"illahi" poems
Ki badlne ko in ankho ke manjar kam nahi badle
Tumhari yaad ke mausham humare gum nahi badle,
Tum agle janm me humse milogi tab to maanogi,
Jamane aur sadi ki is badal me hum nahi badle...
Ki koi kab tak faqat soche ,koi kab tak faqat gaye
Illahi kya ye mumkin hai ki kuch aisa v ** jaye ,
Mera ahtaab uski raat ke aagosh me pighle
mai uski neend me jaagu wo mujhme ghul ke soo jaye..
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
KOI AUR HAI
Tere khaboon mai koi aur hai,aur tere sayee mai koi aur hai
Kaisay tu dekhay hasrat mere,tu haqeeqat mai koi aur hai
Yeh dil kab tak arizoo karta rahai ,ab koi sabab-e-furkat **
Kaisay tu pehchaanay mere ulfat,tu zahir mai koi ,aur batin mai koi aur hai
Itrey sabnum ki tarah jalah hai mera daman bhi
Mai manzil ki jistu ju kya karoon, ab rasta bhi nazar nhi
yadoon kay samandhar mai dhoob chukka ab toh
Mai haar chukka hoon zindagi aur ab toh moat bhi ati nhi
Bhulavou yeh gum kaisay ,dil ko kya dawaa doon bhar janay ki
Mai kyun nhi rub a ru khudsay ,mai kon hoon ya mujmai he koi aur hai
Faryaad bhi kya ** , naa ashinaa hai yahaan sabhi
Kis mode pay kya hogaye koi khabar nhi hummay
Mai toota huva taraa hoon mujmai ab wo timtimhath kahaan
Lagta Aasmaan bhaag rahaa hai aur zameen fisal rahe ** jaisay
muntazir-e-humraah ** kya,jo rahai thi wo rahai he badhal gaye
Mud kay ab dekhoon kya, akela rahai safar tha ya koi aur be hai
Mubarak ** tummay ab yeh jahaan dard baraa
Na mud kay kabhi dekhay **** issay dhoobara
Ab aur palkoon pay ashikay baar saha nhi jata
Laboon pay ab aur bahaana bardast nhi hota
Waqt guzra hai, kyun naa mera bhi saleeka badhal gaye Rumi
Ab aur ranjishay nhi,bhula do ghar koi ghilla aur bhi hai
written by: Aabid Rumi
suggested by:Tanzeelah Illahi
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 6:16 AM UTC
Tere bin yeah zindagi mazaak see lagti hai
Har dhuvay mai lipti apni he aag lagti hai
Tunay thama tha hath mera toh hum chalna jaan gaye
feesal rahia hai kadam kyun ki thokarey apni he lagti hai
Nigahain num naa huvi toh gilla rehta he hai
Har katrai-e-ansu phir bhi ek shikayat see lagti hai
Yeah kis mode pay hum akay rukay,na manzil hai aur naa rasta
Faryaad kissay ab karey ki har shey ajnabi see lagti hai.
ghum-e-samandar k kinarey pay tanhaa betha hai yeh dil
Pass aye toh aye kon ki dardkaney bhi ab sazaa see lagti hai
Bichard kay tumsay hum khoye kahaan naa maloom hai
Jistiju mai har bikhra nishaan apni he pehchaan lagti hai
Yeah kaisi inayat hai ki tummay mang kar yun ruswaye milli
kyun har dua ab yun khairaat see lagti hai
Yeah ishq kyun aisa hai ,naa tera hai aur naa mera
kab aye aur kab gaye ki choti see mulakat lagti hai
Ab aur nibaya nhi jata RUMI,yeah **** bina rooh kay
Mere waja say yeah duniya kyunki pereshaan see lagti hai
...Aabid Rumii
Tanzeelah Illahi
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 4:54 AM UTC
Aabid RUMI and Tanzeelah Illahi
DUET GHAZAL: DIL NAY MAANA
Dil nay maana ki karley eatibaar tumpay aay mohobat
Thoda kam he sahe karle pyaar tumsay aay mohobat
Dil nay maana ki karley eatibaar tumpay aay mohobat 2
Thoda kam he sahe karle pyaar tumsay aay mohobat
Hai nhi yakeen mujko lakeeroon pay
Mainay toh ,mohobat nigahoon say ki hai
Chahai kismat mai jo bhi likha **
Mainay toh mohobat sirf tumsay ki hai
Ab mainay bhi maana, hai ektiyaar tumpay aay mohobat
Jhoota he sahe par karle izhaar tumsay aay mohobat
Janay hum kahaan thay ,lo aaj kahaan chal rahai hai
Har mode pay naye humko humraah mil rahai hai
Hai nishaan kuch kay ,aur kuch kay he nhi
Jaanay yeh hawaa kis sang guzar rahai hai
Mudatoon say jo hai dharr pay aaj deedar ** aay mohobat
Dheer say he sahe meray rozay ka ** iftiyaar aay mohobat
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 6:19 AM UTC
Penyair itu melangkahi pengemis pincang yang lelap itu.
