"unn" poems
Zikr jab zindagi ka hota hai toh hum aksar apni zindagi ke guzre waqt ke flashbacks mein chale jaate hai, aur kehte hai zindagi toh bohot buri guzar rahi hai.. yeh maana ki jo beet gaya hai usse bhulaya toh jaa sakta hai magar apne zehan se mitaya nahi jaa sakta.. bas unn tamaam ache-bure daur ko muqaddar samjhkar aage badha jaa sakta hai. Aur life mein ek phase aata jab humein lagta hai ab aur kya dekhne ko baaqi reh gaya hai zindagi mein saare tajurbe aur sabaq mil chuke hai ab toot jaane mein hi bhalayi hai haar jaana hi ek aakhri sahi rasta hai. Aur phir apni khushiyon ka shok aur barbaadiyon ka jashn manane lag jaate hai. Magar khushiyan bhi itni aasani haar nahi maanti. Zindagi humein har ache-bure daur ke baad ek khoobsurat tohfa deti hai jisse hum mauka kehte hai. Humein zindagi se mile wo saare tajurbe aur sabaq phir se jeene ka hausla dete hai. Ek nayi umeed dete hai. Aur shayad isliye hum zindagi ka saath nahi chhorte.
Beete kal mein pareshan rehte hai, aane kal ki fizool mein fikar rehti hai aur jo aaj hai usse jeete toh hai magar thodi bechaini ke saath. Jo guzar gaya usse accept karke aage badh jao, jo kal hoga wo tumhare aaj ki mehnat se pata chalega na ki fikar se, aur apne aaj se mohabbat karo.
Ek badi ajeeb si cheez hai jo hum sabhi ke saath hoti hai jab hum 5-6 saal purani tasveer mein khudko dekhte hai toh hasi aajati hai ki kaise the hum ab waqai behtar badlaav aaya hai hum mein wo badlaav tum laaye ** khud ke andar. Waqt ke saath mature hokar, mushkil se mushkil maqaam haasil karke, apna vision aur mindset positive rakhkar, apni zindagi ko sahi raaste mein le jaakar. Isliye tum haare nahi ** zindagi mauke deti hai magar tumhe ehsaas tak nahi hone degi kab tumne uss mauke ka fayda utha liya. Aur agar kabhi bura phase aaye toh uss mein bekhauf hokar jeena magar sahi waqt par nikalkar apni zindagi ko behtar bana dena. Kyunki abhi tumhara qissa khatam nahi huwa, abhi tumhe nikhar ke wapas aana hai kahani badalne.. .
Mar 1, 2020
Mar 1, 2020 at 12:25 PM UTC
Here, I live, but I'm not living
In this land of no forgiving
My existence is a burden
So I won't try to be a person
Mi loĝas, sed ne vivas
Kaj se eĉ la suno brilas
Bone pli, mi ne ekzistu
Do mi neniel insistu
Wie zu wuhne unne lewe
Unn zu keemols sei vergewe
Ich bin umringt vun die Gretze
Unn kann niemols daerfe schwetze
Apr 19, 2022
Apr 19, 2022 at 9:10 PM UTC
Subah-e-tamaam kay sozo gar
Khoon main nahay apnay lakht-e- jiggar
Aay soz-e-lab-e- baam, kia naghma gungunao gay,
Har roz ik nae tamanna jagao gay?
Unn hasrat bharay dilon main kia kia saaz bajao gay?
Aay saq-e- dil, yun hasraton main jeena bhe kia jeena
Jiss dil main naan koe hasrat , naan koe tamanna!!!
( its urdu language, that is a mother language in Pakistan)
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC
Ek shakhs hai jise main behad pasand karti hoon, jise main beinteha chahati hoon. Ek shakhs hai jisse mera dil beinteha mohabbat karta hai par yeh baat usse main samjhau kaise? Pasandida mard hai woh yeh baat usse main bataun kaise? Nahi reh sakti main uske bina yeh baat woh samajhta kyu nahi? Kya usse mujhse mohabbat nahi? Kyu woh ek shakhs mere dil aur dimaag mein bas chuka hai? Meri mohabbat ab "ishq" ban chuki hai yeh baat main chah kar bhi usse bata paati kyu nahi? Aakhir kyu yeh dil uske bina kahin teherta nahi? Aakhir kyu uske alawa meri nazare kissi aur ko dekhti nahi? Kyu uski yaadein har pal, har lamha mujhe uske aur kareeb kar deti hai? Mujhe usse kya uski aankhon, uski baaton, uski khusboo ya tak ki uske naam se bhi ishq ishq hai, kaash yeh main usse bata paati. Uski aankhein jo samudra se gehri hai, unn aankhon mein dekhna mujhe kaafi pasand hai, uff!! Uski nashili aankhein. Uski awaaz? Uski awaaz mein toh maano jaise ek alag hi madhoshi hai, jisse sunna mere kaano ko ek sukoon sa deta hai aur hayee!! uska naam sunte hi mere chehre par jo muskurahat aati hai, woh kahan hi kissi se chhupi hai? Haan, ishq hai mujhe usse yeh baat mere dil mein hi kahin dafan hai. Usse meri mohabbat ki koi hadd nahi yeh jaake usse koi bataye, uske naraz hone se maano meri saansein tham jaye. Behad khoobsurat hai woh shakhs yeh baat woh maanta kyu nahi? Nahi reh sakti main uske bina yeh baat woh samajhta kyu nahi?
Mar 8, 2025
Mar 8, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
K
NI
VES
are sharp
in birth but
blunt against
words. Though
I have become
used to pulling
knives from my
back, the words
that are said are
dropping pebble
in a still pond, rip-
pling through my
soul till the end of
days. Wounds heal,
right? The pain still
feels too fresh. And
do scars fade? How
many do I have? Oh
well. I guess, no, I am
grateful, to be honest.
For every knife, I've cut
the cords of things unn-
ecessary. But the demons
plague. My face is but stone.
My tears are void.
My heart is black.
The bare slashes
on me, I can deal
with. I can cope.
I can cope well.
I can cope. I can
cope. I can cope.
I-I-I just wish for
one thing. I just
wish that I was
easy to fix. I wi-
sh it was easy to
breathe. Am I
dying? Here?
Alone? Yes...I
am, aren't I? Fr-
om my first bre-
ath, I slowly be-
gan to die.
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC