"saha" poems
Kanyadaan hua jab pura, Aaya samay vidayi ka
Hashi khushi sab kaam hua tha, Saari rashmm adaai ka
Beti ke uss kaatar swar ne , Baabul ko jhakjhor dia
Puch rahi thi papa tumne, Kya sach-much me chodd dia
Apne aangan ki phulwari, Mujhko sada kaha tumne
Mere rone ko pal bhar bhi, Bilkul nahi saha tumne
Kya iss aangan ke kone me, Mera kuch asthan nahi
Ab mere rone ka papa, Tumko bilkul dhyan nahi
Dekho antim baar dehri, Log mujhhe pujwaate hai
Aakar ke papa inko kyu, Aap nahi dhamkate hai
Nahi rokte chacha taau, Bhaiya se v aas nahi
Aisi bhi kya nishthurta hai, Koi aata paas nahi
Beti ki baato ko sun ke, Pita nahi rah saka khada
Umadd pade ankho se aanshu, Badahawas sa daud pada
Kaatar bichia si wah beti, Lipat pita se rotii thi
Jaise yaado ke akshar wah, Ashru bindu se dhoti thi
Maa ko laga god se koi, Maano sab kuch cheen chala
Phool sabhi ghar ki phoolwari se koi jyo been chala
Chota bhai bhi kone me, Baitha biatha subak raha
Usko kaun karega chup ab, Wah kone me dubak raha
Beti ke jaane par ghar ne, Jaane kya kya khoya hai
Kabhi naa rone wala baap bhi, Phoot-Phoot kar roya hai ............
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:07 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
Ek chand gumsum sa hai
Door desh rehta hai.
Jab b puch lo kyu udas hai
Koi baat nahi kehta hai
Kya kho gya hai uska jo door desh me dhoondta hai
Sans is zami me hai
To vha ku ghumta hai.
Muje fark yun padta hai
Ku Maine is chand ko haste hasate dekha hai.
Ladte jhagadte roothte manate dekha hai.
Us chand Ka taqiya b uski ankho ki nami mehsus karta hai.
Bhai jan to hai par aapi ammi ki kami mehsus karta hai.
Vo vha aasman ki talash me gya hai
Apne sapno k jahan ki talash me gya hai.
Ab use is shehar ki chamak b raas ni aati
Kabhi bethkar sochta hai k is shehar kash na aati.
Maa ki panv ki jameen ko jannat hai janta hai.
Jo samne se jhagdta tha phone pe ammi Ka Sab kha manta hai.
Us chand Ka dil b toota hai kisi se keh ni paya
Sab kuch saha Akele
Bas Roye bina reh na paya
Ab Dard kam hai Bas kasak baki hai
Khalish baqi hai jakhm pe thoda namak Baqi hai.
Or Hume intezar hai k vo chand Jane ab Kab hasega
Kab utha k tasveer zindagi ki usme rang bharega
Chudi bindi mehndi libaz Sab shaunk thode kam ** gye hai
Ye Sab dekh k hairan hum ** gye hai
** skta hai ye likha b use na pasand aye
** skta hai nazarandaz kare ya nazarband kar jaye
Hume yakin hai vo Khud k Masle hal kar legi
Sabr or dua dono mile h use aj ni to kal kar legi
Dhal jayega jald vo saya jo chand pe aj betha hai.
Ek chand gumsum sa hai
Door desh rehta hai.
Ek chand gumsum sa hai
Door desh rehta hai.
Oct 25, 2022
Oct 25, 2022 at 9:16 AM UTC
Zindagi may itnay gham saha hoon
Kay abtoh ashqon say dosti ** chuki hai
Ab inhay kuch kehna bhi nahi parta
Jabhi koi mauka hota hai
Yeh khud ba khud meray say mulaqaat karnay chalay aatay hai
(Urdu & Hindi)
English Translation
I've experienced and borne so much sadness in my life
That now tears have become my friends
Now i don't even need to tell them anything
Whenever there arises an opportunity
They just come out on their own and meet me
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 12:41 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
1.
Dard ko kaagaz *** utarna aata hota to hum bhi galib hotee, magar humara dard to sinee mai dafan hai !!
Hum Galib to nehi magar likhne ka junoon rekhte hain, kisi aur ke dard mai apna dard dhoond liya kerte hain.....
2.
Duaen jhoot ko sach banane ke liye mangi jatii hai !!! Sach ko jhoot banen ki koi fariyaad nehi hoti..
3.
Zakham sabke hote hain,magar khuredna koi nehi chata..
Yee hai maasukha jisee chodna koi nehi chaataa..
Agar zahkam mere tum dekho to zakham saha nehi jata..
4.
Aaj phir usne kaha plz understand ... Mai na jane kyon uskii naa mai haan samajh gya, phir dil ko bewafa samajh gya..
5.
Mai iss umeed mai dooba tuu bacha lega ... abb iske baad kya mera intehaan lega
6.
Aaj tune phir us mod *** sath choda, phir mekhane ke bahar haath choda ... hum is mod see is kadar wakif hai, kii lagta hai tune phir ghar laa choda....
7.
Dhunvee kii aadat sii hoo gyee hai nashe kii cahaat sii hoo gye hai...
Tuu na rehe to kya hua tere bina jeene kii aadat sii hoo gyee hai...
