar jahan se he Per he ussko darr jitna Bus Tere ghazab se he Aur jaanay kub se he
Mujhko aankh khulne se Kuchh nazar nhi aata Meri bund aankhon mein Aaj jalwa gar ho ja Mein ne tujh ko socha hi Ik ajeeb dhubb se he Aur jaanay kub se he
Sub se hi shanasaai Aur khud mein tunhaai Kiya ajab paheli he Zindagi ka rishta bhi Ustawaar sub se he Aur jaanay kub se he
Muntazir wahan tu he Muntazir yahan mein hun
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 155 Ab hijaab pulta de Mein ne Tere baaray mein Sunn rakha to sub se he Aur jaanay kub se he
Jab kbhi bhi jaana he Uss ki simt jaana he Rooh or Khuda k beech Abdiyyat ka yeh rishta Bus issi sabab se he Aur jaanay kub se he
Dil jab Uss se lagta he Phir sukoon milta he Kaatna nigaahon mein Raat ka kahan mushkil Dosti to apni bus Iss charaagh e shab se he Aur janay kub se he
Noor ki Tajalli ho Dil ko ik tasalli ho Mujh pe bus karam itna Kuchh zarur ho jaey Rooh k andheron mein Koh e toor ho jaey Munfarid Batool apni Bus issi talab se he Aur jaanay kub se he!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 156 None Can Own The Skies!
None can own the skies 'tis the open field for falcons and for flies hold your thread but fast ‘tis not that much fragile Strength is not in thread In our fingers' hold hope can always last to fight with evil vile just think it in your mind the ways we always find kites fly but on the blows and stars do never laugh we open these our eyes and never keep them close the kite with its thread one can own and hold the seven folds and layers of skies are never theirs with all the claims and cares in the estate of God we all have our due shares!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 157 Nostalgia! (Urdu)
Mera awaaz dena... Aur uska lot kr aana Gaey waqton ki baaten hen...! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 158 Obituary!
Last night a heart died some natural death again!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 159 Ode On A Grecian Urn! (Urdu)
(By Keats...Urdu Translation)
Stanza 1:
aey bekaraan sukoot ki naakatkhuda dulhan! khamoshi aur waqt k paalay hue farzand! taareekh daan he tu gulistan dayaar ka! behtar meri nazam se he tere bayan ka raaz kanda tere wujood pe jo daastan he kis ki he? devta hen koi? ya koi bashar? ye kon se maqaam hen? kesi hen vaadian? ye sharm aur haya k jo paikar hen, kon hen? deevangi ko chhootay hue fard kon hen? kesi nijaat ki he ye koshish jo he ayaan? naghmaat chhairtay hue aalaat hen yahan ye be-panah junoon ki kesi hen shokhian?
Stanza 2:
sur jo sama'aton k lye hen, wo naghmageen, per un sunay suron ki halaavat, kamal he; ae baansuri! tu geet koi chhair tou sahi jo rooh k udass chaman ko nikhaar de... ae khoobru javan! darakhton ki oat se gaata rahay visaal k naghmay khushi khushi chakkhaen darakht saray bahaaron k za'aiqay, ae Aashiq e dilair! tu jurrat k baawajood manzil k aas pass ponhochnay k bawajood mumkin nhi k manzil e maqsood paa hi lay lekin na ho malool k uska hilaal e husn maddham na par sakay ga tere ishq ki tarha tu chhahta rahe ga, rahe gi wo yun haseen!
Stanza 3:
kitni ho shokh o shang, ae sarmast tehnyo pattay hi jhar saken ge na jaey gi ye bahaar khushyon k raag chhair zara matrab e chaman! rukta nhi jo wajd me gaatay hue kabhi
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 160 thakta nhi he nit naey naghmay suna k tu; khush he boht hi khush, ye mohabbat he khushkhisal lekin abhi wisaal ki manzil se dur he taaza he aur khuloos k jazbon se chhoor he jazbay jo zindagi ki hararat se hen bharay in k ataa kiye hue hen zakhm bhi haray wo jhonkte hen dil ko ghamon k alaao me aakhir k qalb khud se dharakna bhi chhor de sookhi hui zubaan ho tapta hua badan
Stanza 4:
ye kon sa juloos he? ye kon log hen? ye kon se nagar ki taraf in ka he safar? ae padri bata jo chalata he bhair ko jo daalti he dur talak aasman per qurban gah ko jaatay hue dukh bhari nigah resham libaas, phoolon ki mala galay me he mazloomiat tou phir bhi tapakti he haal se... wo kon sa sheher he jo darya k pass he? aur wo pahaar jis pe he girjaa bana hua? khaali he shehr, log kahan per hen? kia khabar? aur ae sheher! kabhi na tere log aen ge galyan teri udas rahen gi sada magar koi bhi aik fard na ae ga lot ker..
Stanza 5:
ae dil nasheen zarf e yunani! k jis pe hen mardon aur aurton k banay marmareen wajood poday hen aur kuchh hen tarasheeda daalyan ae paikar e sukoot! pareshan na ker hamey roz e azal k jesa he mubham tera wajood! ae sang e sard! tuh mein haraarat nhi koi tu aanay waalay daur k logon mein ho ga jab insaan k dukhon ko tu dekha kare ga jab phir khud karay ga pand o nasaeh misaal e dost: 'bus husn hi to such he yahan, such hi husn he', gar jaantay nhi ho to phir jaan jao ge iss raaz hi ka to tumhe idraak chhahye...
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 162 Ode To Shakespeare! ! !
O Shakespeare! O Painter of the heart of Man! The mysteries of Nature got revealed on your soul; In vastness, Your spirit is vaster n deeper than the oceans; In insight, Your glance is higher than the stars; The spell by which you conquer hearts Is inimitable Even by scholars of wit and art … The meanings of your phrases are universally alive By the magic of your pen. Elixir drips and trickles from the flow of your ink. Every play of yours is enacted in every man's life. Every verse of yours is an exegesis of nature. Secrets get exposed by the style of your hand. Pains and joys of every man Voice out by your tongue. Nature is your modest bride, Beauty of your phrases do embellish her. You are a weaver of intense images. Meanings of your chants Are neither constrained to space nor limited to time. Sometimes you are out beyond the wit of sages So universal are your Man's life's stages. O Poet of the World! Alive as you are Will always stay alive; The light of your fame will never die out…
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 163 On Art Pieces Of Arabic Calligraphy!
I adore the brush in worship in aesthetic devotion hearing the soul of the artist singing hymns getting pinned up to The Almighty the colors speak the word of Lord the recital of verse in their own bold tones and strokes charms the sight touches the insight through the artistic mysticism The Holy Writs on the canvas of the melting clouds or the waves of the sea sing the notes of praise to the Lord of creations and colors whispering the secrets of existence against the glossy foils God is everywhere verily! The connection to God is not confined to the premises of a mosque!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 164 On Life!
A grim battlefield a delightful playground a school of learning!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 165 One Evening
...Out of some irrepressible urge of talking, I tried to talk to a sparrow, a daily guest who used to sit on my window frame and sometimes hopped on to some twig of the only uncared for tree, a loner like me. I was bold enough in my attempt as if to disturb her calm and poised loneliness, but as I called her she did not pay attention to me; I was shocked, humiliated, I felt my thoughts dying inside, and saw my ready words wasted in the air, but I thought, she must be justified, and must be occupied with the thoughts of flying back to her nest before the darkening of the shadows from grey to black, I curbed my wish and let her fly, if not me, at least she should go to her home.
The butterflies were tender though but carefree to the extent of being stubborn in their attitudes, they made me realize the alien state of my being; they did not need my love as if I did not belong to their garden, who just came there as a wanderer in search of some rare feel of joy, I read in their language the words of alienation. Then I felt really alone, and sat under the sky in wait for the moon, for I had known her to be a lonely dweller of the night-sky, the deep, translucent blue tended to darkness, I read somewhere that two loners make a good company, but when the moon ascended to my deep disappointment, there was some revelry in the celebration of her luminous loneliness…the solitary moon, the proud moon, enjoying its company among the sycophant starry maids-of-honor; I found her too busy to hear the convulsed words of a suppressed spirit of a loner; putting all my ego aside, I made signs to invite her attention but I received one message as if she said to me: “I give the light, and shine the night, I warm the heart, enrich the life, what else? ...”
Unnecessary tears started flowing from the eyes despite the struggle to keep them inside, I sat there, not completely broken though, as if supported from above, I opened the book of my joined hands and started reading the poems of fate composed in the long and short curved lines, the essence that I received stayed with me forever that though my hand was never held but it was enough that my hand was a holding one...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 166 Pain-Killers!
The only acceptable killers which are not criminals are the pain-killers- liquid, powdered, tablet forms kill the pain what body suffers run in veins killing the pains; I do not really understand how and when to tackle the pain, it is said to be the sign of life too, for corpses never feel pain but beating and pulsating hearts, even then, pain has to be killed too what Huxley gives his own reason he says pain is nothing but an opinion, can easily be forgotten by a lil mental diversion; alright, but if he says right then sunset is my pain-killer too, what Keats means in a deep Ode do not use the numbness things if you wish to seek the pain if you wish to taste its taste; the sight of a rose is a pain-killer too but not a recommended one, for the prick of the thorns as you touch by fingers does not let you go into oblivion which you seek by the sight of the rose, so it is not a good pain-killer; I seek for one, the special one to subside this my present pain, a tender touch, a gentle hold i can't get it back now ------my mom's voice was a pain-killer too...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 167 Pak / India Odi
The old Rivals face to face Each resolved to win the match Battle-ground from start on fire
Nerves stretched and b.p high In Pak/India ODI
Gates locked, cells are off Meetings cancelled, schools dropped Entertainments all forgot
Phones ring but no reply In Pak/India ODI
Any slip they can’t afford Catch drop is career drop Good play, and future made
A wicket falls, here souls fly In Pak/India ODI
Fans sit with beating hearts Tight fists uttering prayers Flags drawn, painted faces
First run, and shouts on sky In Pak/India ODI
High-risks, high-stakes House-wives prayers missed Milk boiled, breads burnt
No proper meals just eggs fry In Pak/India ODI
Job-men, off from office Screens stared at, drinks in front Cold is hot, hot is cold
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 168 State of heart goes awry In Pak/India ODI
Ball emits the flames of fire Match is won at start of day Win the toss, win the match
Of no use any more try In Pak/India ODI
Newspapers crush the players Anchors also add the fuel Commentators fan the fire
Bad play means cricket BYE In Pak/India ODI
My one request to all friends Neither take the match as battle Nor the case of life and death
Just relax and just enjoy In Pak/India ODI
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 169 Peace Talks Ii
We all need peace No matter our joint-skies are packed With alarming lightening and the thundering clouds No matter our not-gods are behaving silly Undeserving to rule the throne of hearts The Director of the stage of life directs only love-stories Written in the ink of peace We are but the loyal actors We shall act out the role of peace We shall sing the notes of ease Composed on a harp of love and joy Though we are dwelling in terrible times But we have the voices strong to say: We are not “the hollow-men” We are not “the stuffed-men” Do not try to make us cry We say NO to the war-cry… Raised by the thundering clouds!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 170 Peace Talks!
Buds protest in silent words Birds perch quiet on the boughs Trees hold placards 'gainst the rads Calling humans don't go mad Listen to slogans loudly raised by moon and stars: 'Lift the ban from smiles of buds' 'Who can block the water-flow? ' 'Do not catch the butterflies' 'At burning petals Nature cries' All things cry in their own voice Talking of peace in their choice Showing different, tender means The Clouds shower rain drops The earth renders rich crops The sky scatters nice shades At dawns and dusks in valley-glades Who does need the haughty Sun? No one needs aggressive blows But tender touch of gentle breeze All hearts cry for want of peace Stop your work and listen please Nature dislikes human wars which though heal the wounds but leave the scars! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 171 Phantasmagoria: (The Nightmare)
O what a horrid dream that was! (though not quite sure) I found myself in an ancient tomb- pyramid perhaps- where reigned a mystery all around; what a place it was! yes a grave it was! the terror of the atmosphere ceased my thinking faculties... when suddenly my eyes were bound to see that scene: in a box of glass-clear and clean (from dust of time) i saw something... but what was that much ugly thing? a man perhaps? and dead perhaps? O what was that? was he moving? yes he was!
And then changed that gruesome vision... HE was back to life again to rule, to kill, to fight again- I found Him couched on a gold throne placed on human skulls and bones; He was dressed in a pharoah's dress o yes, infact, He was a pharoah everybody there was harrowed. people were so mute and dumb on hearing the sound of beating drums. And who was that? O goodness heart! yes, that was I in stranglehold of iron chains, in endless pain''' His court was full of savage creatures- men perhaps... with frightened, dismal, downcast eyes. and then I heard
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 172 the shrill voice of kingly man; but what He ordered to His slave was greek to me... then suddenly the sound of drums grew more intense- and then...O God! ! ! a tall and savage slave, whose eye-balls threw the flames of fire, raised an odd but savage slogan came to me... drew his bare and deadly sword and raised his giant-like hands to cut my head... I tried to cry: O goodness heart! help me in distress my God! have mercy God! I cried and wept and prayed to him: just spare my life don't cut my head, don't take my life...
Aye what is this? who pressed my head and fingered hair with gentle love? My gracious Maa? yes, no one else but gracious Maa...do i live? O yes I do- am I saved? O yes i am... that slave with deadly sword was gone... thank goodness the dream was gone... and I am in my mother's room, free of horror, free of gloom... my dear Maa! my gentle, kind and loving Maa! give your blessed hand again! take me in your lap again! thank God I am back again...
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 174 Playmate!
Fortune thinks We are kids So She always plays with us Dodging, blind and guessing games; See-saw, hurdles, hide-n-seek; Her swings of different, different nature, Makes the life as a roller-coaster All Her games are really strange Never aught of our own choice; That is why She dodges us; But She is right 'cause we are really foolish kids Ignorant of her cunning tricks. In this state When we yield, She conquers us and wins...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 175 Pope Sir, Apologies!
Once upon a time there was a Girl with shining deep eyes and heart like a pearl. Enamored as she was of pleasures of her life she always captured hearts she never tried to hurl. Being a gorgeous nymph her grace excelled the moon nothing was so nice as her favorite pretty curl. Neither dazzling eyes nor her scarlet lips her locks captivated the heart of an earl. Since that moment he was robbed of his rest and started thinking plans to gain the precious curl. So frightened as she was of vision of a dream by which she got alarmed to beware of a numskull. Her dream came true and she lost her pretty lock she shivered, quivered, wept in loss began to whirl. so this was the story Of a pretty girl, of an Earl's passions and a slaughtered curl.
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 176 Professor! ! !
She teaches us and scolds our pulse she strongly holds her lessons are so delicate but mode of teaching intricate; impresses us with stranger feats often gives surprising treats with watchful eyes does always see just few of us can pay her Fee sometimes kind, sometimes aggressor Life is strict but a great professor! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 177 Quatrain! (Urdu)
Dil ko Allah ki ibadat pe jo mayal krtay Rooh kisi darja e aizaaz pe hoti Uski ankhon k samandar me utar jatay..agar Khudkushi mazhab e islam me hoti
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 178 Rainbow Shades!
Rainbow shades O rainbow shades!
Tell me are you wet or dry? Did you paint the butterfly? Did you add the green to grass? Did you make the azure sky?
Rainbow shades My rainbow shades!
Who tied you up in colored band? What kind of art was in that Hand? Did it keep the magic brush? Did it hold the Deity's wand?
Rainbow shades You rainbow shades!
Let’s stop the spur of riding time Let’s sing the song of bells that chime Let’s make this world so heavenly Let’s play the tune of happy rime
Come hold the pulse of waning day And let me see your twilight gray Your sight gives joy to every heart By coloring dreams you play your part
Let’s whisper love to candle flame And share the secrets with the moon Let’s shade the sketch of vales and dales Let’s weave the fabric of our dreams Let’s dream to see those dreams come true Come, celebrate the falling tears
Leaving all deceiving guile Let’s rejoice the hearty smile!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 180 Rhythm Of Life! ! !
A mild smile is but a screen vague and opaque we find it hard to see through it the mist of grief though it persists in purer feel and harder sense; Life, in fact is a finer blend of gloom and glee; so this harmony in facts of life, aspects of life makes it quite liveable and lovable...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 181 Saawan Season!
Here come now the teeming clouds of saawan season for weary, dry and thirsty soil bring the message from the worthy sacred Heaven the teeming clouds of Saawan season...
they shower kind and gentle rain fast in speed but mild in temper and change in a while entire vision the teeming clouds of Saawan season...
but-that's a fact with flowers' smile and pleasant scent, with eyes' glow and hearts' glee there's a fear and a wish beside ' May He save us from destruction of teeming clouds of Saawan season...'
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 182 Shaam K Baad Ii (Urdu)
Unn ki yaadon ki jo hoti he sahar shaam k baad Hum ko lagta nahi taareek nagar shaam k baad Har taraf dard chamakta he sitaaron ki tarha Sub manazir mein ubhartay hen gohar shaam k baad Saath rehta he, mera haal suna karta he Ik parinda he jo jaata nhi ghar shaam k baad Mujh ko bus yaad meri maa ki boht aati he Jab bhi chhati he mere ghar pe kohor shaam k baad jab laga kaam mukkammal huay saaray apnay baandh len ge kisi din rakht-e-safar shaam k baad
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 183 Shaam K Baad! (Urdu)
Hum jhatak detay hen ehsas tera shaam k baad phir bhi kyun lgti he be-aas nigah shaam k baad
dil sar-e-shaam hi iss tarha sulag uthhta he jis tarha taaq pe jalti he shama shaam k baad
yeh to naadan say bachhay ki tarha rota hay mangta rehta he subho ki faza shaam k baad
jaanay kis khass khilonay ki talab hay iss ko dil ko bhaati nhi taaron ki zia shaam k baad
koi sa'yil ya farishta he khuda hi janay dard lehjay me jo deta he sada shaam k baad
mujhko charhtay huay suraj ki tarha kafi hay jalta rehne do koi ek dia shaam k baad
seh peher tk to zamaanay say mila kartay hen khud say hoti hay mulaaqat sada shaam k baad
in hi lamhon me ibaadat ka maza milta hay kyun k milta he haqeeqat me khuda shaam k baad
khol kr arsh k taalon ko khuda betha hay kese lotay gi bhala maa ki dua shaam k baad
dekh kr teray charaaghon ko palat jaati hun mujh se kehti hay meri dost hawa shaam k baad
abr barsa nhi dil khol k shayad uss ko ghairat-e nafs ne ronay na dia shaam k baad
itni heraan Batool aj hay khud pr kyun k aaj hr giz na ussay yaad kia shaam k baad...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 184 She Wanted Wings...
The turquoise sky was a prompt to fly tempted her to perch on high from there a world she could descry
But something happened last night last night her soul died, In the name of norms she's crucified her voice is mute and flight is stopped now she will sing and fly no more
She wanted wings the special things like the notes of lark which always sings but she will fly no more
She loved the smell and feel of rains as sick of summers she wished to wear the robe of clouds and dance the steps of mild and tender downpour though vales and dales will wait for her but she will dance no more
and you know what! pseudo-norms are a crashing engine What if she sings and lives no more Her wings are clipped, her flight is checked (at least the norms of clan are kept.)
