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Dr Zik Jul 2020
Wow!
Dr Zik Poetry
'Zinet' is the shortest modern genre in English poetry (rhythm or un-rhythm).  This poetic form is developed in the second decade of 21st century.
Dr Zik May 2015
The rolling stone always remains disturb
And does not maintain his status
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By leaving selfishness one can emit light as human do
The martyr observed the cruelty of the unwanted persons
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And condemns their supremacy
A martyr shows a distinctive confidence
Which is matchless
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A time is coming when you will find a deserted way and nothing else
But you’ll be alone without me.
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Dr Zik Apr 2015
Son: “Can a wounded person be cured?”
Father: "Yes, but morally fallen persons cannot be cured."
Dr Zik May 2015
I can't change
departure into arrival
or vice versa
I find myself
to do one thing
I can feel affection
ZIK POETRY
Dr Zik Apr 2015
The fragrance: to satisfy
As you present nearby
You are dear merciful!
As it gave me inner bliss
As rain is to catharsis
Dr Zik Jul 2020
Dawn will come
Dr Zik Poetry
'Zinet' is the shortest modern genre in English poetry (rhythm or un-rhythm).  This poetic form is developed in the second decade of 21st century.
Dr Zik Mar 2015
When you found yourself
As you were unable to sneeze
to make the germs away from your chest
or even unable to sneer about facing unwanted situations
As you were unable to listen chirping of birds
As you were unable to tickle
Unable to fiddle
Unable to chuckle
Unable to snigger
Unable to heehaw
Unable to twitter a greeting
in the circle of deserving ones
And unable to work for them
Then there is no use of running blood in coronary veins
No use of being called alive person
No use of wandering about in own recognition
No use of prayers ……………… No use of prayers
You were alone ……………….. You were alone
Dr Zik Apr 2020
Smoke suffocating, screams letting deaf
babies’, moms’ and, old ones are helpless

Blood spreads everywhere, from the bodies.
Stop lynching, and give up hatefulness

look at world from Warsak Road, O man
Palestine, Kabul, Iraq, leave them

spirit is one, dialect is not same
His devotee doesn't accept defeat

think in hurry, when you find, morn, eve
your slaughterhouse, tactics are useless

they will not be able to withstand
and will welcome as the Berlin wall
Dr Zik's Poetry
Book: Thirsty Words
Poet: Dr Zik
It is a translation of a poem written in Urdu, " JAZBAT" from the poetic book "Rah Takti Ankh  راہ تکتی آنکھ" of the poet Dr Zik.
16 دسمبر 2014 ء میں پشاور کے المناک واقعہ، اورمعصوم شہداء کی یاد میں
In remembrance of tragic event occurred by the cruel terrorist's attack in
Peshawar Pakistan since 2014. There were blood splashes, dead bodies of innocent children, sounds of crying persons everywhere in school in Peshawar on Warsak Road.
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جذبات
16 دسمبر 2014 ء میں پشاور کے المناک واقعہ، اورمعصوم شہداء کی یاد میں

متھے اَکھاں، بے حِس مُورَت، پتھر دل وِچکار۔۔
نفرت بھانبھڑ ورگی بھڑکے، لالچ دے بازار۔۔۔
اَگاں بھڑکن، دھویں اُٹھن، مچے چیخ چکار۔۔
بچے بِلکن، ماواں تڑپن، بُڈھے نے لاچار۔۔
ہر پاسے رَت ڈُلدی ویکھی، لاشاں دے وِچکار۔۔
من جا جنگلی، شہری دی گل، نفرت چھوڑ دے یار
وارسک روڈ توں پوری دنیا، ویکھ لے دنیا دار
فلسطین، عراق ہووئے یا ہووئے کابل کہار۔
لکھاں بولیاں بولدے تد وی اِکو جئے جذبات۔۔
اُس دے رستے چلن والے مندے نئیں اُو ہار۔۔

اَج کل چھیتی شام سویرے کر لے سوچ وچار
تیرے سارے حَربے، ناکے، مَقتل نے بیکار۔
ٹُٹ جاوَن گے جَھل نئیں سکدے عشق دی اِکو وار
منہ دی کھادی جیویں شوہدی برلن دی دیوار۔۔۔۔
۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔۔
شاعر: ڈاکٹر ظفر اقبال کھوکھر
کتاب: راہ تکتی آنکھ
dr_zik@yahoo.com
Dr Zik Nov 2017
You are!
The source of
Pleasure and calmness!
I recall You!
In deep city noises
I request You!
In deep dark nights
I talk with You!
In a solitude
I smell You!
Everywhere
When I wander about
I have You!
When I need You, Lord!
You are the answer!
Of unseen questions
You are the solution!
Of upcoming problems
O! my Lord!
You are!
The source of
Pleasure and calmness
For the heart
That recalls You!
With and within heartbeats.
Dr Zik's Poetry
Dr Zik Mar 2015
Why does chirping of bird
prove itself a source of calm and pleasure?
I find the answer.
When I often think
“In a mood with which I recall You”
Dr ZIK's Poetry
Dr Zik Apr 2016
If you want to assess the highness of a person you should observe the tolerance of him.
Dr Zik Jul 2017
O' my Lord!
You have made me asterisk

I'm not a blot on the canvus
Of whole universe

And bestowed me title of
"Highest of creatures"

And now Your smiling face
Grants me contentment
Dr ZIK's Poetry
Dr Zik Apr 2015
I am in need of home sweet home
Free of terror, without any error
as I need you and these all
Sun, Spring, Winter, Rain and Snow fall
Dr Zik's Poetry
A poem is written in the context of unstable political and economic conditions.  When in the result of terrorism a panic situation is also prevailing everywhere.
Dr Zik Apr 2015
Deceiving others is easy
But not a good deed
Deceiving own self is difficult
One who performs
Remains in difficulties all the life
Dr Zik Jun 2015
For Whom!
Who, organized
scattered type, unpopular letters
and enabled the
'Simple Words' to deliver a speech.

اِنتساب
اُس کے نام
اُلجھے، بکھرے ہوئے حرفوں کو سمیٹا جس نے
اور پھر سادہ سے لفظوں کو زباں دی ہے۔۔۔
Dr ZIK Poetry an extract from "Rah Takti Ankh" Urdu Poetry.

Poets are invited to make translation from Urdu Poetry to English and other languages.

OOs kay naam
uljhay bikhray hooay harfo ko smaytaa jis nay
aur phir saada say lafzo ko zubaan di hay

Critics are invited to make positive criticism through messages.
I am waiting with full devotion and eagerness.
Dr Zik Feb 2015
**, **, **, **
don't make him foe
hee, hee, hee, hee
please look at me
pip, pip, pip, pip
walk, walk don't trip
pile, pile, pile, pile
keep on your smile
so, so, so, so
keep aim you go
trip, trip, trip, trip
lest you should slip
hi, hi, hi, hi
God bless you joy
bye, bye, bye, bye
goodbye goodbye
Dr Zik's Poetry
Poem for children
Dr Zik May 2015
Last cry of the ****
**** of sharp claw of falcon to catch the flying sparrow
A shriek of a pedestrian crushed by the sudden collision with rushed vehicle
Mourning and shouting of mothers of victims
Squealing of burned one
Screeching of helpless persons from the torture cells
Fear of future and misery of unemployed ones
Mixture of allowed and banned drinks
Violation of human rights
When rushed in veins of cruel greedy persons
After the passage of centuries
Continuously make the body to take jerks with amuse to perform a dance
With the beat of drums
The real Bhangrra of Karbastan.
Bhangrrah is folk dance Karbastan (Misery Land) Origin of the word "Karbastan" is in Percian and is a word in Urdu Language.
Dr Zik Apr 2015
"Who Is Who" is a study
and
Travel towards me
"Who Am I?" is the knowledge
But
Travel towards You
"What, You Want?" is a blessing
O' My Lord!
Bless Me
Dr Zik Jul 2017
Sunsets every eve
Sunrises every morn
Day splashes light in dark
Seeds peep out in hurry
Birds tweet in joy-full song
Departure needs forgiveness
Arrival bows in norm
O’ my Lord!
Bless me
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My dear mother passed away on Monday, June 19, 2017. May Allah (God) bless her with Jannah. Amen!

Dr ZIK's Poetry
Dr Zik Mar 2015
Birds ate there all eatables
flapping their wings as a dance
trimming  and preen of the wings
jump here there, losing no chance

black, blue, brown their cute colours
short, long, slim, heavy, lightweight
wings and flight memorable
all in hurry to have fate

chirp in low high sound, fresh mood
they were neat, beautiful smart
search everywhere want of food
giving an end, at the start

each one looking for some good
bit sip enough to quench thirst
no one waiting, for its turn
a cute gay bird, find it first

while the lyrics touch my soul
chirp, chirp, chirp  was  their tweet, song
making a norm; fresh my mood
melodious their sweet song

ripe fruit there serve passer-by
there were trees to grant a shade
there was rule 'No Restriction'
beauty of leaves not yet fade

pan was waiting to serve them
one sharp sip hurry to fly
child fell down while knocked at rock
help! Help! Shoutinnocent cry

sound dangerous, **** of earth
crackling, falling, housing, wall
help, no rescue love or hate
site was changed in front of all

no charm, fame, concert at all
there was no work, club or shop
speech for help was useless try
any search team, rescue flop

winking eyes now teary one
no-one could found there a bun
there no signs of living one
no care there, no deal, no done

birds ate there all  eatables
flapping their wings as a dance
trimming and preen of the wings
jump here there, losing no chance

chirp, chirp sad song low high sound
they were neat, beautiful smart
search everywhere want of food
giving an end, at the star

each one looking for some good
bit sip enough, quench the thirst
no one waiting, for its turn
cute bird could not find it first

while the lyrics, touch my soul
chirp, chirp, chirp was their sad song
making a norm, my sad mood
melodious, fair sad song

no fruit there for passer-by
no trees there to grant a shade
they were buried, there, somewhere
no green leaves at risk of fade

all the owners slept and pressed
sound dangerous lifeless rock
ruined everywhere tragic song
mud, stone, sand, all-cause of shock

no help, care there, love or hate
there was silence as no play
no pan waiting there at all
birds could find a broken tray

you reveal it then I know
my pangs are more than a sea
there is link between the two
soul and body, You and me
Dr. Zik's poetry
History (Muzzafarabad):
The city was near the epicenter of the 2005 Kashmir earthquake, which had a magnitude of 7.6. The earthquake destroyed 50% of the buildings in the city (including most of the official buildings) and is estimated to have killed up to 80,000 people in the Pakistani-controlled areas of Kashmir. As of 8 October 2005 the Pakistani government's official death toll was 87,350. Some estimates put the death toll over 100,000
Dr Zik Apr 2015
I have been caring for gems
But knowledge have been caring for me
Dr Zik Jun 2017
Shining stars have got light from You
and started twinkling
You have bestowed night with stars,
Morning with heavenly dawn,
Flowers with a sweet smell,
Birds with alluring tweets
But when I saw my inner sight
I felt a **** and attained a divine light
And felt a bliss
So after that
I am unable to see
anything except You
O! my Lord!
There is nothing
outside of Your circumference
in the universe.
Dr ZIK's Poetry
Dr Zik Mar 2015
I told Him what was in heart
And made a test of my fate
Who challenge the cause of coming?
He wished so I came!
No any other game, no need of fame
He wished I came, same, same, same
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Be martyr, victim and clash in conscious
Are deeds of one, who is the patriot
any other big giant who was passerby
I saw and ignored him soon
No any other game, no need of fame
He wished I came, same, same, same
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Your anger is chased by a cause
Everyone is changed and stranger
Come on to meet him
Who has left all for you
No any other game, no need of fame
He wished I came, same, same, same
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A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Dr Zik Mar 2015
A philosopher thinks
A writer expresses
A planner makes plans
A poet feels, conceives and reflects with emotions
To reshape the world using a mortar of love of nature
Dr Zik Apr 2015
Those!
Who weep in the darkness of night
and struggle to achieve goodness
They smile in the day light in return
And Those!
Who smile and enjoy in the darkness of night
without struggling for the future
They weep in the day light
It’s the return of their deed
Dr Zik Apr 2015
Heart cannot be purchased
As currency is matter of no use
Only one can succeed
Who deals in barter system!
Dr Zik's poems
Dr Zik Mar 2015
Is the end? breathe death!
I admit ! Then what is death?
End of hope is death!
Dr Zik Mar 2015
Struggle is joy and the wait is enjoyment
While the achievement is the name of a state
Where we spend our lives as prisoners
Of fear of being a loser in any time
I chose to wait in the state of struggle
and don't like to be a prisoner
Dr Zik Apr 2016
A mirror is to surface study
while!
Tolerance is to inner sight.
Dr Zik Feb 2015
Who finds no time to inner sight
For all the things he takes good care
Although he fights with full his might
He remains hopeless with despair
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Dr Zik Mar 2015
its old tale
they come on train
it was, it is as raining
drops of tears
or
pure dew drops
same and, real and natural
look them, feel them their free fall
as many times, you recall
You are not alone
Dr Zik Apr 2015
Poet says to passerby, "How are you?"
Passerby replies, "Fine"
Poet says to passerby, "What do you do?"
Passerby replies, "I am lord of this area"
                             "Would you like to offer me a cup of tea please?"
Poet says to passerby, "Why are you so proud?"
Passerby replies, "I'm the richest among you all"
                             "Would you like to offer me lunch to share?"
Poet says to passerby, "What's your family background?"
Passerby replies, "I belong to a highly respected family"
                             "Would you like to drop me to my home?"
Poet says to passerby, "Biting back is a curse, what's your opinion?"
Passerby replies, "I don’t like biting back"
                             "but the person who facilitates me is the mean one"
Poet says to passerby, "Are you educated person?"
Passerby replies, "Yes! I am."
                             "But it’s our family tradition to say,
                             "Except us all persons are mean ones"
                             "We don’t like smiling persons"
                             "We don’t care of others"
                             "We appreciate Darwin’s theory"
                             "Man behind the monkey"
                             "But for others."
Poet says to passerby, "Do you know antonyms?"
Passerby replies, "Yes! I know"
                            "We are superior and you are inferior"
Dr Zik Mar 2015
When we face towards the east
North is left and south is right
When we see towards the sky
We see the birds flying at height
East end sun to us doubloon
West end will be ending soon
Learn directions, sing a song
Four directions round you all
If you face hurdle, confuse
Think a while to have recall
You can learn if you don’t mind
West is diving see behind
Oh, oh, hay, hay, he or she
They and you too can it see
We are facing rising moon
Autumn, winter, April, June
Poem
for the children
of age from 5 to 90 years
for all ages...

.......
Dr Zik Feb 2015
A day is coming, we shall hear
There will no loss, no wound no tear
No wall between the hope, despair
No will confuse in fair, unfair
All clouds of threat and mist of fear
Will go to hell and disappear
It can be done if only you
Have some time with the morning dew
Dr Zik's Poetry
Dr Zik Nov 2017
I've donated world
For the sake of my Lord's smile
Else nothing worthwhile
Dr ZIK's Poetry
Dr Zik Mar 2015
Love is for those
Who have the power to control hate
And hate is for those
Who have no sense of feeling love
And care for those
Who are care less
Dr Zik May 2017
I am fed-up of being dweller of enclosed walls
There should be no limits of start and stop
As air is to breathe and beauty is to love
So call me as I am waiting eagerly
To come towards You
In no time to eternity
O' My Lord!
Dr ZIK Poetry
Dr Zik Apr 2015
When I go in search of You
In the rain of my tears too.
                                  
During walking, talking so
I meet every friend or foe

No left any inn or cave
Each one prisoner and slave

So I am too weak to do
When I go in search of You

At last I find lovely sign
Like a bliss to soul refine

Transparent and sacred You
Reflecting in morning dew

I see you seconds a few
When I go in search of You
Dr Zik Apr 2015
Eyes to grasp
Dazzling rays
of warmth sun
Breeze of winter’s nights
Blossoming of lovely rose
Withering of plucked flower
Noise of waterfalls
flight of chirping birds
Silence of tearing eyes
semi circle of rainbow
that also come one by one in my vision
in a solitude
To whisper about You!
Dr Zik Mar 2015
It’s easy to look oneself in the eyes of others
But it’s difficult to face the truth!
After diving into one’s own heart.
Dr Zik Mar 2015
Flower that grows on earth have limited fragrance
As the gardener is mortal!
Flower of heart and gardener are immortal….
Dr Zik Mar 2015
They! ..........
Who are satisfied with this occurring! ….
In this sight, in this night
After a bit interval! ....
Who say after a while!
To us! ....
Hay! What do you want to say?
What would we want to say to them?
Who don’t wanna make change in life!
They! ..........
Who are satisfied with this occurring! ….
In this sight, in this night
After a bit interval! ....
Who say after a while!
To us! ....
If they would like to say! ...
Hay! What an excellent saying of yours! …
We too wanna say to them ….
They! ..........
Who are satisfied with this occurring! ….
In this sight, in this night
Hay! ….
What an excellent saying of yours! …
translation of own Urdu poem "Uun K Naam" (اُن کے نام), book's name"Rah Takti Aankh" (راہ تکتی آنکھ).
Dr Zik Mar 2015
He who united the confused and scattered letters
to enable the simple words, to deliver a speech.
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Dr Zik Apr 2020
Thanks God
Dr Zik's Poetry

Book: Simple Words
Poet: Dr Zik

A lovely and matchless gratitude expressing "Zinet" is in my mind.
Really we all say, "Thanks God".
Dr Zik Jun 2015
Have you time for me?
I often think in the heart!
You are Time my Lord!
Dr ZIK Poetry
Dr Zik Mar 2015
Hell is for those
Who don’t believe in Heaven!
And
Heaven is for those
Who care for others!
And
Nothing is else!
Nothing is else!
Dr Zik Apr 2015
If I ever had the power to do something
Would that I had got rid of my own shade
Dr Zik Apr 2017
I bow my head before You
When I face pangs of life
I feel You smiling.
I feel an ease.
I feel inner bliss
Dr Zik Mar 2020
We are happy with You
O my Lord!  Bless us
Dr Zik's Poetry
A beautiful Ziket
Hi to all my friends and sorry for coming late.
Actually I was busy in travelling.
22 March, 2020
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