"izzat" poems
Na amiro ki basti mein rhta hu
Na hi gareebo ke aashiyane mein
Middle class ka hua
Middle mein rhta hu
Na pahali pankti ki pehali seat pr baithta hu
Na hi aakhar mein khada rhta hu
Middle class ka hu
Middle mein rhta hu
Na croro ka kabaar hai
Na hi gulabi note hazar hai
Middle class ka hu
Meri jarurate saman hai
Na luxury car hai
Na nhi cycle apni bekar hai
Middle class ka hu
Auto,riksha, paddle chalna
Apne liye aam hai
Na meri girlfriends char hai
Na hi single rhna izzat ka swaal hai
Middle class ka hu
Apne yaar,dost shandaar hai
Na aasman chhuti imarto par likha apna naam hai
Na hi sadak kinare bitati apni shaam hai
Middle class ka hu
In dono ke beech
Kaat leta apni raat hu
Na videsh ghoomnta hu
Nahi sehar se bahar jaana muskil samjhta hu
Middle class ka hu
Apna desh pura ghoom lena bhi bahut samajhata hu
Na sir jhukane wale log hai
Na hi sir jhukane wale hum hai
Middle class ka hu
Sabko gale lagana hi
Apna dharam hai
Na hi ac mein kaam karta hu
Na hi dhoop mein pasina sukhata hu
Middle class ka hu
Pankhe ke niche apna kaam karta hu
Na suraksha karmi apne pass hai
Na hi sarir apna lachar hai
Middle class ka hu
Apni jaan ki raksha apne hath hai
Na chhapan pakwan banate apne maharaj hai
Na hi khaali pet sota apna pariwaar hai
Middle class ka hu
Meri maa ke haath mein hi sara sawaad hai
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 2:59 AM UTC
A swansong of the Indian Partition...
Kal humaare ghar ke diye bujhe rahenge,
Kal hum kuch rishton ke liye rote rahenge...
Tomorrow the lamps of our home will remain put out,
Tomorrow we shall keep crying for some relations...
Rishte un bantwaara hue kheton se,
Rishte un bhatakte hue jawaanon se...
Relations with those partitioned farmlands,
Relations with those misguided young men...
Rishte us chamakti Multani mitti se,
**Rishte us damakti Pakhtunkhwi **** se...**
Relations with the glistening soil of Multan,
Relations with the bright snow of Pakhtunkhwa...
Rishte Ganga ke us Bangali muhaane se,
Rishte Sindhu dariya aur samudr ke us mel se...
Relations with the Ganga's Bengali estuary,
Relations with the confluence of Indus and the Sea...
Rishte us Balouchi kapaas se,
Rishte udhde un kapdon se...
Relations with that Balouchi cotton,
Relations with those clothes torn away...
Rishte luti us izzat se,
Rishte mari us bahu se...
Relations with the disrobed honour,
Relations with the slain bride...
Rishte jo sajaaye the mandap mein,
Rishte jo likhaaye the jannat mein...
Relations decorated inside the temple,
Relations written in the paradise...
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Aug 14, 2019
Aug 14, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
Log Kehte hai jo pyar karta hai...
Wo hi gussa karte hai....
To kya gussa aur beizzat Karne Me...
Wo farak nahi janta hai....
Kisi ke liy pyar Me gussa karna jayas hai....
Par...par...
Kya ush pyar ke naam par ushe jalil karna ulta kehna Abuse karna bhi pyar me jayas hai...
Janab Agar ishe pyar kahte hai to dur hi raho aise pyar se...
Jo khusiyo ke jagah udaasi de...
Khusi ke jagah gum De...
Izzat ke bajae beizzat kare...
Aur last me galti accept krne ke bajae ush glti ko aisa naam de...
Pyar me dono partner ko imp. Dena jaruri hai...
Ek jhuke to ye nahi ki app hmesa ushpe ungli uthao ushe jhukao...
Jb tk wo jhuk rahi thik hai jis din wo ye sochne lagi ki hmesa wo kyu...
To kuch bhi kar loge wo laut ke nahi aaegi....
Waqt se pehle kadar Karna sikh lo..
Aksar hame jiski kadar nahi hoti wo kadar tumhe waqt dilata hai...
Aur tb tak bahut der ** jati hai...
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 4:08 AM UTC
Aaj achanak hi kyu azadi k din hume apne mulk ki itni yaad aayi
Jb kurbaan hue jawan sarhad pe,tb kyu nhi aankho me nami aayi
Zara dil se b izzat kr lo mere yaaro, kyuki ye zameen h hum sabki
Kuch nahi le jao ge sath apne, milni h ess me hi raakh hum sabki
Koi loot raha h gareeb ki jaeb, koi kr raha h bezuba awaam se faraeb
Umeed h kashmir me aman hoga,toh aur b meethe hoge waha k saeb
Jo saha h dard in kisaano ne, umeed h unka ye dard tumhe b mehsoos **
Daer raat in anderi galliyo se guzrti har beti har maa ki raah mehfooz **
Mazboot kr lo apne rishto ko,inpe h nigah kbhi mazhab ki kbhi siyasat ki
Na rang se pehchan ** na hi adoore ang se,ek si taraki ** har ek riyasat ki
Rishwat gareebi khudgarzi aur na jaane kitne h es mulk ko lge marz
Kbhi fursat hui toh janne ki koshish krna kitne h es maa k tumpe karz
Har bache ko ilm ** es janoon ka,taki ye kamyaabi k kadam ruk na paye
Bss ik ehsaan krna khud pe,ki teri kisi harqat se kehi iska ser juk na jaye
Dhua bss yehi h ki aane wali koi b nasal kabhi na ruksat ** es fitoor se
Chand taaro pe chle b gye agr phir b krte rehna sada salam waha door se
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 11:57 PM UTC
Me dil ka bnda hu janaab dimaag se sochna nhi aaya...
Baato ko kese bna k bolu, yr mjhe bolna nhi aaya...
Janta hu hota h kuch logo k chehre pe naqaab, pr kya Karu...
Fayda utha lete h wo mera, kyoki mjhe naqaab utarna nhi aaya...
Fareb ka choga pehan k, dilo Ko jeetna nhi aaya...
Lagta h bewkoof hu jyada, duniya ki reet samjh hi nhi paya...
"Yaha ki yhi reet h yhi riwaj h...
Har ek acha h, har ek k chehre pe naqaab h...
Masumiyat, asliyat, Mohabbat, izzat, sb kho Gaya h show-off k daldalo me...
Yaha pe to yaro Jese sb raeesh h or sb nawaab h..."
Agr esi h duniya ki reet, to me Anjaan hi Shi hu...
Kyoki esa show-off to mjhe karna hi nhi aaya...
Me Dil ka bnda hu janaab, dimaag se sochna hi nhi aaya...
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC
Pehli baar jab tujhe dekha
To hairaan hi reh gaya
Ki khuda ne kuchh itna khubsurat bhi banaya tha ,
Ha, main toh bas dekhta hi reh gaya .
Tab tak zindagi bas kat rahi thi
Kabhi zindagi ke baare mein socha na tha,
Par uss din ek ek pal ,ek ek lamha
Kai saalo sa lag raha tha.
Vo teri do pal ki muskurahat
Mere liye saari zindagi ban gayi thi
Tune jo apna munh fera toh meri saanse Ruk gayi thi .
Kehte hain , ki pyaar usse kiya jaata hai jiski tum izzat kar sako ,
Jisne apne aap ko saabit kiya ** ,
Jo tumhari barabri ka ** .
Main uss waqt pehle number pe hua karta tha ,
Meri izzat aur rutba hua karta tha .
Uss waqt mauka tha fir bhi keh na paaya ,
Aaj keh raha hoon kyunki fir pata nahi mauka mile ya na mile.
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 4:51 AM UTC
Sohni’s heart pines
for Mahinwal
for she loves
him beyond all things earthly
By day she paints flowers
on the pots her father makes
O Sohni’s heart is always filled with love
And by night
she swims across
with a *** to help her float
and she goes each night thus
to meet her forbidden love
O Mahinwal’s heart
that herder of cattle
his heart too is filled with love
and he has given up his name
and his land
for he is no longer Izzat Baig of Buhkara
but he is simple Mahinwal –
Sohni’s Mahinwal
O so full of love is he
day and night
for the beautiful Sohni
and how will this end?
O river that nurtures us – tell us…
O how will this forbidden love end? –
O fish and cattle and deer
and creatures of the river bank –
tell us, how this love will end…
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 4:22 AM UTC
Things get out
'at shouldn't
izzat a melting inkyness
rubbing its catness
on your
put together
put on
we know
what's melting
on the sofa
finger fast
nightless time
searches me
for day's devil
I have it here
with me now
I'll run right
over
Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 7:53 PM UTC