look into My eyes,

look into My eyes,
You  can see Your life
and my greatest dreams;
You will see strength
and comfort;
you will see the tears
which are meant for you
you will see endless joy
and undying faith;
you will see the rays of
inspiration shine
through the clouds,
the flames of passion
warm the night;
You will see home
and all of the heart's
purest emotions.

Just Look in to my Eyes

Search your soul and search your heart

Us ke Hasey

Woh Roz Shab Ke Haq ke.

Good Morning Quotes

(Gazals) parwaaz

Kiss Ki Nazar Se Bachaaye Aap Ko.

329~*Woh Muj Main Rahta Hay*~

 

329~*Woh Muj Main Rahta Hay*~

Woh muj main rahta hay

Aur muj se juda bhi hay

Aur us ki yaad ka

Sene main ek dia bhi hay

Main jis k naam se

Bharta houn jaam sanson k

Woh ibtada hay meri

Aur intaha bhi hay

Woh chal k ata hay

Phuloon si narm chadar pe

Mere dhyan ka suraj hay

Woh ghata bhi hay

Main us ki aankh main

Dekhon to yun lage muj ko

Shaboon ki neend se jaga

Woh rutjaga bhi hay

A Lover's Complaint - Part-5

A Lover's Complaint - Part-5

'So many have, that never touch'd his hand,
Sweetly supposed them mistress of his heart.
My woeful self, that did in freedom stand,
And was my own fee-simple, not in part,
What with his art in youth, and youth in art,
Threw my affections in his charmed power,
Reserved the stalk and gave him all my flower.



'Yet did I not, as some my equals did,
Demand of him, nor being desired yielded;
Finding myself in honour so forbid,
With safest distance I mine honour shielded:
Experience for me many bulwarks builded
Of proofs new-bleeding, which remain'd the foil
Of this false jewel, and his amorous spoil.



'But, ah, who ever shunn'd by precedent
The destined ill she must herself assay?
Or forced examples, 'gainst her own content,
To put the by-past perils in her way?
Counsel may stop awhile what will not stay;
For when we rage, advice is often seen
By blunting us to make our wits more keen.



'Nor gives it satisfaction to our blood,
That we must curb it upon others' proof;
To be forbod the sweets that seem so good,
For fear of harms that preach in our behoof.
O appetite, from judgment stand aloof!
The one a palate hath that needs will taste,
Though Reason weep, and cry, 'It is thy last.'



'For further I could say 'This man's untrue,'
And knew the patterns of his foul beguiling;
Heard where his plants in others' orchards grew,
Saw how deceits were gilded in his smiling;
Knew vows were ever brokers to defiling;
Thought characters and words merely but art,
And b******s of his foul adulterate heart.

A Lover's Complaint - Part-6

A Lover's Complaint - Part-6

'And long upon these terms I held my city,
Till thus he gan besiege me: 'Gentle maid,
Have of my suffering youth some feeling pity,
And be not of my holy vows afraid:
That's to ye sworn to none was ever said;
For feasts of love I have been call'd unto,
Till now did ne'er invite, nor never woo.



''All my offences that abroad you see
Are errors of the blood, none of the mind;
Love made them not: with acture they may be,
Where neither party is nor true nor kind:
They sought their shame that so their shame did find;
And so much less of shame in me remains,
By how much of me their reproach contains.



''Among the many that mine eyes have seen,
Not one whose flame my heart so much as warm'd,
Or my affection put to the smallest teen,
Or any of my leisures ever charm'd:
Harm have I done to them, but ne'er was harm'd;
Kept hearts in liveries, but mine own was free,
And reign'd, commanding in his monarchy.



''Look here, what tributes wounded fancies sent me,
Of paled pearls and rubies red as blood;
Figuring that they their passions likewise lent me
Of grief and blushes, aptly understood
In bloodless white and the encrimson'd mood;
Effects of terror and dear modesty,
Encamp'd in hearts, but fighting outwardly.



''And, lo, behold these talents of their hair,
With twisted metal amorously impleach'd,
I have received from many a several fair,
Their kind acceptance weepingly beseech'd,
With the annexions of fair gems enrich'd,
And deep-brain'd sonnets that did amplify
Each stone's dear nature, worth, and quality.

A Lover's Complaint - Part-4

A Lover's Complaint - Part-4

'Well could he ride, and often men would say
'That horse his mettle from his rider takes:
Proud of subjection, noble by the sway,
What rounds, what bounds, what course, what stop he makes!'
And controversy hence a question takes,
Whether the horse by him became his deed,
Or he his manage by the well-doing steed.



'But quickly on this side the verdict went:
His real habitude gave life and grace
To appertainings and to ornament,
Accomplish'd in himself, not in his case:
All aids, themselves made fairer by their place,
Came for additions; yet their purposed trim
Pieced not his grace, but were all graced by him.



'So on the tip of his subduing tongue
All kinds of arguments and question deep,
All replication prompt, and reason strong,
For his advantage still did wake and sleep:
To make the weeper laugh, the laugher weep,
He had the dialect and different skill,
Catching all passions in his craft of will:



'That he did in the general bosom reign
Of young, of old; and sexes both enchanted,
To dwell with him in thoughts, or to remain
In personal duty, following where he haunted:
Consents bewitch'd, ere he desire, have granted;
And dialogued for him what he would say,
Ask'd their own wills, and made their wills obey.



'Many there were that did his picture get,
To serve their eyes, and in it put their mind;
Like fools that in th' imagination set
The goodly objects which abroad they find
Of lands and mansions, theirs in thought assign'd;
And labouring in moe pleasures to bestow them
Than the true gouty landlord which doth owe them: 

A Lover's Complaint - Part-3

A Lover's Complaint - Part-3

'Father,' she says, 'though in me you behold
The injury of many a blasting hour,
Let it not tell your judgment I am old;
Not age, but sorrow, over me hath power:
I might as yet have been a spreading flower,
Fresh to myself, If I had self-applied
Love to myself and to no love beside.



'But, woe is me! too early I attended
A youthful suit--it was to gain my grace--
Of one by nature's outwards so commended,
That maidens' eyes stuck over all his face:
Love lack'd a dwelling, and made him her place;
And when in his fair parts she did abide,
She was new lodged and newly deified.



'His browny locks did hang in crooked curls;
And every light occasion of the wind
Upon his lips their silken parcels hurls.
What's sweet to do, to do will aptly find:
Each eye that saw him did enchant the mind,
For on his visage was in little drawn
What largeness thinks in Paradise was sawn.



'Small show of man was yet upon his chin;
His phoenix down began but to appear
Like unshorn velvet on that termless skin
Whose bare out-bragg'd the web it seem'd to wear:
Yet show'd his visage by that cost more dear;
And nice affections wavering stood in doubt
If best were as it was, or best without.



'His qualities were beauteous as his form,
For maiden-tongued he was, and thereof free;
Yet, if men moved him, was he such a storm
As oft 'twixt May and April is to see,
When winds breathe sweet, untidy though they be.
His rudeness so with his authorized youth
Did livery falseness in a pride of truth.

A Lover's Complaint - Part-2

A Lover's Complaint - Part-2

A thousand favours from a maund she drew
Of amber, crystal, and of beaded jet,
Which one by one she in a river threw,
Upon whose weeping margent she was set;
Like usury, applying wet to wet,
Or monarch's hands that let not bounty fall
Where want cries some, but where excess begs all.



Of folded schedules had she many a one,
Which she perused, sigh'd, tore, and gave the flood;
Crack'd many a ring of posied gold and bone
Bidding them find their sepulchres in mud;
Found yet moe letters sadly penn'd in blood,
With sleided silk feat and affectedly
Enswathed, and seal'd to curious secrecy.



These often bathed she in her fluxive eyes,
And often kiss'd, and often 'gan to tear:
Cried 'O false blood, thou register of lies,
What unapproved witness dost thou bear!
Ink would have seem'd more black and damned here!'
This said, in top of rage the lines she rents,
Big discontent so breaking their contents.



A reverend man that grazed his cattle nigh--
Sometime a blusterer, that the ruffle knew
Of court, of city, and had let go by
The swiftest hours, observed as they flew--
Towards this afflicted fancy fastly drew,
And, privileged by age, desires to know
In brief the grounds and motives of her woe.



So slides he down upon his grained bat,
And comely-distant sits he by her side;
When he again desires her, being sat,
Her grievance with his hearing to divide:
If that from him there may be aught applied
Which may her suffering ecstasy assuage,
'Tis promised in the charity of age.

