"umar" poems
Ye hawayen kis or le jayengi mujhe,
Kab tak tere ishq me tadpayegi mujhe,
Na koi manzil na koi thikana raha mera ab,
etna dard dekar, Kab aur kis mor pe tumse milayegi mujhe,
Rukh tere pyar ka begana ** gya,
nahi bhul sakta tujhe main kabhi bhi,
Kyoki Tujhpar mera dil bhi deewana ** gya,
Teri yaadon ne mujhe etna dard diya ki,
Ab mere har lavj shayarana ** gya,
Nahi dekh sakta main tera ye udas chehra
Kyoki tumhari khushi hi meri muskan,
Lag jaye tujhe ye meri sari umar
Kyoki tum hi mere sapne aur tum hi mera jahan,
Kyon ruth gya ye pal mujhse,
Rone laga ye dil bhi jabse pyar hua hai tumse,
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
Jo puraani yaadon mein zindagi dhundha kartey hai
unhe sirf do pal ki muskurahat naseeb hoti hai
aur phir umar bhar ki tanhai
ek aisi tanhai jaha hum bhari mehfil mein bhi akele ** jaate hai
aur adhura pan bhi hamein pura lagne lagta hai
ek aisi manhoosiyat dil pe cha jaati hai Jo chahe bhi mit nhi paati aur vo yaadein bhulaaye bhi bhula nhi paate reh reh k **** mein gade kaante ki tarah dard diye jaata hai
aur hum hans hans kar ise taal diya karte hai kyun ki shaayad mukaddar ko yahi manzur tha
kya shikva hum kisi aur se kare
jab manzil hi humse Ruth gayi
Jo naayab tohfa khuda se mili
haatho se yun choot gayi
vo toot k bikhri aur kinare par jaa Giri
aur kashti humari doob gayi
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
Har haal mein hum khush reh le,
Gujarish hai bs mera humsafar har janam mile.
Tabeez bnkar har buri nazar se mai unhe bacha lu,
Apni har saans mai har janam unke sang likh du.
Ye saanse agar tham bhi jayein,
Aye mere sanam aap humesha mere sang rahein.
Ye uljhi hui haathon ki lakeer,
Aapke aane se sajti hai taqdeer.
Mere rom rom bs ek hi hai naam,
Aye khuda padh le mere naam se aaya paigaam.
Daaman failaye fariyaad hai tujhse,
Humesha jode rakhna mujhe unse.
Wo mile sab kuch paa liya maine,
Aur kuch na ab mujhe chahiye.
Ankhiyon ko sukoon milta,
Jab chehra unka dikh jaata.
Is rani ki jaan tou hai wo raja,
Unhi ki badault meri maang mein sindoor saja.
Har koi chahta hai us aasmaan ke chaand ko,
Mera chaand tou mere paas humesha **
Sajda karu mai unki is rooh ko,
Suche moti se bhi saacha hai unka dil wo.
Poori kayenaat samet ke meri jholi mein daal di,
Is dil ki saanse tou us dil se humesha humesha ke liye judi.
Wo saath hain tou mera khuda hai mere pass,
Behad pyaara hai unka aur mera dil ka har ehsaas.
Jab raakh ** jayegi ye kaaya meri,
Mujhe har pal sukoon pahuchayegi awaaz wo teri.
Saanse rahe na rahe mere saathiya,
Humesha mere sang rehna mere mahiya.
Jab umar ki ye naiya bhawar badal legi,
Chehre ki chamak apne rang badal degi.
Fir bhi aap humesha mere sang rehna,
Mujhe aapse bs yahi hai kehna.
Bikhre bikhre se they hum pehle,
Aapke aane se is zindagi mein phul khile.
Mere pass shabd hi nahi hain ki kaise us uparwale ka ,
Mai shukriya ada karu? Aap mile sab kuch mil gaya.
Jab ye waqt khafa hone lagega mujhse,
Ye duniya bhi saath chhor degi aas rhegi tujhse.
Har kadam par saath rehna mere sanam,
Tere siwa koi nahi hai mera humdum.
