May 10 · 239
Hamad May 10
There has to be some unforgivable sin that I have done,
That God has not let me go back to my homeland even once.

The mountains, the rivers, the clouds, the fresh air,
The beautiful valley, the green pastures are all still there .

Its true I have left my homeland but my homeland has never left me,
When will this curse break, when will I touch that soil again, I plea.

You contemplate about your Beloved too much ‘Hamad’,
Maybe you should put down the wine, the pen, pack your bags and leave everything behind.
Hamad May 5
If you want to please God, One has to first please his beloved,
Satisfying God is easy, it is the beloved that is hard to satisfy.

I can write about your beauty all night long,
I can convince the moon to write you a song.

I will open all doors and go into the multiverse,
Where I will make sure you never get hurt.

It is so easy to please God, all you have to do is pray,
If the Beloved is not satisfied one has to learn to dance into the astray

Saqi, you know it all, you have given me the knowledge that I seek.
Once I meet God it is your name of whom I will speak.

Beloved! give me a chance let me lie down in your arms and drink this poison,
One cannot fear death in this course of love and reason.

Once the Beloved state has been full filled, you will rejoice, God can never be unpleased,
If you get it right, there will be no more need to pray, your whirl will be enough to cease.
Inspired by NFAK qwaali je tu rab nu manana
Apr 27 · 204
Grand Canyon
Hamad Apr 27
Where ever I look all I can see is only you,
The night is dark but the feeling I have is true.

My longing for you lives in the depth of the Grand Canyon,
The only thing I have ever wanted was a true companion.

As I walk the desert roads I dream of love,
I look at the sky filled with stars above.

Saqi ! Where is my wine as I wander through this wasteland,
I reverie of the grace you offered me in your homeland.

I no longer can enjoy the pleasures of this world,
I look at nature and all I see is a dreamworld.

My Beloved has robbed me of everything, that is what you may think,
But with this curse I was able to find in the desert a Wine of Eternity to drink.
Written at the Grand Canyon
April 23rd 2018
Apr 8 · 371
Hamad Apr 8
There has to be some unforgivable sin that I have committed,
That God has not let me go back my homeland for so long.
Hamad Apr 6
Privileged were those, indeed
who thought of love as their business
or were in love with what they did.
I remained busy my whole life–
with some love, with some work.
Work came in the way of love
and love was often intertwined with work.
Then, finally, in antipathy, giving it all up,
I left them both, half done.
Faiz Ahmad Faiz
Apr 4 · 263
Hamad Apr 4
For a long life, asked for four days
Two passed in desire, two in yearning
Apr 4 · 247
Spring 'Bahar'
Hamad Apr 4
My heart does not like this godforsaken land,
Has anyone been able to have what one wants in this transient world

Tell these desires to go live somewhere else,
There is not enough room in this heart full of holes

Do not take out the thorns from the flower bed Gardner,
They have also grown up with these flowers in the spring

The nightingale has no complaints to the Gardner or his capture,
Imprisonment was written in his fate for the spring

How unfortunate is 'Zafar' for his burial
Couldn't even get two yards of his beloved land
Bahadur shah zafar
Apr 3 · 631
Hamad Apr 3
What is man’s life but love, love of self;
Man is dust, dust as his passion, dust as the beloved.
Mar 15 · 335
Hamad Mar 15
Eyes of the killer
Eyes of the beloved
Eyes of the assassin


Magical eyes of the killer
Magical eyes of the beloved
Magical eyes of the assassin


behind the mischievous eyes of the killer
behind the mischievous eyes of the beloved
behind the mischievous eyes of the assassin
Jan 2017 · 844
A girl ..
Hamad Jan 2017
A girl whose name is 'Love' , is lost .... is lost .... is lost.
Jan 2017 · 939
What do you think I am ?
Hamad Jan 2017
The stupidest man I ever met had a favorite saying.

It was :
'What do you think I am, stupid, or something?'
Jan 2017 · 889
Hamad Jan 2017
The glass is almost empty, but my thirst still remains,
I cannot see the rest of this wine relief the pain.