A Lover's Complaint - Part-1

A Lover's Complaint - Part-1

FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded
A plaintful story from a sistering vale,
My spirits to attend this double voice accorded,
And down I laid to list the sad-tuned tale;
Ere long espied a fickle maid full pale,
Tearing of papers, breaking rings a-twain,
Storming her world with sorrow's wind and rain.



Upon her head a platted hive of straw,
Which fortified her visage from the sun,
Whereon the thought might think sometime it saw
The carcass of beauty spent and done:
Time had not scythed all that youth begun,
Nor youth all quit; but, spite of heaven's fell rage,
Some beauty peep'd through lattice of sear'd age.



Oft did she heave her napkin to her eyne,
Which on it had conceited characters,
Laundering the silken figures in the brine
That season'd woe had pelleted in tears,
And often reading what contents it bears;
As often shrieking undistinguish'd woe,
In clamours of all size, both high and low.



Sometimes her levell'd eyes their carriage ride,
As they did battery to the spheres intend;
Sometime diverted their poor balls are tied
To the orbed earth; sometimes they do extend
Their view right on; anon their gazes lend
To every place at once, and, nowhere fix'd,
The mind and sight distractedly commix'd.



Her hair, nor loose nor tied in formal plat,
Proclaim'd in her a careless hand of pride
For some, untuck'd, descended her sheaved hat,
Hanging her pale and pined cheek beside;
Some in her threaden fillet still did bide,
And true to bondage would not break from thence,
Though slackly braided in loose negligence.

Tassaur Shaam se uske.

Gazal#3

Buhat Kathin Hai

Dreams

Bila jawaz rakhen khud ko beqaraar bhi kyun

Bila jawaz rakhen khud ko beqaraar bhi kyun

Jo tu nahee hai to phir tera intezaar bhi kyun

Akelepan ka safar jab mera muqaddar hai

To phir ai waada shikan teri rehguzaar bhi kyun

Usey ganwa ke raho ab khizaon ki zad mai

Jo wo nahee hai to phir mausam-e-bahar bhi kyun

Agar bhulaye huye usko aik umr hui

To phir yeh aaj tabiyet hai sogwaar bhi kyun

Wo jin labon pe yaqeene wafa mehek na sakey

Phir unke lams ki khahish ho aik baar bhi kyun

Jab usko shauq tha raston ki dhool honey ka

Palat ke dekhta jaata tha baar baar bhi kyun

aag ho to jalane me.n der kitanii lagatii hai

aag ho to jalane me.n der kitanii lagatii hai 

barf ke pighalane me.n der kitanii lagatii hai

chaahe ko_ii ruk jaaye chaahe ko_ii rah jaaye 

qaafilo.n ko chalane me.n der kitanii lagatii hai

chaahe ko_ii jaisaa bhii ham_safar ho sadiyo.n se 

raastaa badalane me.n der kitanii lagatii hai

ye to vaqt ke bas me.n hai ke kitanii mohalat de 

varnaa baKht Dhakane me.n der kitanii lagatii hai

mom kaa badan lekar dhuup me.n nikal aanaa 

aur phir pighalane me.n der kitanii lagatii hai

soch kii zamiino.n me.n raaste judaa ho.n to 

duur jaa nikalane me.n der kitanii lagatii hai

aaj to be-sabab udaas hai jii

aaj to be-sabab udaas hai jii

ishq hotaa to ko_ii baat bhii thii

jalataa phirataa huu.N kyuu.N do-paharo.n me.n

jaane kyaa chiiz kho ga_ii merii

vahii.n phirataa huu.N mai.n bhii Khaak ba-sar

is bhare shahar me.n hai ek galii

chhupataa phirataa hai ishq duniyaa se

phailatii jaa rahii hai rusvaa_ii

ham_nashii.n kyaa kahuu.N ke vo kyaa hai

chho.D ye baat niind u.Dane lagii

aaj to vo bhii kuchh Khaamosh saa thaa

mai.n ne bhii us se ko_ii baat na kii

ek dam us ke haath chuum liye

ye mujhe baiThe baiThe kyaa suujhii

tuu jo itanaa udaas hai 'Nasir'

tujhe kyaa ho gayaa bataa to sahii

aadamii aadamii se milataa hai

aadamii aadamii se milataa hai

aadamii aadamii se milataa hai

dil magar kam kisii se milataa hai

bhuul jaataa huu.N mai.n sitam us ke

vo kuchh is saadagii se milataa hai

aaj kyaa baat hai ke phuulo.n kaa

rang terii ha.Nsii se milataa hai

mil ke bhii jo kabhii nahii.n milataa

TuuT kar dil usii se milataa hai

kaar-o-baar-e-jahaa.N sa.Nvarate hai.n

hosh jab beKhudii se milataa hai

aa ki merii jaan me.n qaraar nahii.n hai

aa ki merii jaan me.n qaraar nahii.n hai

aa ki merii jaan me.n qaraar nahii.n hai 

taaqat-e-bedaad-e-intazaar nahii.n hai 

[qaraar=rest/repose, bedaad=injustice] 

dete hai.n jannat hayaat-e-dahar ke badale 

nashshaa baa_andaazaa-e-Khumaar nahii.n hai 

[hayaat = life; dahar = world]

[baa_andaazaa = according to; Khumaar = intoxication] 

giriyaa nikaale hai terii bazm se mujh ko 

haaye! ki rone pe iKhtiyaar nahii.n hai 

[giriyaa = weeping; iKhtiyaar = control] 

ham se abas hai gumaan-e-ranjish-e-Khaatir 

Khaak me.n ushshaq kii Gubaar nahii.n hai 

[abas=indifferent; gumaan=suspicion; ranjish=unpleasantness;] 

[Khaak=ashes/dust; ushshaq=lovers; Gubaar=clouds of dust] 

dil se uThaa lutf-e-jalvaa haaye ma_anii 

Gair-e-gul aa_iinaa-e-bahaar nahii.n hai 

[ma_anii = meanings, Gair-e-gul = other than blossoms ] 

qatl kaa mere kiyaa hai ahad to baare 

vaaye! agar ahad ustavaar nahii.n hai 

[ahad = promise, baare = at last, ustavaar = firm/determined ] 

tuu ne qasam mai_kashii kii khaa_ii hai 'Ghalib' 

terii qasam ka kuchh aitabaar nahii.n hai

aa ke patthar to mere sahan me.n do-chaar gire

aa ke patthar to mere sahan me.n do-chaar gire

jitane us pe.D ke phal the pas-e-diivaar gire

[sahan = courtyard; pas-e-diivaar = other side of the wall]

aisii dahashat thii fazaao.n me.n khule paanii kii

aa.Nkh jhapakii bhii nahii.n haath se patavaar gire

mujhe giranaa hai to mai.n apane hii qadamo.n me.n giruu.N

jis tarah saayaa-e-diivaar pe diivaar gire

[saayaa-e-diivaar = wall's shadow]

tiiragii chho.D gaye din me.n ujaale ke Khutuut

ye sitaare mere ghar TuuT ke bekaar gire

[tiiragii = darkness; Khutuut = letters]

dekh kar apane dar-o-baam laraz uThataa huu.N

mere ham_saaye me.n jab bhii ko_ii diivaar gire

[dar-o-baam = walls and roofs; laraz = tremble]

[ham_saaye = neighbourhood]

vaqt kii Dor Khudaa jaane kahaa.N se TuuTe

kis gha.Dii sar pe ye laTakii hu_ii talvaar gire

[Dor = string]

ham se Takaraa ga_ii Khud ba.Dh ke andhere kii chaTTaan

ham sambhal_kar jo bahut chalate the naachaar gire

haath aayaa nahii.n kuchh raat kii dal_dal ke sivaa

haaye kis mo.D pe Khvaabo.n ke parastaar gire

kyaa kahuu.N diidaa-e-tar ye to meraa cheharaa hai

sang kaT jaate hai.n baarish kii jahaa.N dhaar gire

[diidaa-e-tar = tear filled eyes; sang = stone]

dekhate kyo.n ho 'Shakeb' itanii bulandii kii taraf

na uThaayaa karo sar ko ki ye dastaar gire

[bulandii = height; dastaar = turban]

Nahi Baaqi

Ek Din Mila Woh Mjhe.

Aalam - E - Rooz - Gaar Ko

Jab Dard Had se Guzar Jata hai.

Woh Kehtti hai!

Ek tou jee aab

zindagi-yu-hui-basar-tanha

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