#sher

[komal01]

Nafrat se aaj tak mujhe koi haraa nahi saka;

Main jab bhi haara hoon, mohabbat se haara hoon!

[desi-dukhi-dramatic]

I've to wake up and do this shit all over again

[sufiiiiiiii]

bichhad gaye to yeh dil umr bhar lagega nahin,

lagega....lagne laga hai...magar lagega nahin,

nahin lagega unhe dekh kar...magar khush hai,

main khush nahin hu magar dekh kar lagega nahin......

"Janab Umair Najmi"

[guywithasmirk]

the text I unsent :

saari duniya ke gham hamare hain,

aur sitam yeh hai ke hum tumhare hai.

main kya kahun ke mujhe sabr kyun nahin aata

main kya karun ke tujhe dekhne ki aadat hai

[chashmenaaz]

بچھڑا کچھ اس ادا سے کہ رت ہی بدل گئی

اک شخص سارے شہر کو ویران کر گیا

bichhDa kuchh is ada se ki rut hi badal gai ek shaKHs sare shahr ko viran kar gaya

— KHALID SHARIF

[vaspider]

anyway The Butcher's Sher has been on my mind for... oh, I dunno. a while.

Well the world has never been so very small, Though they say there's not enough to feed us all. So you better save a nickel while you can, But it needn't come from someone else's hand. Just take a little extra every day, For honest work deserves an honest pay. You can tell the world you did it by yourself, But there's someone you must thank for all his help: YOU GOTTA GIVE THE BUTCHER HIS SHARE. YOU'D LIKE TO MAKE BELIEVE HE ISN'T THERE. YOU'D LIKE TO MAKE BELIEVE YOU JUST RECEIVE WHAT'S ONLY FAIR, THAT NO ONE HAS TO SUFFER TO KEEP YOU IN YOUR CHAIR, BUT YOU GOTTA GIVE THE BUTCHER HIS SHARE. Let's take a walk around the old bazaar Where every little thing has traveled far. Every pair of pants and grain of rice Contains a horror story in its price: A story of the power people wield, A story about factories and fields, Of which you'll never have to be aware, Just as long as the butcher gets his share YES YOU GOTTA GIVE THE BUTCHER HIS SHARE, NO MATTER WHAT YOU BUY OR WHAT YOU WEAR. CAUSE NO ONE EVER SAID THE DISTRIBUTION WOULD BE FAIR. THERE'S BLOOD AND GUTS ENCODED IN THE VALUE OF THE WARE, BUT YOU GOTTA GIVE THE BUTCHER HIS SHARE. So here's another soldier on the train. You hope you won't be seeing him again. You tell yourself "my god, he looks so young." And you find that you are staring at his gun. And you wonder what this soldier does for fun. And you wonder 'bout the things he might have done. Well he was doing them for people just like you. So you'd better give the butcher his due. YOU GOTTA GIVE THE BUTCHER HIS DUE, CAUSE YOU'RE LUCKY THAT IT'S HIM INSTEAD OF YOU, WHO DOES THE DIRTY THINGS YOU HOPE YOU'LL NEVER HAVE TO DO, AND HAS TO KEEP HIS FILTHY LITTLE FINGERS OUT OF VIEW, SO YOU BETTER GIVE THE BUTCHER HIS DUE. You can build yourself a garden, You can cover it in green. But my dear, I beg your pardon, How do you keep your little fingers clean? Now you don't have to rally round a flag. You may as well salute a dirty rag. And this isn't a defense of evil deeds, It's just a little a song about our needs. Our need to feel enlightened and secure, And civilized and rational and pure, To feel that we are decent, good, and nice, Just as long as the butcher gets his price. YOU GOTTA GIVE THE BUTCHER HIS PRICE, NO MATTER WHAT YOU THINK OF HUMAN RIGHTS. YOU GOTTA GIVE THE BUTCHER HIS LOT, FOR BEING EVERYTHING YOU THINK YOU'RE NOT. YOU GOTTA GIVE THE BUTCHER HIS SHARE, NO MATTER HOW YOU SAY YOU REALLY CARE. 'CAUSE HE'S THE ONE WHO DID THE STEALING AND THEN NAMED YOU AS THE HEIR, WHOSE FILTHINESS PROVIDED YOU THE PRIVILEGES YOU BEAR, YOU GOTTA GIVE THE GIVE THE BUTCHER HIS SHARE.

[nemralam]

تصور، خواب، دروازے، دریچے

کوئی آئے تو کتنے راستے ہیں

Imagination, dreams, doors, windows

If someone comes, how many ways are there?

[khankidairy]

5 reason why Jaun Eliya is literally you ;

Khud ko tabah kar liya aur malal bhi nahi

Yai mujhe chain q nahi parta

Zindagi kis tarah basar hogi

Kitna khamos hoon mai andr se

Hum ko yaaron ne bhi yaad bhi na rakha

[disdadandon]

“Ek naam har raat yaad aata hai,

Kabhi subah tov kabhi sham yaad aata hai,

Sochte hain ki kar lein dusri mohabbat,

Phir phehle mohabbat ka anjaam yaad aata hai"

[infinityori0n]

Na idhar chain hai

Na udhar chain hai

Na jaane ye dil kyu bechain hai

Jo baaten keh na paaye mere lub

Wo baaten keh rahe tere nain hain.

[phirleaayadil]

mere deye hue phoolo ko, kitab se nikalne waley,

tujhe yeh bagicha veeran karke kya milega!

-Farishta

[komal01]

Toh kya huwa woh nahi mila?

Humein mila toh rab bhi nahi, par ibadat kahan ruki

[benaamkhattt]

Khamoshi?

is khamoshi ke beech me shor ki kami poori karrhe hain

kabhi musalsal koi gaana sunke toh kabhi

guftagu ke gaddhon ko bhar ke.

toh hain kuch aisa ki khamoshi raas nahi aati hume, sab kuch agar khamosh hojaye toh zehen ki aawaazein shor krna shuru kar deti hain

wo aawazein bhaagti hain shadeed raftaar me

shayad isi liye mamooli se kaam krte hue bhi har waqt kaano me gaano ke alfaazon ki zaroorat si padhti hain.

Agar logo ke saath baithe hain aur baaton ke beech me ek ajeeb sa sannata chaa jaaye toh

ajeeb si kaifiyat hojati hain

kuch na kuch bolne ki koshish hoti hain ki zehen ki aawazein shor na shuru krdey

Shayad mere zehen ke shor se ye logon ki aawazein aur mere pasandeeda gaano ke lafz behtar hain ,

har waqt koshish rehti hain khamoshi se bhaagne ki

bas tumhare saath nahi, tumhare saath ye khamoshi bhi raas aajati hain.

Zehen ke shor se bhaagne ka koi matlab nahi lagta , tumhara saath har shor ko rok deta hai

aur bachti hain toh sirf khamoshi , jo sirf tumhare saath achi lagti hain.

-i.j

#khayaal #poetry #urduadab #khamoshi #poems #kabristaan #khat #benaam #urdu #jaun #selfwritten

[canihaveyouback]

फरवरी

कुछ इसलिए भी नहीं है शामिल ये महीना हमारी उम्र की जंतरी में।

किसी ने कहा था उसे प्यार मिला है इस फरवरी में।

[guywithasmirk]

Jaise tujhe aate hain na aane ke bahane,

aise hi kisi roz na jaane ke liye aa."

[chashmenaaz]

ہر رگ خوں میں پھر چراغاں ہو

سامنے پھر وہ بے نقاب آئے

har rag-e-KHun mein phir charaghan ho samne phir wo be-naqab aae

In every vein, the lamp is lit once more, Once again, they appeared before me unveiled

کر رہا تھا غم جہاں کا حساب

آج تم یاد بے حساب آئے

kar raha tha gham-e-jahan ka hisab aaj tum yaad be-hisab aae

I was reckoning the sorrow of the world, Today, you were missed boundlessly

— faiz ahmad faiz