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 185 Signing Out!
When I shall cease to breathe the vital air
The news will spread like a wild fire
In my limited circle where a very few people know me
Some of my folks will be busy receiving calls
The others dialing
Some elderly ones will check all the drawers are safely locked up
Some young ones will pick up my scattered books from my bed
It will be checked whether money enough is there
Or it will be withdrawn from the bank
for all the expected arrangements
People will work all with teary eyes
Some will ask for the time of the rites
All furniture will be set aside or removed for flooring
The work will be done
punctuated by the occasional sounds of cries
mute and quiet, sobs and sighs
rising loud when some new visitor arrives
at hearing the news of the sad demise
The sis will not be informed of all this
She’ll get to know something amiss
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When she’ll come and find the Gate open, and meet
the people standing in the street
She’ll come addressing me aloud
I’ll hear her
Though won’t be able to reply from the shroud
My siblings will be hugged and consoled by some
All, even the angry kin will come
In the other room
Some distant neighbors will start counting beads
For me to take with me in the long journey
When that time will come
Rendering me quiet and dumb
I shall be unable to care for my backlog, as I daily do
To complete my half-done write
To cover the Topic I started teaching in the class
To ask for the forgiveness if ever I spoke so harsh
For not keeping my word
For carrying sins of omission and commission
So if you kindly read it till the end
And do not shun this write
By merely reading the first line
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 187
Forgive me all my foolish things
------
Whenever I work on my PC, I keep
All my regular Tabs open for the next joining in, but
tonight as these thoughts are not away from my mind
Tonight out of some uncertain fear I’m signing out of all the Tabs! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 188 So Brief Was The Phase Of Colours! ! !
The One- -who never wanted to be the part of the storms Though she knew them to be her only friend As storms made her life worth-living... The phase of colours was brief...yet it lingered with her... Surrounded by the people- sermonizing... She was in a fix for what to do... What if her soul obeys to but her own dictates and not others'? Her only request to the world was: 'Would you please go on your way and let me go mine? ' She longed for the time When she would drink satisfaction to the desire... Wild sounds outside... Raining? She could neither see, nor hear...yet could know by the tears Rolling down the cheeks... A thought hammering... When will the soul arise from the grave of yearning? Never perhaps! For she had accepted her being unwanted... She was mortified... Her last despair killed her And none could save her ------The storms even! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 189 Stuffed Toy!
He gruffed at me, and scoffed at me my stuffed toy! it took centuries to make him with all soft stuff inside with my own hands in a room where i make toys to stay beside me in tough days; now a minute past, he's lost it's late hour of dark night my heart misgives ------if he's hungry...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 190 Suna Hay... (Urdu) ! ! !
Suna tha ik nai taqdeer ki tashkeel honi hay Suna tha ab k aangan ki faza tabdeel honi hay
Suna tha aasman se adl ki zanjeer latkay gi Suna tha her pareshan haal ki taqdeer chamkay gi
Suna tha aashti k mehrbaan baadal jo barsen gay Masaiyl sir chhupaanay ki jagah lene ko tarsen ge
Suno! hay ab kahan her waqt jaadu ki chhari chalti Suna hay chund barson me koi mushkil nhi talti
Suna hay sabr ka daaman abhi thaamay hi rehna hay Suna hay jis k aadi hen ussi mushkil ko sehna hay
Abhi ummeed na baandho abhi mushkil me rehna hay Suna hay apna ghar abb bhi andheron me hi rehna hay
Yateemon ki tarha thehro, hareefon ki hukoomat hay Pareshani ki nobat kiya, shareefon ki hukoomat hay
Khabar gardish me he wo hi puraanay baaghban hon ge Suna hay phir wo hi chehray hamaray hukmaran hon gay!
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www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 192 Tears
I shed my life in flowing Tears extinguished fire of heart I quenched my thirst by drinking them and shed my all complaints Oh Life, now what to say to you these Tears are ample reason to live if there were no tears, the life would mean differently neither I nor you would exist then life would be a wilderness then tears are the vital signs of life which is made fertile by these tiny drops!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 193 Tease Me Not! ! !
Hold your speed O wayward Wind! Do not tease My restive mind-
Maltreat not These flowers fair Subdue not All feelings kind-
Know? i think For someone whose Eyes are bright But heart is blind-
Don't disturb The heart-sick men Joy's something they never find-
So stop, and Be my friend at once Know? my goals Are left behind-?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 194 Tefl Days! ! !
The CLOSED campus of the OPEN University! And the steel-grey pigeons on the window-sills! Those ironical Sundays- OFF for the Other blessed beings, AC-frames, so cool to watch, Walk-through Gate but a simple frame Basement -the gloomy cave of spleen Stepping downstairs Might make you forget Aeneid's journey to the centre of the Earth Every room had two wall-clocks, One always tells time of Yore The only thing you won't forget which adorns its natural features My lovely friends n brilliant teachers! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 195 Thank God!
My carefree life is full of charms not perturbed and really calm with a kind of rest extremely best... so i enjoy it round the clock with mornings fresh and evenings cool. my eyes are full of finest dreams my favorite ice cream- chocolate-cream... and i am owner of Myself- my likes are mine dislikes are mine and...furthermore...my Heart is mine so Thank God i am not in love thank God i am not in love...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 196 The Elegiac Heaney Sleeps Now!
After having poured forth the poetic art, experiencing the conflicting feeling all inside, having the hand on a note of hope, adorning the literary canvas by the sound strokes of lyrical beauty and deep critiques, listening to the sounds of nature with a greedy ear, mourning many a dear partings in profound elegies; after having celebrated the beauty, and the intensity of the earthly existence, justifying every beat of his heart, the dear poet's eyes are closed for the world in hope to watch more wonders to ensue after death... ------may his soul rest in peace! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 197 The Enemy!
Ego does have neither mind nor does have a heart, but in ruling human life, it really plays its part It dies when it needs to live It lives when it needs to die Or at least just fall unconscious…
Ego has the rebel rules A higher sense of dignity Got from its own angle Its own realization… When it dies, it turns an honored heart Into a humble beggar begging humbly for attention and affection…
Ego is like a silent killer As pulse, sugar, cholesterol Fatal in both severe shades Getting high or getting nil… Ego is a sensitive, though Not a sensible agency Running, ruling, ruining But never relieving human life…
It is like a central jail guilty or the harmless souls Fall prisoners in its confines… To keep an eye on your “self” Is the only remedy Self-respect is another thing Ego is just the enemy! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 198 The Fall
Under the indescribable skies standing, wondering at the incomplete accounts of the untold stories the flow will stay at birth, the grip on the thoughts is lost somewhere; standing, panting, stumbling upon the unbelievable earth the words die a pre-natal death, and the case of not very easy breaths, the tales of the suffering souls of every description and definition, the ones who are everything which i am not; little reflection, and the fall everywhere; the undone rimes on a rose-petal, the unsung songs for the rain birds locked up in a blood clot or clots somewhere inside the suspended stream, what is there is a sense of loss for the pen uncapped, and the dried ink, and the page left all blank...
------Haven't I painted my own void on the white canvas? ...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 199 The Fall!
When the winter takes its heavy toll Breath declines at the season’s fall
While youth enjoys the pleasant blows The growing souls their windows close
Asthma, fever comes as ailments Syrups replace the food supplements
The family doc prescribes some food One has to obey despite NO mood
The diet comprises porridge and soup No favorite bits, no ice-cream scoop
No spicy, oily and fried things No rice, no milk, no cold drinks
Less salt in meals, less sugar in tea To level sugar and high B.P
Just toasted bread with a chicken leg Pepper sprinkled boiled egg
Talk is hindered with thoughtful pauses Mind accepts not wearing glasses
Daily weight-check, X-Ray file Have upkeep with the lipid profile
Troubled by migraine and joints Getting annoyed at little points
No thought of love, or hate or revenges But syrups, fruit-drops and lozenges
Oblivion increases the use of fillers As a spell of regular pain-killers
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 200 The bones get softened, eyesight falls All this happens when the age calls!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 201 The Golden Phase...
Rhythmic, calm and golden phase of human life... is student life, with carefree days and restive nights, friendly moves and harmless fights... when eyes enjoy much charming dreams, when mind is free of all the pains, all the losses, all the gains when innocent heart knows no laws; but this fair phase so swiftly flies and leaves the traces on our minds as the love of good, old days: -(
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 202 The Last Ride Together!
Dur hona he naa guzeer magar hey jo janay me thori der agar
aao kuchh dur mil k sath chalen aao kuchh der tk to sath chalen
chaand ko, kehkashan ko, taaron ko or khilti hui baharon ko
or khud apne dil ko dhoka den mil k tanhayyon ko dhoka den
un ko ehsas bhi na ho paey raaz afsha kaheen na ho jaey
hum me pehle si dosti na rahi raastay hen alag magar phir bhi
koi herat, qalaq, malaal nhi mere dil me tera khayal nhi
iss lye khud fareb khanay se sir ta paa dukh me doob janay se
laakh bahtar he in ko dhoka den apni tanhayyon ko dhoka den
aao kuchh der mil k sath chalen aao kuchh dur tk to sath chalen
asma'n se barastay baadal ko mouj ko, kashtiyon ko, saahil ko
apnay hi aansuo'on ko dhoka den sub ko hum muskura k dhoka den
aakhri pal hen hans k sath chalen akhri baar mil k sath chalen! ! !
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 203 Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 204 The Last Ride Together-(Ii)
Parting is no wonder friend, parting is inevitable, the moment's come, but if you condescend to my wish, let us have a ride with me, a few steps together, the last steps, let's put on a feigned smile, and deceive the moon, the stars, and the blossoming spring... let's deceive our beating hearts, forlorn and downcast, not to let them know my dearest, not to let them feel that we are no more one now as we used to be, parted are our paths now no wonder, sorry, no regrets, let's betray our loneliness, my heart is lorn of life to me and i've submitted to my fate, let's betray the teary eyes, let's betray the smiles on lips let's betray the rain and clouds, and waves, and shores, let's hold hands for the last time! ! ! let's have a ride for the last time! ...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 205 The Medicinal Relief!
In a spark of some unconscious imagination Or in an intuitively telescoped montage Of my deep vision treading alone wretchedly on the thorny pavements of your alienation leading to your heart the journey gets tough- -an infinity during the course of which the nights are long and tedious the mornings bring no calm such nights and mornings together keep bruising the pain hidden behind every hearty smile in such moments of isolation from the rest of the world, and my own busy self the medicinal relief I receive by writing orphan poems with broken reeds the feel of such writes is special to me especially those which are written with the eyes blurred hands numb heart dead and mind not working at all…
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 206 The Quill Of An Insomniac! ! !
Carrying the nocturnal charms of a nomadic bride, the pretty and the wild, the Night, in labor, is about to give birth to a new day-break before her present death, the dawn will swallow the moon like a tablet in a gulp Sanity has less space to breathe in such moments eterne and I am ready to risk some new madness for coming up to the expectations of a new day even the skin tight springe wrapped around me, cannot smother me Believing, the trickiest of the labyrinths has its key way out, and I'm to search for mine My quill is claiming its rights on me i surrender i never played chess and my rival is a champ...
By: © Shahzia Naqvi
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 207 The Red Diary!
Past is ebbing back to me Hopes Hurts Heart-breaks Deep wounds of virgin soul solace Angst Poems written in faded blue Wise quotes Old pics Cafe bills crumpled napkins love imprisoned- stapled leaves a world wide petals dried My clumsy drawer lock & key silence scribed Pain described Foot-notes in high-lighted pink washed out faded turquoise ink! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 208 The Ripples
how many layers has my soul? i' m obsessed with this thought. none can have a single look; my heart is yet a virgin spot. but painful fact is only that what disturbs me a lot: i am what i am not...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 209 The Song Of Life!
Upon the unkind shores of the rough Sea under the merciless blows of the mighty winds you have to dig your heels deep into the slippery sands;
'midst the ear-deafening noise of the moody Nature the flute of life needs to compose the melodies of existence willy-nilly, or happily;
Do not put your fingers either on the lips of clouds or into the entrails of your ears, they have to whisper their solemn secrets in the most wished for downpour on the slaked soil of the parched ground;
the buds will bloom the birds will sing the hope will rule the way of the world the Sun will do the role of the Christ in the play of resurrection and crucifixion;
The Stars will throw their glistening glow, life will run on the balanced beats, think before you touch the waters it won't be possible to stop the ripples of reaction to be made either of retaliation or reciprocation, it depends on how you touch the waters this is the theme of life this song is all about!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 210 The Sun Rises In The Eyes!
After a long composed travel the eve approaches by and by spreading its shades on everything of cottage yard when the queen of night spreads its fragrance when the moon ascends on the distant horizons the stars get kindled with a glow then the phase of night just comes on wane the stars take their leave bidding their byes and the sun rises in the eyes shifting the glow to dawn on skies!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 211 The Tragedy Of Hamlet, Prince Of Denmark!