Kasurnya adalah trotoar dan mimpinya ntah apa.
Jangan bahas mimpi jadi jutawan dengan kemeja dasi rambut klimis.
Mimpi basah saja harus sembunyi sembunyi.
Kan takut toh masturbasi di pinggir kali ?
Soalnya guys,
coli itu pun harus pake tangan kanan
selain soal tekanannya yang konstan ..
KALAU TANGAN KIRI KIRI KIRI,
Disangka PKI !
Ini perihal dosa Illahi saudara saudari!
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Lalu pengemis itu Menatap angannya setinggi bintang di lantai 53 menara menara ibu kota.
Mengelus ngelus perut kurusnya.
Alhamdullilah, hari ini bisa santap sisa paha ayam dari restoran kebarat baratan itu.
Mungkin baginya, Tuhan menjelma dalam bentuk tempat sampah.
Menyediakan pangan sisa sisa umat kesayangan-Nya.
Dan dia, umat yang lupa ia punya.
Pagi datang.
Ia terus berjalan tanpa alas kaki.
Sekelibat melihat lamborgini, berkawal polisi.
Presiden mungkin ah?
Nomor satu, atau duah?
Dia tidak pernah berharap pada Tuhan.
Atau presiden.
Mungkin ia harus tetap berjalan saja.
Atau mungkin ia harus berharap pada ratu adil.
Entah kapan ia munculnya.
Apa ketika jari-jari kakinya lepas.
Hingga tidak bisa melangkah lagi.
Atau lelah menguasai tubuh.
Hingga enggan melangkah lagi.
Atau seluruh kakinya patah
Pun ia tidak peduli lagi?
Apa ratu adil sedang sibuk memasang konde besarnya
Takut takut tidak terlihat cantik saat hadir sebagai pahlawan kesiangan.
Atau ratu adil sedang sibuk
Memutuskan hukuman adil untuk penyair ini yang mempertanyakan kuasa Ilahi dia punya?
Atau mungkin ratu adil berhati dingin.
Seharusnya iya karena mana mungkin beliau yang welas asih membiarkan hambanya pontang panting,
malah sibuk mengurus penyair mengkritik program kerja-Nya tahun ini.
Yah ..
Memperhatikan pengemis itu terpincang-pincang lebih asyik daripada mengurus Tuhan.
Presiden. Atau ratu adil.
Apakah Mas Aristoteles meramalkan distopia pada nusantara?
May 14, 2019
May 14, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
jalan terbaik untuk menempuh sebuah kenyataan,
smoga anugrah illahi yang menentukan
dunia pasti berputar hnya menanti sebuah keajaiban
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 3:59 AM UTC
I chased life
I chased dreams
I chased hopes
I chased pleasures
I chased desires
Across clear streams
And through bright forests
I lived for the future
I lived in the past
In that I denied the present
I lived on what I will be tomorrow
I lived on what I was yesterday
In that I rejected who I am today
I lived on what I will have
I lived on what I had
In all I forgot to be grateful
For all that I am
It never served me
But fed my ego
Fed my mind
Fed my emotions
Fed my insecurities
Fed my fears
Fed the notion I was not enough
I have been driven by others
I have been driven by life
I have been driven by everything around me
Now I choose to be
Driven by Theïkós
Now I choose to be
Guided by Illahi
Now I choose to allow
The soul to speak
Now I choose to allow
The soul to lead
I no longer want what they have
I no longer want to become what they are
I no longer want to become what I am not
I am no longer attached to my past
I am no longer attached to my future
I am no longer attached to the known
As I seek to find myself in the unknown
Their parameters
Are no longer my measure of success
Their labels
Are no longer my self-identity
Their conditions
No longer form my reality
Their successes
No longer dictate my purpose
Now
Infinite possibilities
Infinite opportunities
Infinite blessings
Open
I accept myself
Thank you for being here!
By NwK
Oct 22, 2024
Oct 22, 2024 at 4:17 AM UTC