"walid" poems
Phir teri mohabbat yaad aayi
Phir mera bilagna yaad aaya…
Phir teri naseehat yaad aayi
Tera raub wa jalwa yaad aaya…
Tune jitni jheli takleefein
Us dard ka ehsaas yaad aaya…
Tune zindagi bhar jo bhi kiya
Tera jud o karam sab yaad aaya. ....
Teri kaawishein teri koshishein Tera jaan lagana yaad aaya. ...
Teri neikiyan tere khair amal..
Tera pyaar lutana yaad aaya...
Teri hayaat se seekhe hain jo jo... Har ek sabaq woh yaad aaya. ...
Tera muskata har dam chehra... Woh roshan nazara yaad aaya. ....
Ba vaqaar jo jhele gham tune... Tera sabr se sehna yaad aaya….
Teri zinda dili teri saada dili... Deen' mein thos aqeedah yaad aaya. ....
Beta, bhai, shohar, walid ** ya dost Har ek farz nibhana yaad aaya. ....
“Ain" tum bhi amanat daari karo... Usne hi seekhaya......yaad aaya..???
Phir mera tadapna yaad aaya...
Lamha rukhsat ka jo yaad aaya…
Ae Firoz tu aisi misaal bana..... Jaane kitnon ko tu yaad aaya. ....
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 6:47 AM UTC
This Distant Light
by Walid Khazindar
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Bitterly cold,
winter clings to the naked trees.
If only you would free
the bright sparrows
from your fingertips
and release a smile―that shy, tentative smile―
from the imprisoned anguish I see.
Sing! Can we not sing
as if we were warm, hand-in-hand,
sheltered by shade from a sweltering sun?
Can you not always remain this way,
stoking the fire: more beautiful than expected, in reverie?
Darkness increases and we must remain vigilant
since this distant light is our sole consolation ...
this imperiled flame, which from the beginning
has constantly flickered,
in danger of going out.
Come to me, closer and closer.
I don't want to be able to tell my hand from yours.
And let's stay awake, lest the snow smother us.
Walid Khazindar was born in Gaza City. He is considered to be one of the very best Palestinian poets; his poetry has been said to be "characterized by metaphoric originality and a novel thematic approach unprecedented in Arabic poetry." He was awarded the first Palestine Prize for Poetry in 1997. Keywords/Tags: Arabic, translation, Arab, Palestine, Palestinian, Gaza, distant, light, flame, fire, autumn, winter, trees, birds, sparrows, fingertips, smile, sing, shade, sun, fire, darkness, hand, hands, snow
May 29, 2020
May 29, 2020 at 4:24 AM UTC
I wear white
I wear white
I wear white and stare right back at
the other end of the world
The hems of the loosely fitting traditions
Barely touch the ground anymore
I wear white
I wear white
White like the chalk on the blackboard switched from
right to left.
Aimless and bereft of the desert I once called mine,
I walk alone
I wear white, I wear white
As I have done for 14 hours
and 14 years
7000 miles on the screen and 2 more up there
to be precise. It faded for every mile
Just as it has been doing since the day Darwish died
I wear white, I wear white
A different breed of Semite than they're used to
Not walking but flowing almost
as contradictory as "poutine Arabesque"
The routine wears my jaw out
as the vowels twist from right to left
I wear white, I wear white
Not just quite there yet
Not even close
Not even halfway to the surface but then again
I suppose we've always been at ease at the depths of the sea
Pearls and black gold abound
I forget that sometimes in between
intermittent bouts and doubts of "3arabiyun ana"
As if that's what makes up the anatomy of an Arab
As if that's enough for you, Khaled
I wear white
I wear white
Or at least I tell myself I do
Leave myself open to the prospect
of life starting anew
Forcing myself to see it through
See life through your eyes
Or are they my own **** you ?
Tell me for the love of Christ
Call me by name and don't
bury me under the empty discarded photo frames
that you stockpile
I'm calling to you, Walid
And will keep on calling
And trying and burning and aching and failing and dreaming and irritating
like a bad itch
I sink under it all and push it all off step 3 repeat as necessary
I scream in the tongue that you deafen your ears to and pull at the beard you've tried to shave off
I pluck at the horizontal heartstrings you've tried to mute
Above all, I wear white...
And I fight.... I fight.....
I FIGHT
Apr 4, 2010
Apr 4, 2010 at 8:10 AM UTC
Fasana bayan kr raha hoon apni rooh k hoslo ka..
Mujh gareeb..nacheez ko manzilo ka nishan mila..ye karam tha mere kuch azeez doston ka
Apne hoslo k dum pe.. Jhoojhta raha Zindagi se.. Main subah shaam.. din raat..
Hunar ki kalam se hi likhoonga apni taqdeer..Jigar me dhaan li thi ye baat
Zakhm khata raha Dil par bahut waqt tak.. Walid ka kaha maan kar..
K baccha bana rahega toh bacha rahega..saare sabak zeher ki tarah peeta raha..sabhi ko apna maan kar
Seekhne ki koi umra nahi yaaro.. Har pal ye zindagi naya sabak seekhayegi..
Dil khol k jholi bhar lena..jeewan roopi kashti yehi paar lagayegi
Mushqil daur me kai martaba mehsoos ki.. Maine khuda ki maujoodgi apni bagal me..
Uska sehlana..mere sir aur meri kamar me..
Kandha numa sirhana diya kai dafa usne sisakti rooh ko..
Dilasa diya..Tujhe mazboot banane ko imtihan le raha hoon tera intaha tak..Tu hosla rakh..Main hoon toh!
Waqt ne bhar diya sabhi zakhmo ko marham bankar..
Namak jo baha tha aakhon se..woh mere pairo ki zameen..sir ki chat ban gaya hai chankar
Har pal shukrana karta hu khuda teri rehmat ka..
Dua kubul krta hai tu sabhi ki apne dar pe..karz hum adaa kr nahi sakte..teri is zehmat ka
Meri sabhi doston ko ek maskeen hidayat hai..
Kissi bhi cheez se Insaani zindagi ki kimat kam hai..kyu issi ki bahutayat hai..
Manzilo ka nasha hai toh chamkao apne hunar ko is kadar..
Jhuka do un sabhi namurado ko..lage honge jo hosle **** karne tumhare..zindagi ki har dagar par😊
Apr 25, 2020
Apr 25, 2020 at 4:58 AM UTC