I write with sorrow -real and stark- 'The Tragedy Of Hamlet Prince Of Denmark'
Like Othello, The Tempest and king Lear It's a marvel by the pen of Shakespeare
Who paints the perils of his life... Stretched by caution, crushed by strife
He cries for the matters of the Prince Laden with sorrows, full of sufferings
Caused by the death of Hamlet, the king Whose love was the song he used to sing.
His mother, the queen named Gertrude Was frail n fickle but not so rude...
Again she married Claudius, the rake, Her brother-in-law for passions sake;
Began new life with joys and rest Which was for all a damned incest...
Black robe clad young Hamlet alone Was tense for the honor of Danish throne.
His mourning thoughts eclipsed his looks Fondness for books n sports forsook...
Being in grief he lost his mirth- Lost the pleasures touching his worth
A horrid rumour reached his ears, shook his mind, enhanced his fears
Based on a report of three sentinels That a ghost appeared from flames of hell
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 212 Resembling the warring late Monarch Who fought Fortinbras, an enemy of Denmark.
No sooner he heard about this wonder decided to watch it despite the thunder.
With guards he reached the post n then The clock struck one and shocked the men
The ghost then appeared, beckoned the son Who trod ahead and left everyone...
He followed it in fondness and fear in a really tough and tense atmosphere
The heaven and earth did try to observe His limbs as hardy as Nemean lion's nerve.
At once the Ghost disclosed with frown That Claudius killed him for his crown
By pouring potion his life he stole Then Queen and throne gained as goal.
So slept the king by the brother's hand And left forever this mortal land
For the Queen he said, 'despite her dodge Leave her to thorns, in her bosom lodge.'
After narrating the murder so foul The Ghost, in pain, began to howl
Demanded from him revenge of the act If he had, by nature, a gut to react
The Prince, then, tried to check his might Found himself as unable to fight
Lacking stimulus to take revenge His teeth and fists, he used to clench
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 213 At last decided in utter sadness To leave his rest by putting on madness
Wished he hadn't been born at all To set things right whether big or small.
Now rise the curtains in room of Polonius The state's counselor, old and loquacious
Beside a son, he had one daughter Whose love for Hamlet, he used to slaughter
Possessing a heart precious as pearls Fair she was of all Shakespeare's girls
Like gorgeous Perdita, but unlike Cordelia Submissive she was -the fair Ophelia
Reported she once to her father with fear About the Prince's odd behavior
Who strangely came in her private closet With sleeves inside out, eyes out of sockets
Made with sighs some painful sounds cast a glance so piteous, so profound
Her heart bled at this odd view But the old man found another clue
He termed it as an ecstasy of love In stature though Hamlet was far above
He thought it fit to tell the king that the Prince was out of reason's ring
He took her hand and left the room To put his daughter's fate in gloom.
Right away he went to the Danish court To tell the royal pair of this report
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 214 In short they decided to secretly spy And used his daughter as a decoy
But Hamlet was a sane insane He understood their efforts vain.
Maltreated her despite his love Though knew her well as pretty dove.
By manner changed, he broke her heart Like actor's good, he played his part.
Ophelia was compelled to think Of their past love and worthy link.
So cautious then young Hamlet was Of Guidenstern and Rosencrantz;
'Cause they were sent to check his mind By the Queen and king seemingly kind
They felt themselves so much helpless Bent their heads and did confess.
Then Hamlet said to them, 'on earth I know not where I lost my mirth.'
For cure of mental grievous layers The Prince was told of city players.
He keenly took interest in them With open arms he bade welcome.
The players had prospects shining bright In whom he used to take delight
Requested he to an actor boy To recite the tragedy of the king of Troy.
That passage was a fiery one Impressive was its tragic tone
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 215 The scene incited him to think Of Hecuba and the player's link.
If he had his pains and fears he'd have drowned stage with tears.
For making Claudius his only prey The prince conceived a plan to play
Based on one Gonzago's life, Stung by treachery of his wife
Just to avoid certain mishap He named it as a mousetrap.
The play was the only pregnant thing To read the mind of the guilty king.
Now Guildenstern informed the king That he didn't notice anything
And could not find any proof Because with a craft he kept aloof
Asked the Queen with motherly passion: 'Did he talk in a normal fashion? '
The servants of the royal court Replied and gave that new report:
'To stage a play the Prince intends, Invites your grace with all your friends
To watch the play arranged by him' (In fact to be really caught by him.)
The king replied with a cunning art That he would go with 'all his heart.'
With all the lords he left the scene Along with the pretty foolish Queen.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 216 Now Hamlet appeared on the stage With a tinge of sorrow and of rage
He knew not whether to live or die His mental state had gone awry.
While he was lost in painful thought Then all his gifts Ophelia brought
Tried to give them back to him With teeming eyes and voice so dim
She said that, 'for to the noble mind Gifts lose worth if giver is unkind.'
The genius prince advised the girl That 'honesty is like a pearl
So save your pearl and be a nun Leave this world and everyone.'
With changing tone he said at once: 'Not now but I did love you once.'
The girl in her excess of grief... lost her comforts and relief...
Recalled with pain his state of mind So fair and fine, so nice and kind
She thought of Hamlet's wretched tone That a noble mind was overthrown
Who, once, was a flower of the state The glass of grace and finer taste
But he had lost his wisdom's range She sobbed and wept over this change
Then entered the king with crafty men And hurriedly disclosed his plan......
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 217 To send the Prince in stark exile By art, by force or by some guile.
Now Hamlet had the only way, To check the king, he staged a play
The scenes, in fact, did resemble His father's murder by his uncle
The players did enact on the stage At which the king expressed his rage
He left the hall with temper lost with shivering heart and senses frost
The play removed his outer layers And credit went to all the players
There wasn't anything to hide Hamlet was quite satisfied...
His heart and conscience had no fear The great confusion was now clear
He got a message from the Queen Who was under impact of spleen
Meanwhile came the king so stern With Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Ordered them to leave the land With Hamlet and a dispatch by hand
They promised and then left the king With aching heart and eyes running
When the king was left alone there In melancholic atmosphere
His conscience started pricking him In prayers he tried to utter a hymn
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 218 His prayers were full of confession With no prospects of his salvation
So bad and foul was his offense He found no shield for his defense
His sin was foul as black as death He prayed to God with broken breath
When Hamlet saw him lost in prayers Thought of his incestuous pleasures
He thought, 'I 'll kill him for his crime That would be much better time
While he would be asleep or drunk Or in rage he would be sunk....'