Ye qismat humari bhut khel hai khelti,
Dil ki dadhkane har pal aapko talaashti.
Chahe kaisa bhi ** manjar,
Zameenein hongi banjar.
Tab bhi mere sang rehna.
Bs yhi hai aapse kehna.
Aapke ye ardhangini humesha hai aapke saath,
Haathon mein liye hardum aapka haath.
Chahe waqt badle ya taqdeer khel khele,
Har pal aapki biwi milegi aapko lagaye seene se .
Kuch nahi chahiye humein,
Neele gagan ke neeche kahin bhi aapke sang rehle.
Bs aap saath rehna,
Itna hi mujhe kehna.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 8:47 AM UTC
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...
Saad muraadi, soni phabbat,
Guum hai.
Suurat ousdi pariyaan vargi
Seerat di o mariam lagdi,
Hasdi hai taa phul jharade ne
Turdi hai taa gazal hai lagdi.
Lamm-salammi, saru(Saro) de kad di
Umar aje hai marke agg di,
Par naina di gal samajhdi.
Ik kuddi jida naa mohabbat,
Gum hai. Gum hai, gum hai...
Goummeyaan janam janam han hoye
Par lagda jyon kal di gal hai.
Yun lagda jyon ajj di gal hai,
Yun lagda jyon *** di gal hai.
Huney taan mere kol khaddi si
Huney taan mere kol nahi hai
Eh ki chhal hai, eh ki phatkan
Soch meri hairan baddi hai.
Nazar meri har aande jaande
Chehre da rang phol rahi hai,
Ous kuddi nu tol rahi hai.
Saanjh dhale baazaaran de jad,
Moddaan te khushbu ugdi hai.
Vehal, thakaavat, bechaini jad,
Chau raaheyaan te aa juddadi hai.
Rauley lippi tanhai vich
Os kuddi di thudd khaandi hai.
Os kuddi di thudd disdi hai.
Har chhin mennu inyon lagda hai,
Har din mennu inyon lagda hai.
Judde jashan ne bheeddaan vichon,
Juddi mahak de jhurmat vichon,
O mennu aawaaz davegi,
Men ohnu pehchaan lavaanga
O mennu pehchaan lavegi.
Par es raule de hadd vichon
Koi mennu aawaaz na denda
Koi vi mere vall na vehnda.
Par khaure kyun tapala lagda,
Par khaure kyun jhaulla painda,
Har din har ik bheedd juddi chon,
But ohda jyun langh ke jaanda.
Par mennu hi nazar na aunda.
Goum gaya maen os kuddi de
Chehre de vich goummeya rehnda,
Os de gham vich ghullda rehnda,
Os de gham vich khurda jaanda!
Os kuddi nu meri saun hai,
Os kuddi nu apni saun hai,
Os kuddi nu sab di saun hai.
Os kuddi nu jag di saun hai,
Os kuddi nu rab di saun hai,
Je kithe paddhdi sundi hove,
Jyundi ya o mar rahi hove
Ik vaari aa ke mil jaave
Vafa meri nu daag na laave
Nahin taan methon jiya na jaanda
Geet koi likheya na janda!
Ik kudi jida naa muhabat.
Goum hai.
Saad muradi sohni phabbat
Goum hai.
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 1:21 AM UTC
Pakistani Mohammad Aamer,
Much too young to buy his own beer,
But his bowling is ace,
He got in Ponting's face,
Other batsmen are living in fear.
Pakistani Afridi is mad,
Though he is not inherently bad,
But he did chew a ball,
Which about says it all,
But watching him play makes me glad.
Look, Shahid Afridi is crazy,
Even though he appears quite lazy,
He wants to be strong,
But it turns out all wrong,
It's because his brain is all hazy.
I know little of Umar Amin,
My knowledge of him is too thin,
Does he bat left or right,
Will he give Oz a fright,
Or meekly get out once he's in?
Then Umar Akmal will stride out,
He's tiny but he gives it some clout,
An average of fifty,
Looks pretty **** nifty,
From behind him, the crowd they will shout.
Jul 13, 2010
Jul 13, 2010 at 7:02 PM UTC
It's beautiful,
Your days are beautiful,
Beautiful as you are!
Beautiful than a Juliet rose 🌹,
A rose flower of love,
Your beauties are like
Abba and Meemi.
Your ages, are 1 + 1
Twice in halves
Twins, are twice
I wish you
fluky birthday, and
to pass your obstacles
with flying colors.
May your breath
blow the candle
The royal twins
Happy Birthday
Maimunat and Hajarat
Twins daughters of
Mr. and Mrs.
Umar Faroukh Abdullahi
(DANLASAN)
Jul 31, 2020
Jul 31, 2020 at 10:40 AM UTC
Raatein katt gyi intezaar me tere
Han manta hu hum hai gunegaar tere
Tu he thi jisne mohabbat kri humse
Umar bezar jaegi intezaar me tere
Tere hoth kissi ko chu le aur mai zinda bhi rhu
Galat femi hai abhi dimaag me tere
intiha-e- ishq mujhko nadamat me mila
Raegaan he jaegi zindagi intezaar me tere
Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC
Nahh ainkh khuli ,nahhh mai sunn paya...
Maa ke pait mai rehker bhi maina apna parivar ka pyaar paya...
Jab ainkh khuli ,toh roker pura hospital sirr per uthaya ....
Phir Papa ki godi mai sirr rakhker hee mujha thoda chain aaya....
Pheli baar ghar aake , thoda mann dagmagaya....
Dada dadi ko paas dekhker,firrr maii zorr se khilkhilaya....
Jab naam sochne ki baari aayi....
Toh bua ne kaan mai naam pyaar se fusfusaya ....
Bade hokar bhi chota ke sath khelna...
Aisa charitra maina apna hee parivaar mai h paaya...
School jane ki umar mai bhi...
Har parivaar ke sadasye ko hai maina satya...
Kabhi woh dila do, yaa kabhi yeh dilado hee harr baar hai chilaya...
Harr divas ko hamne pura harsh aur ullas ke sath banya....
Pyaar se sath rehna ka hee humna hamesha se wachan h khaya....
Sabke dhurr jana ke baad bhi....
Maine apna parivaar ko hee paas paya...
Harrr sukh dukh mai unhona hee mujha sabke sath rehna sikhaya...
Apna parivaar se dhurr jake bhi...
Maina uhna harrr jagah h paaya...
Voice call aur video call ne hee unka pyaar h mujh tak pahuchaya....
Maa ki mamta ne hee maano jaisa mujha iss kadar banaya...
Jo maina apna parivaar ka itna pyaar h paaya...
Maarte wakt bhi mera parivaar ne hee mujha kahnde per uthaya...
Ainshu aur apni yaadeino ko bhula krr hee mujha mera parivaar ne jalaya....
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC
Sirf ek minute lagta hai
Rishton ka mazak udane mein
Par saari umar beet jaati hai
Ek rishta banane mein
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 10:27 AM UTC
Tujhako bhi ijajat du
Tere dil se ijajat lu
Ki umar bhar tujhe chahu
Ki umar bhar tujhe chahu
Bhale hai
Kuch duri hai
Mera hi to kusur hai
Ki har subah khuda se bas tujhe maangu
Ki umar bhar tujhe chahu
Nazdikiyo bhi narazgi
** gayi kuch bhul se
Jhuk ke tere samne
Ki mai tera sajda karu
Ki umar bhar tujhe chahu
Jun 27, 2020
Jun 27, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
Mene tamam umar me dekhi aisi zindgi.
Nanga badan ,bhuka insaan or maili thi chadar kahi .
Maa ne aankho pe aanchal dal kar ye keh diya mujhe .
Khushiya hai udaasi haai ghum bhi hai tu dekhle.
Duniya me tum maa jaisa paoge na fir kahi.
