Hawa Urdu Poetry

Hawa.....!! Tum Janti Ho Sab

Hawa....!
Tum janti ho sab
Ke mein ne raat ke pichle pehar

chupke se sari dastaan tum ko sunaye thi
Tumhien to yaad hi ho ga

Tabhi...
Jab ashk meri baat ke raste mein hayal the
Tabhi...

Jab lafz mere durd ki shidat se ghayal the
Meri sochien

Jab uski chaap ke peechay gaien thien to
Hawa tum ne hi mera bheegta pallo sukhaya tha

Hawa tum sun rahi thien na ke jab us ne kaha tha
Muntazar rehna mein Aoon ga

Hawa... Tum to gawa ho ke tan se ab talak
in rastoon se

Meri ankhoon ke diye bhujnay nahi paye
Hawa tum to usi ke rastoon se ho ke aye ho

Hawa....!
Wo aa raha tha na?

Hawa....!

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Na Tha Kuch To Khuda Tha By Mirza Ghalib

Na tha kuch to Khuda tha by Mirza Ghalib

Mirza Ghalib

Na tha kuch to Khuda tha, Kuch na hota to Khuda hota
Daboya mujhko hone ne na hota mein to kia hota

Huwa jab gham se youn behis to ghum kia sir katnay ka
Na hota gar juda tan se to zanoon per dhara hota

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Kahien se tera sath le Aaoon Urdu Poetry

Kahien se tera sath le Aaoon Urdu Poetry

Kahien se tera sath le Aaoon
Wasl ki chand raat le aaoon

Beth jaoon kisi doorahay per
Mang ker tera hath le aaoon

Kitni sadiyoon ke baad bolo mein
Lab pe aik teri hi baat le aaoon

Apni aankhoon ki band ghalioon se
Aansoon ki barat le aaoon

Itni pooja keroon ke mein ik din
Apni zaat mein teri zaat le aaoon

Hoi mudat ke ghalib mar gaya per yaad ata hai
Wo her baat per kehna ke youn hota to kia hota

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I am but as the spark that gleams for a moment

"I am but as the spark that gleams for a moment,
His burning candle consumed me - the moth;
His wine overwhelmed my goblet,
The master of Rum transmuted my earth to gold
And set my ashes aflame."

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MYSTERIES OF SELFLESSNESS

MYSTERIES OF SELFLESSNESS
"Since love first made the breast an instrument
Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart
Was molten to a mirror, like a rose
I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang
This mirror in your sight
Gaze you therein."

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The secret divine my ecstasy has taught (from Baal-i-Jibreel)

The secret divine my ecstasy has taught
I may convey if I have Gabriel's breath.

What can these stars tell me of my fate?
They are lost themselves in the boundless firmament.

The total absorption of thought and vision is life,
Scattered thought is selfhood's total death.

Pleasures of selfhood are a blessing of God,
Who makes me lose my awareness of myself.

With a pure heart, a noble aim, a poignant soul.
I care not for Solomon's wealth or Plato's thought.

The Prophet's 'Mairaj' has taught me that heaven
Lies within the bounds of human reach.

This universe, perhaps, is yet incomplete,
For I hear repeated sounds of "Be, And It Was."

Thy mind is ruled by the magic of the West,
Thy cure lies in the Fire of Rumi's faith.

It is he who has given my eyes a blissful vision,
It is he who has blessed my soul with light.

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The flame that can set afire a dark

Selfhood can demolish the magic of this world;
But our belief in The One is not comprehended by all.

Have a seer's eye, and light will dawn on thee;
As a river and its waves cannot remain apart.

The light of God and knowledge are not in rivalry,
But so the pulpit believes, afraid of Hallaj's rope.

Contentment is the shield for the pure and the noble
A shield in slavery, and a shield in power.

In the East the soul looks in vain for light;
In the West the light is a faded cloud of dust.

The fakirs who could shatter the power and pelf of kings
No longer tread this earth, in climes far or near.

The spirit of this age is brimful with negations,
And drained to the fast drop is the power of faith.

Muted is Europe's lament on its crumbling pageant,
Muted by the delirious beats, the clangour of its music.

A sleepy ripple awaits, to swell into a wave
A wave that will swallow up monsters of the sea.


What is slavery but a loss of the sense of beauty?
What the free call beautiful, is beautiful indeed.

The present belongs to him who explores, in their depths,
The fathomless seas of time, to find the future's pearl.

The alchemist of the West has turned stone into glass
But my alchemy has transmuted glass into flint

Pharaohs of today have stalked me in vain;
But I fear not; I am blessed with Moses' wand.

The flame that can set afire a dark, sunless wood,
Will not be throttled by a straw afloat in the wind.

Love is self-awareness; love is self-knowledge;
Love cares not for the palaces and the power of kings.

I will not wonder if I reach even the moon and the stars,
For I have hitched my wagon to the star. of all stars.

First among the wise, last of the Prophets,
Who gave a speck of dust the brightness of the Mount.

He is the first and last in the eyes of love;
He is the Word of God. He is the Word of God.

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