Musalmaan aur Quraan

This poem is about how a Muslim transforms by pondering over Quran!

Musalmaan aur Quraan

aieena dekh kur main pureshaan ho gaya

apnay wajood pur hi pushemaan ho gaya

is qaaro baar e deen* ne to burbaad kur dia

eemaan ko tola to main be-eemaan ho gaya

dhoonda jugha jugha, magr na khola apna dil

aur jhaanka, to teri deed ka samaan ho gaya

ous zaat se mansoob kia naffa o nuksaan

kub jaanay woh qahaar, mehrbaan ho gaya

pehlay Quran tha bus ik mo'jaza faqat

nikla jahaad pay to phir 'Furqaan' ho gaya

chup saadhay jo baitha raha tha manind e durwaish

bola , to wahi aandhi o toofaan ho gaya

bola koi main mo'jaza hoon , 'aajiz' karoo ga main

jab aqal se milla to khud hairaan ho gaya

apnay qadam chulna hoa dushwaar kis qadar

kaandhay se ous kay rusta kuch aasaan ho gaya

husrat bana rahaa jo baras ha basad e shoq

nikla jo meray dil se to aurmaan ho gaya

ehl e kitaab* aaj jisay kehtay hain 'shaheed' 

ik 'hurf' tha jo rah main qurbaan ho gaya

shaitaan mera dost , dereena ik rafeeq

ub k mila to jaan kur un-jaan ho gaya

Duniya ka Ilm jaana . jaana na apna deen*

Ab samjha kaisay zehn yeh veeran ho gaya

Paya zaroor jis ne bhi maanga khuda se SUCH

Yun hi to nahi Budha ko Nirvaan ho gaya

Jis ne kia gharoor o takubbar, zun o gumaan

Ilm o aqal k ba wajood ,nadaan ho gaya

tafreeq k janoon ne mujhay muskrik bana dia

thaami jo HUB LULAHH, MUSALMAAN ho gaya

taira to teray ishq main 'kia kia' nahi bana

'dooba' jo aik baar main INSAAN ho gaya

Allah ka Ehsaan tha ya husn e amal o khoo

'Saadiq' 'Ameen', "Khulq u hul Qur-aan "ho gaya
(Sall ul la hu alaihi wasallam)

SW

Dedicated to 'Deen e Islam'

(Ehl e kitaab ...Kitaab walay yani *Quran waalay muraad hain )


Check it on the Islamic Poetry Site here

A Poem For Pakistan

پاکستان اور عمران خان کے نام نظم

نيا پاکستان

دھيمی جس  کی لو ہے آج ، مدھم جس کی شان

آسمان پہ چمکے گا پھر، بن کے ايک نشان

ميرا پاکستان نيا ہو،تيرا پاکستان!

جاگے گی تقدير پھر اسکی، نکھرے گی تصوير پھراسکی

جب تک ايک دعا ہے اپنی، جب تک ايک ايمان

ميرا پاکستان نيا ہو،تيرا پاکستان

اپنی حالت خود سنواريں، مدد کو اس کا نام پکاريں

جو ہے مالک،جوہے وارث،جو رحيم، رحمان

ميرا پاکستان نيا ہو،تيرا پاکستان

عقل و علم کا دور پھر آۓ،خلق وہنر کا زور پھر چھاۓ

قائد کے نکات ہوں جس ميں، اقبالی ديوان
ميرا پاکستان نيا ہو،تيرا پاکستان

جمھورری ہوں طاقت والے، بادشاہوں کے منہ ہوں کالے

قول نبی نافذ ہوجاۓ،اللہ کا فرمان!

ميرا پاکستان نيا ہو، تيرا پاکستان!

خوشحالی پھر نيند سے جاگے،چورلنگوٹی چھوڑ کے بھاگے

ڈاکو کو قانون کا ڈر ہو،پورا ہو ميزان

ميرا پاکستان نيا ہو، تيرا پاکستان

سستی ہو جاۓ پھر روٹی، کھری ھو اپنی قسمت کھوٹی

مشکل ہوں ضمير کے سودے، مہنگا ہو ايمان

ميرا پاکستان نيا ہو،تيرا پاکستان

پرچم پاکستان بلند ہو،تاروں پرپھراپنی کمند ہو

 جھکاہوا ظالم کا سر ہو،اونچاہوانسان

ميرا پاکستان نيا ہو،تيرا پاکستان

جس نے جتایا اپنے وطن کو،وہی سجاۓ اپنے چمن کو

آؤ اٹھا ليں جھنڈا اس کا ، جس کا نام عمران

ميرا پاکستان نيا ہو،تيرا پاکستان

ميرا پاکستان نيا ہو،تيرا پاکستان

 تيرا پاکستان نيا ہو،ميرا پاکستان

انشاءاللہ !

