فدا جس پر ہو دل ناراض میرا


غزل

محبت، دل نشیں، خوش بو، وفا ہو
سراپا بس وہ تسلیم و رضا ہو

Muhabbat, dil-nasheeN, Khush-boo, wafaa ho

Saraapa bus wo tasleem-o-razaa ho

فدا جس پر ہو دل ناراض میرا
جدا وہ جان_من تیری ادا ہو

Fida jis par ho dil naaraaz mera

Juda wo jaan-e-man teri adaa ho

مرا احساس مدہوشی میں جھومے
ترا سایہ شرابی سا نشہ ہو

Mera ahsaas madhoshi main jhoomay

Tera saaya sharabi sa nashaa ho

کبھی تم روز کے جھَنْجھَٹ سے نکلو
کبھی تو موج، مستی اور مزا ہو

Kabhi tum roz ky jhan-jhat say niklo

Kabhi tu moj, masti aor mazaa ho

اگر اقرار کا دن یاد آئے
جدائی کا یہ سَنّاٹا نوا ہو

Agar iqraar ka din yaad aaye

Judaayi ka ye sannaata nawaa ho

تمھارے نام داد_خوش نوائی
ذرا اک بار پھر نغمہ سرا ہو

Tumharay naam daad-e-khush-nawaayi

Zara ik baar phir naghma-saraa ho

مری راتوں کی تاریکی بڑھی ہے
خدا، صبحوں میں کچھ بڑھ کر صبا ہو

Meri raatoN ki taareeki barhi hay

Khuda, subhoN main kuch barh kar sabaa ho

نہ جانے کتنے دفتر کھول بیٹھیں
شکایت عاشقی میں گر روا ہو

Na jaanay kitnay daftar khol baithaiN

Shikayat aashqi main gar rawaa ho

میں انساں کو تڑپتے کیسے دیکھوں
?یہ ڈر ہے، آہ گر میری رسا ہو

Main insaaN ko taRaptay kesay dekhoN

Ye dar hay, aah gar meri rasaa ho?

رفیع اللہ کب سے منتظر ہے
!اگر اُس نے زباں سے کچھ کہا ہو

Rafiiullah kab say muntazir hay

Agar us nay zubaaN say kuch kaha ho!

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About Rafiullah Mian

I am journalist by profession. Poet and a story writer.

Posted on March 26, 2012, in Ghazal and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. نہ جانے کتنے دفتر کھول بیٹھیں
    شکایت عاشقی میں گر روا ہو
    loved it.

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  2. iqbal khursheed

    کبھی تم روز کے جھَنْجھَٹ سے نکلو
    کبھی تو موج، مستی اور مزا ہو

    خوب!

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  3. i have only come to expect the best from Rafiullah Mian
    Lovely words as usual. a peom that touches the heart
    And I guess this needs to be presented at courthouse for a verdict.
    Some place which listen to your complaint and grant you your wishes 🙂

    and abt using ones name in the poem, is this a common occurance.
    I’ve read Ahmed Faraz’s poems and have seen his name appear at the end in many of them.

    and with this one you have writen yours within the verse.
    How does that work?

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    • hahaha, really, a courthouse beyond the borders of existence, I think!
      Then, what would be the verdict, actually? Oh, I am afraid of thinking farther…
      Grant me my wishes, so nice verdict, is a courthouse like this one which is so nice, exist on earth, who always grant people with their wishes … ???
      But, I think, if you will be a judge, then there will be more wishes to come to alive in the deadness of this heartless world.
      Yes, in Urdu Ghazal, it called Maqta, mean shearer, which does cut off the chain or series of verses. But, when there is poet’s pen name (PSEUDONYM / Takhallus), it called Maqta, otherwise this is like a common last couplet.

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  4. On my first visit here, I am taking delight in knowing what a “poetically soothing” space I have stepped into here. I haven’t ever been on a urdu poetry blog before. Your versus are beautiful and touching. You certainly shall find me in here more often.
    Regards.

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    • First of all Silentfingers, welcome on my Urdu blog 🙂
      Your reply says that you can read and understand Urdu. It’s amazing and delightful for me.
      Definitely your visits will give me pleasure.
      Thanks for liking Ghazal.

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  5. Blood-Ink-Diary

    Buhut khoob, Rafiullah Mian. This is one of my favourites of your lovely poems.
    The verses are beautifull woven, intricate in thoughts, yet, surrendering at the right moments.
    More I read your poetry, the more I esteem you. Such a gem!
    Likhtey raho, Mian. I, for one, am relishing your pen.
    Adaab

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    • It’s my pleasure Shaheen,
      Actually this is one of my light mood and simple Ghazals, to show a full affection. When you meet nice people you demonstrate more wholeheartedly. During these moments, as I think, deep sorrow give you a strange pleasure! Someone would want to bend down and open heart like arms.. ah… but the reality is that that I have a gem on my blog who writes with blood ink.. you know.. who she is 🙂

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  6. مری راتوں کی تاریکی بڑھی ہے
    خدا، صبحوں میں کچھ بڑھ کر صبا ہو

    نہ جانے کتنے دفتر کھول بیٹھیں
    شکایت عاشقی میں گر روا ہو
    The first sher here speaks beautifully of the decline in one’s lot, but has resorted to ask for help from Al mighty for a cool breez come next morning. Wah wah.
    The other one is great depiction of the love and the constraints of love. wah wah.
    The ghazal is very good in all. likhte rahye.

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