mai.n nazar se pii rahaa huu.N

mai.n nazar se pii rahaa huu.N, ye samaa badal na jaaye

na jhukaao tum nigaahe.n, kahii.n raat Dhal na jaaye

mere ashk bhii hai.n is me.n, ye sharaab ubal na jaaye
meraa jaam chhuunevaale, teraa haath jal na jaaye

abhii raat kuchh hai baaqii, na uThaa naqaab saaqii
teraa rind girate girate, kahii.n phir sambhal na jaaye

merii zindagii ke maalik mere dil pe haath rakhanaa
tere aane kii Khushii me.n meraa dam nikal na jaaye

mujhe phuu.Nkane se pahale meraa dil nikaal lenaa
ye kisii kii hai amaanat kahii.n saath jal na jaaye

kabhii aa.Nsuu kabhii Khushii bechii

kabhii aa.Nsuu kabhii Khushii bechii
ham Gariibo.n ne bekasii bechii

chand saa.Nse Khariidane ke liye
roz tho.Dii sii zindagii bechii

jab rulaane lage mujhe saaye
mai.n ne uqtaa ke raushanii bechii

ek ham the ke bik gaye Khud hii
varanaa duniyaa ne dostii bechii

Epilogue: Above lines have been composed by 'Anwar Mirzapuri', 'Abu Talib'.

TuuTe huye dilo.n kii duaa mere saath hai

TuuTe huye dilo.n kii duaa mere saath hai

duniyaa terii taraf hai Khudaa mere saath hai

aavaaz ghu.Ngharuuo.n kii nahii.n hai to kyaa huaa

saaGar ke TuuTane kii sadaa mere saath hai

tanhaa_ii kis ko kahate hai.n mujhako pataa nahii.n

kyaa jaane kis hasii.n kii duaa mere saath hai

paimaanaa saamane hai to kuchh Gam nahii.n "Nizam"

ab dard-e-dil kii ko_ii davaa mere saath hai

a.nga.Daa_ii bhii vo lene na paaye uThaa ke haath

a.nga.Daa_ii bhii vo lene na paaye uThaa ke haath

dekhaa mujhe to chho.D diye muskuraa ke haath

besaaKhtaa nigaahe.n jo aapas me.n mil ga_ii.n

kyaa muu.Nh pe us ne rakh liye aa.Nkhe.n churaa ke haath
[besaaKhtaa=suddenly]

vo zaanuo.n pe siinaa chhupaanaa simaT ke haay

aur phir sambhaalanaa vo dupaTTaa chhu.Daa ke haath
[zaanuo.n=thigh/lap]

denaa vo us kaa saaGar-e-may yaad hai "Nizam"

muu.Nh pher ko udhar ko idhar ko ba.Dhaa ke haath

Epilogue: Above lines have been written by 'Nizam Rampuri'. Courtesy www.urdupoetry.com

hazaaro.n Khvaahishe.n aisii ki har Khvaaish pe dam nikale

hazaaro.n Khvaahishe.n aisii ki har Khvaaish pe dam nikale bahut nikale mere armaa.N lekin phir bhii kam nikale
Dare kyuu.N meraa qaatil kyaa rahegaa usakii gardan par vo Khuu.N jo chashm-e-tar se umr bhar yuu.N dam-ba-dam nikale
[chashm=eye; tar=wet; dam_ba_dam=continously]
nikalanaa Khuld se aadam kaa sunate aaye hai.n lekin bahut be-aabaruu hokar tere kuuche se ham nikale
[Khuld=Paradise; be-aabaruu=disgrace; kuuchaa=street]
bharam khul jaaye zaalim tere qaamat kii daraazii kaa agar is turraa-e-purapech-o-Kham kaa pech-o-Kham nikale
[qaamat=stature; daraazii=length/delay; turra=ornamental tassel worn in the turban] [pech-o-Kham=curls in the hair]
magar likhavaaye koii usako Khat to hamase likhavaaye huii subah aur ghar se kaan par rakkhar qalam nikale
huii is daur me.n ma.nsuub mujhase baadaa-ashaamii phir aayaa vo zamaanaa jo jahaa.N se jaam-e-jam nikale
[ma.nsuub=association, baada_aashaamee=havign to do with drinks]
huii jinase tavaqqo Khastagii kii daad paane kii vo hamase bhii ziyaadaa Khastaa-e-teG-e-sitam nikale
[tavaqqo=expectation; Khastagii=injury, daad=justice] [Khasta=broken/sick/injured, teG=sword, sitam=cruelity ]
muhabbat me.n nahii.n hai farq jiine aur marane kaa usii ko dekh kar jiite hai.n jis kaafir pe dam nikale
zara kar jor siine par ki tiir-e-pursitam nikale jo vo nikle to dil nikale jo dil nikale to dam nikale
Khudaa ke vaaste pardaa na kaabe se uThaa zaalim Kahii.n aisaa na ho yaa.N bhii vahii kaafir sanam nikale
Kahaa.N maiKhaane ka daravaazaa 'Ghalib' aur kahaa.N vaaiz par itanaa jaanate hai.n kal vo jaataa thaa ke ham nikale
[vaaiz=preacher]

Epilogue: Above lines have been written by Ghalib [a.k.a Mirza Assadullah Khan].
Courtesy www.urdupoetry.com

rokataa hai Gam-e-izhaar se pindaar mujhe

rokataa hai Gam-e-izhaar se pindaar mujhe
mere ashko.n se chhupaa le mere ruKhsaar mujhe
[izhaar = expression (of); pindaar = pride]
[ruKhsaar = cheeks]

dekh ai dasht-e-junuu.N bhed na khulane paaye
Dhuu.NDhane aaye hai.n ghar ke dar-o-diivaar mujhe
[dasht-e-junuu.N = jungle of madness; bhed = secret]

sii diye ho.nTh usii shaKh kii majabuurii ne
jis kii qurbat ne kiyaa maharam-e-asraar mujhe
[qurbat = nearness; maharam-e-asraar = acquainted with secrets]

merii aa.Nkho.n kii taraf dekh rahe hai.n anjum
jaise pahachaan ga_ii ho shab-e-bedaar mujhe
[anjum = stars; shab-e-bedaar = wakeful night]

jins-e-viiraanii-e-saharaa merii dukaan me.n hai
kyaa khariidegaa tere shahar kaa baazaar mujhe
[jins-e-viiraanii-e-sharaa = loneliness of the wilderness]

jaras-e-gul ne ka_ii baar bulaayaa lekin
le ga_ii raah se zanjiir kii jhankaar mujhe
[jaras -e-gul = sound of flowers]

naavak-e-zulm uThaa dashnaa-e-andoh sambhaal
lutf ke Khanjar-e-benaam se mat maar mujhe
[naavak-e-zulm = arrow of tyranny; dashnaa-e-andoh = dagger of sorrow]

saarii duniyaa me.n ghanii raat kaa sannaaTaa thaa
sahan-e-zindaa.N me.n mile subah ke aasaar mujhe
[sannaaTaa = silence; sahan-e-zindaa.N = prison courtyard]
[aasaar = signs]

Epilogue: Above lines have been written by the famous urdu poet 'Mustafa Zaidi'.

Autopsy of Life

Its very hard to imagine that there would be one person who never once in his lifetime had got intrigued and tried, even mistily, to decipher this one riddle draped in a mystery labyrinthined in enigma, called LIFE. I, one who believes that each person abides by a separate religion of his own and in-reality alleges to only one unique god in himself, have also, inadvertently, conjured upon a philosophy of it.

“Life is very long and very short at the same time”

Now, does it sound like a pompously manufactured conundrum intended to impress its hapless listeners. No. Yes, may be by appearance, but its actually something which my conscience finds verily plausible.

Ladies & gentlemen of the jury, here is my attempt to de-mystify it. When ever I come across a disappointment like not getting the expected raise in the salary, having lost my wallet, and so forth; I naturally feel disillusioned and at times angry. But then I nudge myself a bit and ask a small, but stern, question to myself. 'Do you think you are going to feel this disenchantment even after 30 years from now?’ I allow my heart to respond honestly, 'No'. So it means that this grief is not worth enough for you to make itself be remembered for long. Ergo, why hurting yourself now for something so transient? But yes, there may be incidents like death of someone very close, or certain traumatic incidents which would always remain lurking in our consciousness with becoming only slightly infirm, or may be sinewy, with age. These incidents do deserve a deep perusal. At such times we should detach ourselves from our body, examine the incident in the truth of light and may be do some corrections in our path. This ism does not apply only to moments of despair but even to the moments of minor triumphs. Something as trifle as wearing a new dress, or getting a better raise in salary, or winning a small competition. In such moments we may get a false sense of joy or pride. Even these moments don’t deserve much of our thoughts as the righteous being in us would eventually erase it from our memory after a reasonable time. But again, there may be some moments in our life, like becoming a father, opening a new company, etcetera which might merit enough becoming a milestone in our biography. We certainly should feel elated and proud of such golden instants.

May be you would have somewhat agreed that yes, in this sense life does appear to be too long. But how come it’s too short concurrently. That how come these two hypothesis with negative infinity of covariance have a coefficient of correlation - ‘plus one’. It becomes too short, once you realise that I, even as I write, may very next moment breathe my last breath. That this bliss, or perdition, may end any second. That eternity is the only thing surely impossible. Moreover the fact which really dwarfs any span of living is the ceaseless desires that we possess. There are so many aspirations that we want to fulfil, so many thirsts that we want to quench. This makes life very small. There is so much to be done.

Consider this: One decides to become an engineer, then being an entrepreneur looks so enterprising, after that journalism looks so adventurous, and then a social activist looks so self-effacing, then being an actor looks so glamorous, now being a politician looks so powerful, and then being a writer looks so serene and then………. What? Don’t you know fullstop never comes after 'THEN'. There is no limit to our illimitable desires. Every time we pick up another handful of goals from the brobdingnagian sea of goals. And life appears so small to realise it all.

Both the aspects of LIFE are equally undeniable certainties. And it’s the art of mastering when to apply what that makes its a viable tactic. This helps in prioritising our priorities. That family always should come first to material goals. That being present on one's son’s birth is more important than cutting ribbon at a new function. Also, grasping this dualism actually helps us in attaining state of non-duality. Given a work at hand we need to be a bit impatient to proceed on it without any dilly-dallying or procrastination, and here applies the knowledge that Life is short and many unfinished tasks need to be completed. But when faced with a crisis, we need to slow a bit, and try to patiently manoeuvre it. Why? Simply, because life is too long and another opportunity is just a matter of some time.

Above all this lays one truism that we should never fail to forget. The ultimate verity is that we, all, are nothing but a bundle of emotions and emotion is just another form of energy. Each one of us is a sack [size may differ] filled of same number of emotions [proportion may differ] struggling to untie itself. And that is why we are all similar and one. The purpose of every stifled soul, in bodily form, is to free itself and vanish into space-less-ness, which is also known as death. And the truth, that we all would attain it. Infact every googolth of the zillionth second we are unconsciously doing nothing but courting its attention. Soul's single-minded pursuit of the ultimate goal is what makes DEATH, the only ultimate reality. A reality, much certain than God.


Epilogue: This is an amateur attempt of mine to understand life.