The rose is about to die, but its beauty still remains,
The thorns feel its wound and cry along with its pain.

The night is almost over, but its moments of truth remains,
When the frigid darkness leaves the dawn just burns more pain.

Saqi ! Another life is about to end, but the last sip still remains,
I ‘An Ocean of Wonders’ yet still drown in her eyes again and again.

The music is about to pause, but the last beat still remains,
When the dancer whorls in ascetic steps he forgets his pains.

The poem I have written is almost done, but my last words remain,
The quieter you become the more you can hear … listen to my pain!

BY: Khawaja Hamad
Oct 2016 · 1.1k
Afsana (Story/tale)
Hamad Oct 2016
Somethings are a reality while others are just .... an Afsana,
Our life, the world we see through our eyes ..... our Afsana.

The world full of gloom, tears, emotions all crushed, a reality,
The words that were never spoken, just .... an Afsana.

Saqi ! reality has sunk in hard with this cup of wine,
Promises, hopes and then the beauty of her eyes, just ... an Afsana.

Beloved don't get too lost in the reality you live in,
Life takes many turns, maybe one day I will be your ... Afsana.
Afsana : Means tale, story etc.
May 2016 · 922
Into your eyes ...
Hamad May 2016
Do you ever walk alone in the rain,
Do you ever think about all the pain.
All pain that we caused,
The two, broken un-mended hearts .....

Do you ever feel your eyes burn like a flame,
Do you ever  think that you are the one to blame.
When the smoke is real,
It's hard to live, makes you, want to kneel ....

Do you ever look at the skies and wish that you were set free,
Do you ever feel lost and find it hard to breathe.
This love is no game, its hard play,
But don't you worry it will find a way....

voyage into my dreams, drown in the river of disguise,
Fly into space, catch a star and bring back into your eyes.
BY: Khawaja Hamad
May 2016 · 4.8k
Hamad May 2016
From the city hidden behind a hundred mountains,
At the bank of Jhelum as I stand,
I write a poem for my dear homeland.

I dream of such moments that bring me back to such a time,
I dream of me at the top of a mountain, sitting next to a Sufi Shrine.

I yearn the rivers that run through the city, like the desire for freedom,
runs through our blood,
I yearn a gardened red fort for the night, rain such, making the earth become mud.

I remember you in every unfulfilled season I experience in exile,
In every journey I take, all distances I cover, every mile.

The wind is calling for me, Beloved don't close your eyes,
Just a few more moments, we will meet at Sangam at sunrise.
Sangam : Specifically referring to location where river Neelum and Jhelum meet. Otherwise two things meeting one another is known as sangam.
Red fort :  A fort located in kashmir, Muzaffarabad.
Jhelum: one of the many rivers that flow through kashmir.

Sufi mountain: reffering to peerchanasi a mountain top in muzaffarabad that beds the shrine of a sufi.

By: khawaja Hamad
May 2016 · 797
Hamad May 2016
For it is forbidden to take the name of one's beloved in a poem.
May 2016 · 802
Hide me in your eyes
Hamad May 2016
Hide me in your eyes,
Dont leave me in this cruel world.

Let me live in your dreams,
Don't Leave me restless in these dark nights.

Hide me in your eyes.
Don't leave me in this cruel world.
May 2016 · 812
I have heard ...
Hamad May 2016
I have heard people look at her with full sight,
Let's stay in her city for some days and see,

I have heard when she speaks flowers blossom,
If it is so lets us talk to her an see.

I have heard she feels close to those tormented,
So let us destroy our selves and see,

I have heard that butterflies tease her in the day time,
I have heard at night fireflies stop to see her,

I have heard that her delicate eyes are a patron of agony,
Let us too walk by her street and see,

I have heard she too has interests in poetry,
So let us too see the miracles of our talents play,

When she is still, things revolve around her,
When she walks, generations stop to look at her,

May these be stories or even if she is beyond ones limits,
If she is a dream let us make her reality and see.
Ahmad Faraz
Hamad Apr 2016
Let the flowers be filled with color,
Let the first soft breeze of the spring flow.

Do come over,
So the garden can get on with it's daily business.

Let the flowers be filled with color,
Let the first soft breeze of the spring flow.

Gloom reigns in the cage,
My friends do say something to the breeze,
Somewhere, For God's sake,
There must be discussion about the beloved today.

Do come over,
So the garden can get on with it's daily business.

Let the flowers be filled with color,
Let the first soft breeze of the spring flow.
Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Feb 2016 · 4.5k
Like a candle
Hamad Feb 2016
Like a candle, she lived with a force smile,
She laughed sweetly and wept bitterly.
She was burning through he fire of separation,
Either smoke nor light could be seen in her.
Outwardly she lamented like the wind,
inwardly she consumed her heart like the earth.
Feb 2016 · 528
A hundred Tears
Hamad Feb 2016
A hundred tears these two eyes cry,
These eyes murdered by slumber.
Theses eyes can't sleep again.

My heart a traveler, doesn't listen to me,
It turns back and looks at old roads.
My heat is so stubborn.

It is seeing dreams made of glass,
And they are bound to break someday,
In this world, the things that get broken in love,
Can’t be joined by anyone, the heart doesn’t know this.

The one who went away doesn’t know that,
Since her departure, my soul also went away,
While passing, I see her now and then,
Her colour hasn’t faded away yet,
The words of my departed beloved is still on my lips.

A hundred tears these two eyes cry,
These eyes murdered by slumber.
Theses eyes can't sleep again.
Random translation of - Sau Aasoon
Feb 2016 · 758
Who are you ?
Hamad Feb 2016
Saqi! who are you ?
Are you my Beloved, are you my God?
Or are you the one who knows it all.

God! who are you?
Are you my Saqi, are you my Beloved?
Or are you the one who gives unlimited.

Oh! Beloved ... who are you?
Are you my God, are you my Saqi?
Or are you the one who imprisoned me.
BY: Hamad Khawaja
By: khawaja Hamad
Feb 2016 · 717
Hamad Feb 2016
She lives in her eyes,
In an ocean of tears.
She dreams with a quiver,
In endless fear.
Life drowns in her beautiful eyes,
she sails away like a butterfly.
Saqi! Silently, Give me a cup of wine,
Save me from what God created so divine.
Her eyes open, its when love takes a turn,
this soul is sold, this Heart is burnt.
Khawaja Hamad
Dec 2015 · 538
I wonder
Hamad Dec 2015
I wonder…..

I wonder if my whispered songs reach his ears, giving such an overwhelming emotion that it would drown him in tears.

I wonder if he sees me in the stars and in the moonlight shining and glittering upon his skin,

I wonder if my smile ever greeted his face like the rising sunrise kissing the morning skies.

I wonder if he tastes me in the clouds of smoke, threatening to burn and purify his lungs of love long lost.

I know this for certain…..

I will write to my beloved in my entire existence, from my breath, the way I leave my favorite books scattered, And, how I hate suffocating among crowds of people, yet continuing to search for years just to see a glimpse of true loves face.

My apologies will be given in sincerest form, a kiss, the washing of your favorite shirt stained with my mistakes,

And time will show you that no other would go to the ends of the earth to rectify the wrongs.

Love can heal, words can mend, and I’ll remove the cup of sorrows from your worn hand,

Then, my eyes will entice you to believe in the innocence of youth again.

I found your poems and read each one aloud, knowing from the first touch of my fingers against the inked page,

That I would forever be yours, a captive to your scarred heart.
BY: Summer Alyse
Dec 2015 · 869
Hamad Dec 2015
Beloved, I write, but,
I cannot write to you alone tonight,
There are other countless pains in this world to fight.

The children of heaven float by the sea shores of the realm,
Waiting for someone to open a door, as they leave the boats without a helm.

I have seen the penniless swallow their hunger every night,
And walkedby by the plentiful who enjoy there lavish lives.