While thinking this, his flaw subdued, Delayed his act, and left the lewd;
Proceeded to his Mother's chamber To speak bitter words like dagger
Present was Polonius there...... Of his fate quite unaware......
Hid himself behind the curtain Neither life nor death was certain.
Hamlet called her not his mother but loving wife of husband's brother.
His rashness caused her louder shriek Harassed the Queen as a freak
Severely tried to show her a glass The Man was shocked behind the arras
That voice raised in him a storm He stabbed at where the cry came from
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 219 The man (behind) , cried again In painful voice, 'O, I am slain.'
So justly killed was the king's friend And act of spying became his end.
Hamlet's thoughts were not sinister But he became his scourge n minister
By dagger words he op'd her eyes His wretched voice shook the skies
Convinced her, and disclosed atlast He wasn't mad 'but mad in craft.'
He told her in his accent flat: 'I must to England, you know that? '
He painfully this news revealed That letters of the king were sealed
Then dragged the body of the man In grief there did Queen remain...
She told the king of 'the heavy deed, ' So then he started taking heed......
He said, 'I see it writ on wall... His life is full of threats to all.'
By ready hands at once he wrote To the king of England a cunning note
Touching Hamlet's present death Till then he wont take joyous breath.
For those who know Shakespeare's art This story has another part......
Young Fortinbras came there at last For Hamlet served a big contrast.
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 220 That tender Prince, a man of mission Was burned by fire of great ambition
Without any reason-big and sound Went to Poland for a patch of ground;
Suffering from the thirst for fame Not profit but for the sake of name.
This act opened Hamlet's eyes The hidden flames began to rise.
He thought then that, 'from this time forth My thoughts be bloody or be nothing worth.'
A gentleman informed Gertrude About Ophelia's madness as a fruit
Of her father's sad demise; Entered she with half-shut eyes.
Nobody there could bear so long The grief reflected from her songs.
A noise was heard from outside the hall Which confused every big and small.
The mob was crying against the king By, 'Laertes shall be the Danish king.'
Laertes full of fiery passions...... Ordered them to have patience
Entered with full zest and wrath From the mouth flowed angry froth
Blamed the king for the father's murder Spoke to him with a mighty thunder.
The vile king was good at game Laertes, by him, was easily tamed
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 221 By cunning words turned all attention Towards Hamlet moved his tension.
Hamlet, who was sent to England, by chance couldn't reach that land.
Piracy -an ugly, criminal act, Became for him a lucky fact.
He left his ship to fight with pirates His 'fellows'unknowingly then left.
He got saved from being killed By king of England 'against his will.
England killed on orders stern Rosencrantz and Guildenstern-
On fortunes favors who can depend? By hands of justice, they met their end.
He told it all to Horatio-his friend That there's a power that shapes our ends.
On the death of both these men He said that life is like to say 'one'.
Then, Dear Readers! towards his goal Started moving his ' prophetic soul.'
Claudius made, then, a plan to snatch His life, he arranged a fencing match-
Sent his message by a courtier To prepare his dagger and rapier.
Clear of guilt, the Prince at ease Accept the challenge by Laertes.
A scheme there is in a sparrow's fall So 'on my part, the readiness is all.'
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 222 Prepared were table, trumpets, drums- Claudius called, 'come, Hamlet, come.'
Fencing match was a scheme in fact In which he used then all his tact.
He really poisoned Laertes ' mind with revengeful thoughts bloody n unkind
Hamlet spoke, ere the fight began To laertes, 'you are a gentleman
I've done you wrong but not in rudeness
I tell you that it was my madness.'
With these words, prepared to play There death started a game to play
Laertes struck with poisoned weapon None could understand what happened.
He himself was wounded badly - Thought that he was killed but justly.
Envenomed drink was also there Which was drunk by his Mother.
All that happened for no reason All were crying, 'treason, treason'
Hamlet, wounded, thought to avenge killed the king and took revenge.
He cried, 'incestuous, murderous Dane! Fall! but never to rise again...... '
Alas! he saw that sergeant Death Had come to take his last breath..
He felt that passed the Golden moments, 'the Time is up, the rest is silence.'
Cease my pen! don't speak of glory
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 223 who can dare to read his story?
An unjust act, a foul practice- Revenge, O Prince! is a wild justice.
With all my heart, I remember you Would you believe that I LOVE YOU...? ? ?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 224 The Wasteland!
these are fruits of aimless life joyless days and sleepless nights
I live, like a wingless bird, useless life in lawless world
t' strictly fall in loveless passion 'tis still new trend of fashion
like screaming silence here n there hopelessness is everywhere...
lo! the thought in thoughtless silence feel the pain in painless violence
that is too much i'm bearing may God save me from this suffering...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 225 Time
Time, like a step mother- often hard and often kind- sometimes fellow, sometimes foe; it really moves in a continual flow... often hits surprising blow; causes wound and then heals it when it pleases. Time, like a step-mother, shows indifference to our matters and scatters wishful hopes and aspirations, changes things in different fashions... Time -the fellow Time -the foe: gives despairs then repairs we are targets of the Time we are toys in hands of Time...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 226 To Aitzaz Hasan!
O Brave Son, of every mother of your town now! Hats off to your parents now feeling proud For their joyous grief all heads bow From your skies you blew up the evil cloud Salutes to the soil that engendered you Made you grown up and nurtured you You proved true To your mother’s milk That was running as a river In your youthful veins Worthy of life You fought with death In a deadly duel Though it stared at you As a glaring truth You killed it By the sword of youth It came in stealth For lives to trace And died itself In your tight embrace To save your life You did not think And tasted death As a honeyed drink The false hopes Of evil you drowned By God in Heaven You will be crowned To keep the smiles Of your vale alive You dared to afford
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 227 The tears in your mother’s eyes And made your course straight to the Paradise!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 228 To Breeze! ! !
Play not with me O wanton Breeze! enjoy with flower-laden trees...
speak! for whom you softly blow? tell me whom you want to please?
my friends you know are far from me but joys of friendship never cease.
impress me not by pleasant fun I relish not your melodies.
I value your so fleeting glee O jolly, gentle, morning breeze! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 229 To Keats
'thou wast not born for death, Immortal Bird! ' now live eternally in worthy world, in poetic realm. thy words impress the soul, and overwhelm our each and every thought... thou wast a singing Bird, for us thou always brought enchanting, rhythmic words... now do a different job: remove the veil of gloom from caring, thoughtful mind, do not intend to sob in sad, indolent mood. try not to close thy eyes pain is the part of life- so why escape the world? thou wast not born for death IMMORTAL BIRD!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 230 To My Toys!
Those little sorrows and fears of childhood those little joys... all the fetching smiles and tears all the little toys... Where have they gone? where are they now? those naughty pranks and games and song are nowhere found. My heart is bound to have them all. My doll Aleena used to sing a lovely song 'Happy children! sing you now...' My heart screams: O, busy Life! where have you lost my pretty doll with hazel eyes and silky golden ponytails? you have devoured my aeroplane, my dog, my train, my lovely teddy bears... for them I used to laugh, for them I used to shed my tears I love recalling carefree days, I love recalling joys; I still recall my pretty past I still recall my Toys! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 231 To Sydney Carton! ...Love-Incarnate!
why renounced the life, dear Syd! tell me for God's sake! it was worthy it was good... you forsook it for HER sake...she pretty! she enchantress... the golden-haired doll... with a pair of blue eyes...
thought you, 'nobody on earth cares for me ' why thought this? said you, 'i might be like a useless piece of furniture, taken no notice of '... why said this? but care, care, care! it's hard to see your dreamy eyes filled with tears.
did you ever know that you were born to live forever? so please compose your weary thoughts! and do control this bleeding heart which seldom shows itself...
why talk like one who died young? O recklessly indifferent Man! now pray tell me why killed your soul? why burnt yourself in flaming logs of cruel Love? yet saw your road through whirling wheels of goddess Fate; you died for her and held a holy shrine in hearts. I wish your tender soul to know those sea deep eyes do make this call... Love conquers all...
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Ref...A Tale Of Two Cities..by Dickens....sydney...one of the best bad men in all literature all literature...
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 233 To The Descending Sun!
Why art thou pale and sad and sick... carrying no happy thought with thee... why lost thy vigor and zeal and zest casting shadows- dark and deep but mixed with somber evening shine like a death-bed patient's parting smile shedding never- ending grief; though I perceive thy daily death is no mishap but Nature's game of hide and seek of sinking day and rising night. It seems to me thou hast the breath of God in thee for solacing the cloudy hearts... now comfort me, my heart and soul, the world hast never seen!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 234 Ufaq K Paar! (Urdu) -
Ufaq k paar Qismat ka sitara dhoondnay niklen Chalo iss baar fitrat ka nazara dhoondnay niklen
boht se rang pehnay zindagi humko bulaati he Udaasi chhor kr uska ishaara dhoondnay niklen
samandar ki tahon mein jaa k moti chun k le aen jo hum se kho gaey unko dobara dhoondnay niklen
Safar dushwaar, saahil dur, dil mein ik lagan le kar chalo kaaghaz ki kashti me kinara dhoondnay niklen
Karen gi mushkilen iss baar koshish phir haraanay ki Chalen iss baar Qudrat ka sahara dhoondnay niklen!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 235 Vigils & The Mood Swings!
The day long incurable despairs, the night long sighs Or the lifelong desires yet to be fulfilled Vigils level everything every night Healing up the bruises caused by the fine crystalline needles Of the broken dreams embroidered on the eye-lashes Where even a wink is a pain now
Tears slid down the soul inside Plastering the heart burns, soothing them Pains-not fully alive, smiles-not completely dead Both rock me and lull me to sleep, but Pain my Brutus, and I am no Job
The eyes ajar On the star-littered night sky, By the stroke of the glances cast, Joining, connecting the pointed glow of the distant starlets I sketch the contours of the faces Gone though not forgotten They pass at me a contagious smile, I get cured
May clouds seem friends with me, Pouring forth my heart out in thin, thin, sprinkle drizzles Knowing my pulse I treat myself candidly The fury of the tides subsides The pendulum of emotions gets managed The mood swings cured! ! !
© Shahzia Naqvi
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 236 Vigils!
Nimbus-lingered eyes Night wakes on a wet pillow The star gaze is blurred!
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 237 Waqt!
Waqt k dosh pe her baat ko daala na karo, waqt ka kiya he theher jaey to chalta hi nhi par laga le to kbhi ruk k palat'ta bhi nhi waqt rotay huay chehron ko hansaata he kbhi or kbhi hanstay huay dil ko rula deta he waqt badhta he to bus zeest ko aandhi de kar waqt chalta he syah baalon me chaandi de kar Kon kehta he k haalaat sanwar jaen gay waqt guzray ga, to hum sath guzar jaen gay waqt k dosh pe ik roz bikhar jaen gay! ! !
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 238 Would You Do Me A Favour?
O traveller! Would you do me a favour? This I ask of you: Just say my salam To those dear ones Who live in far off lands As you pass by them? Also tell them That this bonding of mine with them Is growing stronger in my heart that Even the wheel of time and change of seasons Can never snap it Even the vast distances That set us apart Can never diminish the love we bear For one another In the sanctorum of our hearts O traveller! Carry with you these tidings of my heart, and say my salam To those dear ones Who live in far off land…
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 239 Writer's Block!
Let me share with you a news And that's about my angry muse Snatching heart to say something No words in tongue No dreams in eyes No thoughts in mind Open pen with ink dried I can't tell how hard I tried Blocked brains this blankness haunts Like a starless sky or a moonless night Rain has showered all in vain Neither joys speak nor does pain My pen had once an edge like blade Disuse has dulled my tools of trade Hear O Lord! My heart is ill Where has gone my writing skill?
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 240 X - Ray
Whatever on your page whenever I just read there surely find a sage who has a moral creed
I decode your message and leave there my note comprising my homage if you wish to connote
a good deed's to be praised if someone reads you once he simply stays amazed at boldness and brilliance
Shahzia Batool
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 241 You!
I got a chance to meet You in the feel of a moment gripped in the crystalline abstraction of a diamond bonding…
at my first sight, a young sheep, a kitten, or a chic You looked to me; but as the moments passed by, I kept on exploring You and found to my sheer surprise a ripe mind, a deep thought, a razor-pen You kept and still keep… a keen observer, a bright writer, a sharp critic;
I felt your soul like a lighted candle Sometimes kindling the light though sometimes idly burning away but always on the flickering flame fighting against the bold blows and strokes of critical winds… I felt the hardening of your heart by constant fighting within and without…
You made me up and happy You made me down and sad but never annoyed me I likened you to Stephen D. I likened you to the bard of fancy I wished to write an ode to You…
Reading You is a wonder feel, One might feel sitting either in a submarine
www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 242 or a space-shuttle.. you have always been so dead sure beyond being challenged ever… I witnessed deaths of ego hard With no offence, with no blame People let you rule their moods Willingly...
for how they can file an F.I.R when in all crystalline way they love the killer…! ! !
Shahzia Batool
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