Nk
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 12:13 PM UTC
Shyad tuci bi
Ena hi roye howoge
Meri wajah to
Menu *** samaj a reha he
Hanjua da mull
Menu *** samj a reha he
Mera tere to door rehan da dukh
Akal nahi c menu us time
Kuj brain washed c mera
Sochea ki kush reh launga door rehke
Par jad tere viah da pata lagea
Sach jani
Fatt *** c meri
Te *** ta fatti hoi a
Daily schema laganda ha
Tere samne aan da
Tere ghar da pata lagan da
Tera deedar karan da
Par ruk janda ha eh soch kr
Ki kya tuci dekhna bi chahunde ** menu?
Mere dimag wich iko gal chali jandi
Ki kite tuci kuj kar na lawo apne aap nu
Mere karke
Kiwe eda bada boj sahunga me sari umar
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 11:05 AM UTC
he asked me my country's future? And
was startled I pointed to my smoking scars—
they are the path where I entered my pains.
I said.
my future wear prayers like sunglasses.
we only show others what we want them to know
lying to ourselves, thinking out body is a single person.
drowning in the arms of our potentials.
he asked me my country's road
where the
past had tared for our journey
through my eyes, he saw a fog future
linking only through to an un-motorable road —
where museum of scars and blood
are the only vualable display antiquity
and the violence a home where our beds are death
my country is a pregnant ******
whom everyone sleep with but no one want her baby
we call people friends just to suit our purpose
they are all fake because we are too. now i know.
don't **** yourself umar yogiza jr. don't die.
your heart is not full, no one's heart is.
i cannot go round waiting to be loved
everyone have themselves to love, and not enough.
The city walk, no one claim.
the village I left, no one claim.
stranger at home and outside home
all people care-for is their room.
yogiza, this city eat you like breakfast,
yet you
make your ancestral home stranger to feed you.
every eye on me is suspicion —now even mine.
if you ask me where am i going? i don't know!
the past, present and future had been claimed
i won't **** myself, i love you everybody i meet.
this is not my poem but yours. i want to smile.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
Bilkisu Umar Poems
Oh! Gallant dude loved by all
namesake to the cherished calif of all
bless the day, I met a Man with the heart of Gold,
with prowess, adorned with eloquence ever so bold.
his smile, shame the brightness of proud sun.
his might makes a youthful lion run.
charismatic, more than the finest of all Knights,
attractive like a full moon in dark night.
glad to meet poetry in form of a man,
whose future,a promise to race of human.
he wore truth a garment of permanence,
on the morrow respectfully, he'll be called his eminence.
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 5:00 PM UTC
"Jane log kese umar guzaar dete hain, hum to aadhe safar mein hi begaar ** gaye.
Kya hamara hi mukaddar hamari himmat dekhta hai?
Itne kha dard jo jawani mein hi umar daraaz ** gaye,
Kya dekhna hamein haara chahta hai ya hamari maut dekhni hai..
Jane ye mansaf kya chahta hai..."
Jan 26, 2025
Jan 26, 2025 at 8:42 AM UTC
O Jaanam Tere kyā bāteṇ, har Galī maujūd haiṇ
Aur har dil ke deewāren kaamp rahe haiṇ jazbā se
Oh beloved, your stories are present in every street
And the walls of every heart are trembling with passion
Jab meiṇ koshish kartā hūṇ apnā dil ko sambhālnē
Ik awāz ātē hai kehte yehī asliyat hai
When I try to control my heart
A voice comes and says, 'This is the reality'
Kis roo lok ke dikhao, hairān dekhte haiṇ mujhe
Dūr chashm samajhe haiṇ ṣūfī, pās sar-gardān-e-ishq hai
Which face should I show people, they look at me in amazement
From afar, they think I'm a mystic, but up close, I'm just a captive of love
Yaad E To Jaanan E Jaan, har sanson e saans aap hai
Chand baatein karna aapke, yeh umar qaid milta hai
O beloved of my soul, in every breath you reside
Just a few words with you, and a lifetime's bond is tied
Apne is kām kyūṇ kiyā, sazā-e-zulm tabāhī kī
Ab nacheez aur har āshiq, bā delash mi-andishad
What did you do this for, a punishment of cruelty and destruction?