Men in masks and uniforms oppress the masses in every form,
Everyday a relentless fight, justice comes down with the rush of a storm,

As I cut through the desire to talk of your beauty tonight,
As if I have committed a sin with every word I write.

Though, I cannot refuse these realities tonight,
Pondering in the pain of love alone cannot be right.

Saqi! What is this dilemma? What wine will you offer tonight?
Atleast remember this, that now I have much more wounds to sink inside.
BY: Khawaja Hamad
Jul 2015 · 1.1k
Hamad Jul 2015
Saqi ! What are you doing ? Don’t stop, keep pouring more wine,
Don’t worry , this night , this world and this grace is all mine.

Saqi ! It is in your cup and tavern that the medicine for all my diseases exist ,
You are wrong to think your wine is what gets me intoxicated.

Saqi! Listen, her leer is what makes me dance every night,
It is her eyes in which I drown in at every sight.

Saqi! Don’t judge me, I have have never been out of control,
It is not within me I tell you, it is to whom this heart has been sold.

Aye Saqi! What are you doing ? Stop, ‘It is almost time to Pray’,
Stop for Heaven’s Sake and Say God’s Name.

BY: Khawaja Hamad
BY: Khawaja  Hamad
Jul 2015 · 1.0k
Hamad Jul 2015
How far away this night breeze has come, to give me her respects,
A breeze that has kissed my beloved's lips and touched her footsteps.

How stars have re-aligned to remind of me those nights again,
The stars that watch over my beloved and pray for me in vain.

Saqi ! How can you try to convince me, to let go of something so divine,
May it be your cup of wine, Or the beloved I have loved so blind.

Form rivers to oceans, to mountains alike, all this evidence is insight,
God is one, and my Beloved has also for me been the chosen one.
BY: Khawaja Hamad
May 2015 · 1.4k
Hamad May 2015
God is not a utility,
He is an Ecstasy.
May 2015 · 1.2k
Hamad May 2015
A tear in my eye is wandering about, asking my eye-lashes,
Where is the Beloved's house?
May 2015 · 2.9k
Hamad May 2015
Neither does my Journey have a beginning, Nor does my journey have an end,
My journey is for my beloved, not any other besides this one will I transcend.

Do not question me at every turn, do not show me the desire to change my path clear,
My journey is full of hardships, don't walk with me, thorns will wound you I fear.

I am not a traveler, I am a wanderer, I am the king of all nomads,
I do not desire anything , do not give me the blessing to ask.

Saqi! it is your tavern that keeps me going on this journey of love,
intoxicated, I am Drinking your wine and taking to the God above.

It is this extreme love for my beloved, I enjoy my state of selflessness,
If it is possible forget me, forgive me, and forever let me be.
By: Khawaja Hamad
Mar 2015 · 4.1k
Happy Virus
Hamad Mar 2015
I caught the happy virus last night

When I was out singing beneath the stars.

It is remarkably contagious -

So kiss me.
Jan 2015 · 1.0k
Hamad Jan 2015
Your love to me is more than it may seem,
Your love to me is more like a divine dream.

A marvel, an ambition and a trance to me,
This dream is a delight, a vision and beauty to me.

You are the desert rose in the sand I dwell,
You are the magic that has upon me cast a spell .....

Saqi! write the remaining poem for me tonight, let me give you my pen,
Just hand over the tavern to me , it will take a little time my friend.

Beloved I have given the task to someone,a poem in your name to ink,
A person of great prestige, he is but the cup-bearer of the tears I drink.
BY: Khawaja Hamad
Dec 2014 · 1.2k
Hamad Dec 2014
I don't have time to visit a tavern these days,
Oh! Beloved may God Just keep your eyes blessed today,
Don't mind, but, I need not  your wine for intoxication to stay.
Dec 2014 · 83.1k
Two eyes
Hamad Dec 2014
I gazed at her so much,
As much as one could be gazed at.
But still, with two eyes,
How much can one gaze after all ?
Dec 2014 · 1.4k
Hamad Dec 2014
God lives in a broken heart.
Nov 2014 · 877
They'd Love to See Me Dead
Hamad Nov 2014
They'd love to see me dead so they can say : he was one of us , he belonged to us.
For twenty years I've heard those very steps banging on the night's wall.
They came but did not open the door.
They have entered now.Then three of them went out:a poet,a killer and a reader. "Will you have a drink of wine?"I asked."We'll have a drink",they said."When will you shoot me?"I asked.They answered:"Take your time."They prepared the glasses and went on singing for the people.I said:"When will you start killing me?"They said:"We have started.Why did you send shoes to the soul?""So it can walk on the land.",I said.They said :"Why did you write a white poem when the land is jet black?"I answered :"Because thirty seas flow into my heart."They said:"Why do you like French wine?"I said:"Because I deserve the loveliest woman."
"How would you like your death?""Blue like the stars pouring through the roof.Would you like some more wine?"They said:"We'll have some."I said:"I will ask you to do it slowly,to kill me slowly slowly so I can write the last poem for the wife of my heart."But they laughed and stole from the house only the words which I was going to say to the wife of my heart.....
BY:  Mahmud Darwish
Oct 2014 · 1.1k
Someday I will move on ....
Hamad Oct 2014
Someday I will move on,
Someday she will be gone,
I will meet someone else to share devotion with,
Maybe after all 'one love' is just another myth.

But when this happens,
It doesn't go to far .....

It only takes one look into my eyes
for her to say,

"Seems you already have someone living inside,
I can see her clearly in your eye's "

Saqi !these moments of hardships are almost impossible to bear,
Tonight give me the wine of all wine's, or tear my eyes out I dare

Oh! God how will I ever achieve you in this life of mine?
For I have failed to even attain an individual of my own kind.
BY: Khawaja Hamad
Oct 2014 · 1.4k
I wonder ...
Hamad Oct 2014
I wonder if my poems were ever read by my beloved ,
I wonder if these winds ever gave my kisses to her lips,
I wonder if the rain drops ever gave her the touch of my tears,
I wonder if my love ever traveled to her all these years,

But one thing is for sure, when she reads my poems she will know it was meant for her,
If she ever receives feelings of a presence or touch it was from me to her.

Saqi !  She will one day endure this love grown so strong,
She will collapse and realize all that she has done wrong.

God has a time for everything and a way for it all to come together,
I am the one writing poems and verses one day it will be her turn.
BY: Khawaja Hamad
Hamad Oct 2014
That which then was ours, my love,
don’t ask me for that love again.
The world then was gold, burnished with light –
and only because of you. That’s what I had believed.
How could one weep for sorrows other than yours?
How could one have any sorrow but the one you gave?
So what were these protests, these rumours of injustice?
A glimpse of your face was evidence of springtime.
The sky, whenever I looked, was nothing but your eyes.
If you’d fall into my arms, Fate would be helpless.

All this I’d thought, all this I’d believed.
But there were other sorrows, comforts other than love.
The rich had cast their spell on history:
dark centuries had been embroidered on brocades and silks.
Bitter threads began to unravel before me
as I went into alleys and in open markets
saw bodies plastered with ash, bathed in blood.
I saw them sold and bought, again and again.
This too deserves attention. I can’t help but look back
when I return from those alleys – what should one do?
And you are still so ravishing – what should I do?
There are other sorrows in this world,
comforts other than love.
Don’t ask me, my love, for that love again.
Originally translated from Urdu, written by Faiz Ahmed Faiz.
(Translated from Urdu by Agha Shahid Ali)
One  of my favorite poems, I will be doing a Historical critical analysis for this poem soon.
Sep 2014 · 943
I walk With the moon ....
Hamad Sep 2014
I walk with the moon and I talk to the stars,
I fly with fireflies and live with my scars.

I mend broken flowers for living and I listen to the night breeze,
I sing to the sea and with my sorrows come to appease.

It seems as if I have lived in this darkness for so long,
I have forgotten how to translate right from wrong.

Saqi ! tonight measure this ocean with your wine,
Separate my tears from the salt and draw a line.

Oh Beloved ! Open your eyes again as I search for a lost soul,
This may be to you Just another dark night, but to me it is a black hole.
By: Khawaja Hamad
Sep 2014 · 1.1k
I wish
Hamad Sep 2014
I wish I could write about Humanity and peace,
I wish I had the gift to speak for the people in need.

I wish I could cry for the mothers whose children were killed,
Or the  father who couldn't afford medicine for a daughter who was ill.

I wish I could rise against tyranny with my words,
And bravely talk about the truths that have gone unheard.

I wish I could ink about people who die for an actual cause,
And express the pains of this Human race at large.

Saqi, I wish I wasn't the poet who came to your tavern and thought of love,
I wish I was the soul who dedicated words to the people who deserved them well.

Oh Beloved ! but dont dare think my intentions are to disgrace you ever, God forbid !
Even after such bitter words in every poem I try to write, in the end you somehow always win.
By: Khawaja Hamad
Sep 2014 · 1.1k
People say
Hamad Sep 2014
People say that,
with her lips roses blossom
with her eyes the waves dance

with her black tresses night falls
with her smile innocent hearts are lost

People say that,
with her breath the wind blows
its her steps that the earth knows

I agree that,
She is pure, she is gold
She is to whom my heart was sold.
By: Khawaja Hamad
Aug 2014 · 1.3k
I am ...
Hamad Aug 2014
I am a shattered firefly , I am a misspelled word, I am a poet insane,
Who will tell me my script? I am a writer in Pain.

I am a misplaced dream, I am an irretrievable tear, I am the ecstasy betrayed,
Who will guide me to shore? I am a sailor astray.

I am an unheard voice, I am a forgotten song, I am the dance ignored,
Who will listen to me ? I am a drinker absorbed.

I am a broken heart, I am a lost traveler, I am a searching soul,
Who will tell me my way? I am a lover in despair.
By: Khawaja Hamad
Aug 2014 · 1.1k
Hamad Aug 2014
I am a broken heart, I am a lost traveler, I am a searching soul,

Who will tell me my way? I am a lover in despair.
Jul 2014 · 1.1k
Hamad Jul 2014
Sweep with your soul before the beloveds door,
Only then will you become her lover.
Jul 2014 · 869
Hamad Jul 2014
There are as many paths to God
as there are souls on Earth.
Jun 2014 · 12.6k
Hamad Jun 2014
Blood must not merely follow routine, must not
just flow as the veins' uninterrupted
river. Sometimes it must flood the eyes,
surprise them by being clear as water.
Jun 2014 · 959
Hamad Jun 2014
" The True subject of poetry is the loss of the beloved. "
Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Jun 2014 · 1.1k
Hamad Jun 2014
The glass is almost empty, but my thirst still remains,
I cannot see the rest of this wine relief the pain.

The rose is about to die, but its beauty still remains,
The thorns feel its wounds and cry along with its pain.

The night is almost over, but its moments of truth remains,
When the frigid darkness leaves the dawn just burns more pain.

Saqi ! Another life is about to end, but the last sip still remains,
I 'An Ocean of Wonders' yet still drown in her eyes again and again.

The music is about to pause, but the last beat still remains,
When the dancer whorls in ascetic steps he forgets his pains.

The poem I have written is almost done, but my last words remain,
The quieter you become the more you can hear ... listen to my pain!
BY: Khawaja Hamad
May 2014 · 1.8k
Hamad May 2014
I fell down on my head from the weight of my sins,
The world thought that I had bowed down into prayer.

But When I bowed down into my prayer this is what people then said,
This Wicked man has drunk so much that he is lying down Wasted.

By Bowing down prayers are not preformed,
One's heart has to be sunk for worship to be done.

This is why Ghalib broke his Tasbeeh (Prayer rope) ,
How can I count and take his name, he who gives me countless.
Verses from Dewaan -e- Ghalib, Translated by me.
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