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
The receding horizon,
The fading light of day,
Azure taking a livid hue.
Pokhran's hot, scorching sand,
A lash on our moribund logic.
Death and Life, Life and Death-
Religion and Atheism, Nobel and Booker,
Make us proud and shiver,
Make us happy, rob us of gaiety,
Shoot all our fragile hopes to artistic acme.
Smash all our favourite dreams to smithereens.
The Ganga meanders amidst a maze of
Ripples, crest and trough-
With a dour askance,
With a nonsensical exterior,
At the dead of night,
The hoary-headed ***** rises,
To take stock of pelf,
He keeps in hiding,
Looka yonder, the man with a rice plate in his shack
Stirs out of his lumber, in a jiffy,
Dawns cracks, leaves rustle, breezes whistles,
The nightingale still chirps coo, coo, coo....
Breaking the calm of a nostalgic daybreak.
Love buffoonery, antics of sweet urchin,
Effrontery, betrayal, self-destructive urge,
Blinds love toting niggling details of despair
In it's womb.
A silver of modernism, none can deny,
Gleaning the core of every 'ism' in it's *****
Roads, alleys crisscross, end of tunnel seems dark.
At least, a hairpin bend,
Across the debris of a fresh landslide,
A ray of hope, a shaft of optimism,
A changed universe, a reclaimed Utopia.
Coming true!
-Subhanjan Saha
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 1:41 PM UTC
The receding horizon,
The fading light of day,
Azure taking a livid hue.
Pokhran's hot, scorching sand,
A lash on our moribund logic.
Death and Life, Life and Death-
Religion and Atheism, Nobel and Booker,
Make us proud and shiver,
Make us happy, rob us of gaiety,
Shoot all our fragile hopes to artistic acme.
Smash all our favourite dreams to smithereens.
The Ganga meanders amidst a maze of
Ripples, crest and trough-
With a dour askance,
With a nonsensical exterior,
At the dead of night,
The hoary-headed ***** rises,
To take stock of pelf,
He keeps in hiding,
Looka yonder, the man with a rice plate in his shack
Stirs out of his lumber, in a jiffy,
Dawns cracks, leaves rustle, breezes whistles,
The nightingale still chirps coo, coo, coo....
Breaking the calm of a nostalgic daybreak.
Love buffoonery, antics of sweet urchin,
Effrontery, betrayal, self-destructive urge,
Blinds love toting niggling details of despair
In it's womb.
A silver of modernism, none can deny,
Gleaning the core of every 'ism' in it's *****
Roads, alleys crisscross, end of tunnel seems dark.
At least, a hairpin bend,
Across the debris of a fresh landslide,
A ray of hope, a shaft of optimism,
A changed universe, a reclaimed Utopia.
Coming true!
-Subhanjan Saha
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
Now anytime, Time will arrive
With its rusty chains
It will be impossible to enlarge these circles
---
All those intellectual thoughts will be abandoned
No trees nearby
Or I would have picked and reattached all the leaves,
Just to utilize those thoughts
---
It works in a cycle
In every forth time age
I be as I
In every forth time age, time arrives
This time, I'll run away for sure
---
Some are without name
Some are like fragrance
Some are like dew drops
Some are just there
They all have tongue
But no one's speaking
They're just licking wall
---
सह वीर्यं करवावहे (Saha Viryam Karava vahe)
These chants are taught wrong
Scenes are snatched away
After giving eyes
That's why can't find'em
Whoever is there, is deaf
---
It will leak blood
From eyes
From nose
From ears
From tongue
Circle can not be enlarged
All are deaf
I must run away.
May 8, 2012
May 8, 2012 at 3:59 AM UTC
The poet writes not what he sees.
He writes what he wished he could see.
There's a subtle difference.
All his poems art utter trash.
in the world so heartlessly practical.
For his vision is as convoluted as his wishes.
I wish I was a poet
to be able to view the world through a prism.
But I'm not.
So I have to make do with second best.
What is reality?
That which hurts
That is pain?
That which is sublime.
What is love?
That which hurts most.
What is fear?
That which degrades.
What is greed?
That which dehumanizes.
What is hurt?
That which is caused by love.
So many questions, so many answers.
I write what I feel.
That's why I'm am not a poet.
For a poet peers through his prism
and thanks his stars for seeing a rainbow.
-Subhanjan Saha
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 2:04 AM UTC
Roaming all over the sky
The small and big white clouds
Dancing upon one another
Wearing bluish feathers of life
Behind the windows of clouds
An enormous fireball hiding
Empowering all living creations
Reflecting the glimpses of life
With its golden rays of smile
©Dhiman Saha
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 4:23 AM UTC
Fog closes in outside my window
Though I try to look, to see, beyond
Where my imaginary golden paddies are
Standing on their December feet by the pond
My mind wonders outside, to wash it away
To let the wintery sunbeams arrive
Inside the dark shelves of my caged heart
Where my little dreams are still alive
A gust of chilly wind touches my bare face
Whispering memories of winter from childhood
Eyes closing, I feel inside the same little child
Unaware of the coming tests of his boyhood
©Dhiman Saha
Jan 15, 2017
Jan 15, 2017 at 6:10 AM UTC
harvest moon glowing
bountiful nature sparks
autumnal coziness
©Dhiman Saha
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 1:42 PM UTC