سعديه وسيم

Dheemi jis ki lo hai aaj, mudhum jis ki shaan
Aasmaan pe chumke ga phir bun k ik nishaan

Mera Pakistan naya ho, tera Pakistan!

Jaage gi Tuqdeer phir is ki, nikhray gi tasveer phir jiski
Jab tuk aik dua hai apni, jab tuk aik eemaan

Mera Pakistan naya ho, tera Pakistan!

Apni haalat khud sunwaarain, mudad ko ous ka naam pukaarain
Jo hai Maalik, Jo hai Waaris, Jo Raheem, Rahmaan

Mera Pakistan naya ho, tera Pakistan!

Aql o ilam ka dor phir aaiy. Khulq o hunr ka zor bhi laaiy
Qaid k nukkaat hon jis mein, Iqbaali Deevaan

Mera Pakistan naya ho, tera Pakistan!

Jis ne jitaaya apne Watan ko, Wahi sajaaiy apne Chaman ko
Aao utha lain jhunda ous ka, jiska naam IMRAN

Mera Pakistan naya ho, tera Pakistan!
Apna Pakistan Naya ho, Apna Pakistan!


Ameen

SW

Dedicated to Pakistan and Imran Khan

Sumundar ki lehrain

Sumundar ki aati jaati lehrain

Saahil ki rait se baatain kurti hain

Puraani tehreerain mita , mitaa kur

Naiee kahaanian likh deti hain

Kabhi kinaaron pur pur’ay sung-raizay utha kur

Geh-ray paani-on mein dubo deti hain

To kabhi doobay guh’r ,chun chun kur

Saahilon pe bikhhair deti hain

Chup, udaas logon ke pairon ko choo kur

Unhain dilaasay deti hain

To kabhi hawaaon se keh kur

Oun ke sab aansoo chun laity hain

Sumundar ki aati jaati lehrain

Aatay jaatay waqt ki maanind

Un-kahaiy shubdon mein uks , paroti hain

Kabhi kabhi , apni hi baton pur husti hain…

Kabhi kabhi…ro deti hain….

Sumundar ki aati jaati lehrain…

Saahil se…

SW


(Transcription in my English Poetry Blog..)

Saaya

Tere qudmon ke nishaanon pe...
Holay holay chaltay hoay...
Raasta poochhtay...
Munzilain soojhtay...
Jeevan ki un-gint...
Pahailiaan boojhtay...
Ungali pakray...
ruktay chaltay...
khawbon ko behlaatay hoay...
Dil mein chhuptay, durtay hoay...
Undaishon ko sehlaatay hoay...
Dhool se uttay perhun se
Teri mitti ki mehek chuntay...
Teray dhulay aanchal ke..
pulloon se liptaiy aansoo ponchhtay
Baar baar!
Hazaaron baar!!!
Apnay hi daaman se liptay
Tera saaya khojti hoon
Apnay gumshuda naqoosh mein...
Tera chehra dhoonti hoon.....!

SW 


The Shadow

Stepping upon your foot-prints
Slowly, gradually…
Pondering upon the paths..
And wondering about the destinations…
Trying to figure out the countless riddles of life..
Pampering the dreams , holding the fingers..
Slowly toddling beside me..
Calming down all the apprehensions..
Muddling inside my heart..
Smelling the fragrance of your grave..
From my dusted dress..
Wiping the tears , off
The corners of your freshly washed scarf…
Time after time!
And thousand times after!!
I embrace my own shadow …
seeking yours…!
And in the dwindling features
Of my face…
searching yours…!!


SW


To me everyday is a Mother's Day!

Khushi

Khushi

Aasha ka sandesa bun kur sawan rut phir chaaiee
us aangan mein, us aangan ki chulne lagi purwaaiee
Honton ke pholoon pe thehri phir titlee jaisee hunsee
Us ke saanson ki khusboo jab, uskay daman tuk aaiee

Happiness

A sign of rainy weather proclaimed the signs of hope
When the light breeze of his courtyard reached hers
The butterfly of smiles landed on the flowers of lips
When the fragrance of his breath reached her heart

SW

Aasha Aur Niraasha

Saagar se bhi gehri soch thi jis ne usay duboya
Doob ke dil be-chaara jis mein hunsa nahi ,na roya

Ghor undhairaiy mein chundaa ki kirnain jaise akaili
Boojh na paaye koi isaiy jo jeevan aisee pahaili

Dukh sukh ke aangan main kabhi na paid na koi saaya
Phir bhee jeevan ka sapna jaisay budhati ghut-ti maya

Door gugan ke taaron main ho phaili hoi ik raikha
Apne haathon main kia hia woh kaisay kissi ne dekha

Kabhi sooraj to dhurti ki kokh se huryaali ko ugaiay
Kabhi  tapassia-on ki dhoop se bhavna-on ko jalaiy

Baarish phoolon ke chehray se aanso-on ko dhulaaiy
Kabhi jo burse rotay hoay dil ko kion aur rulaiy

Dhoondh na paiy kabhi sagar mein koi aik bhi moti
Kabhi jala de ik aansoo bhi aankh ki bujhti joti

Kuth putli ka aik tamaasha. pur dor nazar na aaiay
Paa kur khoay usay kubhi to kho kur jis ko paaiy

Phir mil jaiy kho kur jaisay saath kabhi na chootay
Kuchh rishton ka toot ke bhi to bundhan kabhi na tootay

Jeevan dagar pe chulti rukti aasha aur niraasha
Chup rehne ki, dukh sehme ki apni alag hai bhaasha


SW


Hope and Hopelessness

Those thoughts were ocean-deep which drowned the heart.
And the drowned heart then could never laugh nor cry…


Just like the lonesome moonlight spread in the pitch dark
No one can understand the riddle of life as such…


In the courtyard of sorrow and happiness. There’s no tree nor any shade
Still Life’s dream is like expanding and shortening of shadowy illusions…


The destiny is assumed to be scattered amongst the stars of the sky
While no one knows what’s written in the lines of the hands….


Sometimes the Sun grows the greenery from the wombs of the earth
Sometimes with the scorching heat of  worship burns the innocent wishes of hearts…


Sometimes the rain washes away the blemishes from the flower’s face
Sometimes it makes a sad heart feel sadder and cry….


Sometimes it’s hard to find a single pearl in the entire ocean
Sometimes a single drop of tear enlightens the mourning eye….


This all is a puppet show and no one can see the strings…
It’s just like losing some one who’s found after being lost…


Still some relations are eternal and are never lost
There bond remains unbreakable ..even if it breaks temporarily


Hope and hopelessness, both travel at the avenue of life, stopping and going on..
Keeping  silence and endurance has it’s own charm of language and conveyance !!!

SW

Zindagi 2

Aainay main chhupay uks ki tarah
Haqeeqaton se door door busi
Roti husti, naachti gaati,ithlaati
Zindagi LAHV O LAAB jaisi hai

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai

Aakaash ki wus-aton main phailay hoay
Ubhartay, doobtay, hairat main purray
Kabhi mushkil to aasaan kabhi
Kisi sawaal ya jawaab jaisi hai


Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai

kabhi aankh to kabhi chehray pe
Kabhi zehen to kabhi dil pe
aqal se door khauhishon se bhurray
Utartay charhatay hijaab jaisi hai


Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai

Apna hi bojh khud uthaiy hoay
Nafi aur asbaat pe sur hilaati
Khud se aankh mila kur churaati
Kisi gunaah ya sawaab jaisi hai

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai...

Hur ghari iltaja, dua bun kar
Ibtalaaon se durti , sehemti
Ehsaanon tulay dubi dubi
Rehmaton ya azaab jaisi hai


Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai


Rishton, rishtadaarion se bundhi
Hirs ya rawadaari main juti
Ghut-tay burhatay saayon ki tarah
Mot tuk k hisaab jaisi hai

Zindagi ik saraab jaisi hai



SW



To Life




Just like the mirrored images..un-touched by the realities..crying, smiling, singing dancing, tempting..it’s like a fool’s paradise

Life is just like an illusion!

Just-likely widely spread questions and answers around the universe, sometimes hard sometimes easy…

Life is just like an illusion!

It’s like veiling, unveiling untimely , un factual wishes over the senses ….

Life is just like an illusion!

Burdened by its own weary self with sins and good deeds it’s in confusion to whether nod or say nay…

Life is just like an illusion!

Sometime like a plea..sometimes like a prayer..scared of troubles yet under divine obligations itself becomes a trouble or a blessing…

Life is just like an illusion!

Entwined in the relationships of greed or generosity..it’s like expanding and shrinking silhouettes till its accountability at the time of death…

Life is just like an illusion!