Now this lowly one (me) and every lover is a prisoner of love
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 4:46 PM UTC
muhabbat ka faham jana tou dil ro para
yay kaisa ilm hai kay jiss raah gya wahan shor para
yay dekho kon hai saaqi jo chala aa raha hai khaali hath
naan mayy hai naan masti, naan may kadday ka shoor para
zamana saaz tha, par sakoot main raha umar bhar
magar roze hashar yay kuen aur kaisa shaur para
aur phir jab dill tota, aur ishq ki baazi haar gya
wo shaksh murjha gya aur hanstay hanstay phir ro para
Jun 20, 2020
Jun 20, 2020 at 2:10 PM UTC
Muhammad Khalid Khan
December 14, 2018 ·
Ghazal
Tum kaho to main bus wahan rakhon
Itnay dil main kahan kahan rakhon
Hay sanam khaana ye jahan sara
Tum kaho main zuban kahaan rakhon
Husan nay hosla barhaya hay
Ishq ko kiyun na darmian rakhon
Ang ang main charagh jaltay hain
Hain andheray kahaan kahaan rakhon
Hay Bhanwar main ye zindgi saari
Kia main kishti main badban rakhon
To mujay mil gia tha rastay main
Pass kiyun ab main do jahan rakhon
Zard sahra main hay safar sara
Sar pa phir kiyun main aasman rakhon
Umar sa kaisa lena dena hay
Dil ko aye jan na kiyun jawan rakhon
Sath hain teray shahr bhar ka log
Dil ko main kitna bad guman rakhon
Mehr dushman howa jahan sara
Bolo janaan ko main kahaan rakhon
Colonel Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2018 Hath Main Hath
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 2:02 PM UTC
Suno,
Tumhari geet na sahi ,
Us geet ka sabd ban jao
Toh chalega Kya?
Tumhare saath na chal Pao
Parchayi ban jao
Toh chalega Kya?
Tumhari ragini na sahi
Swapan ban jao
Toh chalega Kya?
Umar bar saath na reh Pao
Ta Umar pyaar ka vada Karo
Toh chalega Kya?
Bolo,
Aise mohabbat Karo
Toh chalega Kya?
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 1:10 AM UTC
children of death and settlement
by the tired, busy mouth
of the evening;
where the only
art is entering
you squat, bare
in the corner of darkness
suffering and smiling;
searching for the love
of another darkness
there! i mistook you
for a lost shadow, for i let you go
let you go.
before now, i slept
into the is same darkness
waiting to be ferry into tomorrow;
thinking the large body
of retrospect past
is immutable
but can't convince my pen
that the only poetry in nigeria
is her present —messed-up
by the same gone, ageless people
we revered, we have to let them go
let them go.
into the red dark
past nigeria, there
is a labyrinth tree
whose ripe fruits are love
and poetry
but was intentionally
neglected; we let it go, let it go.
looking through this tree
i can see
into the future;
above and beneath —
the ****** hatred
of death and grave's
settlement, that we can't let it go, let it go.
gently —gently and gently
i want to sink the deepest borehole
of poetry
into this tasty period
where the only water is not
only bullets; but
nepotism, tribalism
neglecting naked reality
that brewed the wine that we can't let it go
let it go.
the largest wound
in our hearts
where the past bullets
pierced our comforts
i want to heal it before i let it go, let it go.
i sauntered
through this discomforting pain;
climbing through —
the disagreements
betrayals, backbiting
debaucheries and raw selfishness —
minds who don't want to let it go, let it go
i enter the past
the way good poetry
entered the indolent
through its untied roads and
whispering potholes
with the hope
that not all nigerians are stupid
through this silent
tired, busy mouth
where the only poetry
is entering
you must broad
your search;
night is also an unemployed
graduate, wanting to let to go, let it go.
© umar yogiza jr
abuja, nigeria.
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 11:33 PM UTC
❝O Allah! I am indeed harsh, so make me gentle; I am
weak, so make me strong; and I am miserly, so make me
generous.❞
— A Dua of Umar Ibn Al-Khattab (RA)
Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC