HayaaRedRose
Hi dear! How are you?
AsterAnemone
AsterAnemone
New poem in Saibaan e sakoot is out. Read and comment. Thank you!
AsterAnemone
Zakham khaaye huy, aazmaay gaye
jo kiyeh na kabhi, woh bataye gaye
dil main aaty thay sou sou tarha kay magar
khwaab heelon bahanon, sulaaye gaye
aaj kha kay zakham aankhen roshan huin
phir to nuqto'n say nuqtay milaay gaye
thi derpaish ik maslehet chup rahy
woh ghaao pay ghaao lagaay gaye
teri dunia main Moula meri aankh ko
kesy kesy manazir dikhaaye gaye
pee gaye kham'shi ka zeher jab suna
saray mehfil main mery siwaay gaye
Uthi aik thi tees dil main kahin
kha gai tan badan hosh aaye gaye
koi junbish hui na uthay hi qadam
khali aankhon say shabnum giraay gaye
AsterAnemone
16th December 2014
BLACK DAY
A TRIBUTE TO LOST SOULS
Written in blood a tale of fright
when pure souls were made to fight
A foe much stronger and heartless
walls still cry on flowers plight
Every year this wound bleed afresh
crimson ink then paint my sight
Fallen tender treasured blossoms
sleep in every heart in quiet
Eyes mourn their lively smile
floors long those steps and flight
A pain, what pain, such pain must not
be given to even foes as right
Traces are even no longer there
still I hear them cheer in delight
Go young angels go to heavens
let these hands pray for you all night
AsterAnemone
@shootingalaxy @shootingalaxy Thank you for your encouraging words though. It is a piece on which I can't feel happy even when praised for the craft. Allah Pak un ko jannat ul firdous main jaga ataa farmaay, Ameen Summa Ameen.
AsterAnemone
@shootingalaxy Very true, the loss can not be recovered we can just convey our heartfelt emotions and express how much pain we feel.
AsterAnemone
__Game we live__
Throws stones
and play tricks
you move
while life kicks
A ruthless game
it looks from above
game of life
with thorns of love
AsterAnemone
اور کیا چاہتی ہے گردِشِ ایّام کہ ہم
اپنا گھر بھول گئے ان کی گلی بھول گئے
جون ایلیا
AsterAnemone
کبھی بادِ نوء نے اُٹھا دیا
کبھی تیز دھوپ میں سو گئے
میرے ساتھ ساتھ فلک تِرا
بھی وقت اچھا گزر گیا
اُمید سحر اُمید
Kabhi baad e nou nay utha dia
kabhi taiz dhoop main soo gae
mery sath sath falak tera
bhi wakt acha guzer gea
AsterAnemone
Stepping in to emptiness
drowning by the silence
dull knife
piercing into heart
is your absence
AsterAnemone
سوایرا ڈھونڈھ تو لاؤں
تمھیں کیسے بُلاؤں میں
تہی دامان ہوں کیسی
تمھیں کیسے بتاؤں میں
میری پُوریں تمہارا لمس ڈھونڈیں تو
میری آنکھیں تمہارا عکس ڈهونڈیں تو
میں باتیں دِل کی
ان کہی باتیں
کہو کیسے سناؤں میں
کہو کس کو سناؤں میں
تمھارے نام کے نامے
کرنوں پہ ہوا پہ ساتھ اشکوں کے
تمھیں بھیجیے ہیں چاہت سے
ملیں تم کو تو مل جانا
میرے اب خواب ہی زندہ ہیں
ہم میں رابتے کا اک فقط ذریعہ
میری آنکھیں تمھیں چھو لیں
یہی اک آس رہنے دو
خدایا اِس تسلّی کو
ہی میرے پاس رہنے دو
inspired by @Bintameeen
AsterAnemone
I was having this conversation with my sister that readers think a poet is, what is reflected in his or her poetry... What do you think?
shootingalaxy
@AsterAnemone i feel it's upto poet how much he lets you in. The opinions we give might be none of poet's thoughts. We maybe right in judging but we cannot fully understand the feeling in poet's place. (sorry i couldn't see ur msg before)
AsterAnemone
@AsterAnemone poet can reflect his inner self but the thing is how will the reader know? I mean we read something and make out opinion about the writer but how much are we right in our judgement based on the writings.