Kocha Sakhn – Express Urdu

Ghazal
Why doesn’t the pain go away when I sleep?
Why don’t you go to the ghazal branch now?
Why do you come to crush the feeling?
Why don’t you get out of the wreckage of memory?
Why does the darkness of the night not go away from the eye?
Why don’t Khurshid go to Hijr?
Why does the world curse us until now?
Why don’t the bills go from the forehead of the poor
This world is already on the target of torture
Sensible people! Why don’t they change?
Today is a tough time, tomorrow will be fine
Why don’t we leave everything and go to tomorrow?
(Abdul Rahman Wasif. Kahota)

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Ghazal
All the eyes of the age are knocking
From whom has this love come to our eyes?
After us, there is no one in our place
Will settle the eyes from the head
Yar, sacrifice your head for being a stranger
Who has taught this secrecy to the eyes?
That face peeking out from the sun will not disappear
Hungry eyes will remain forever
The silence of the periods lying in the street
A half-sighted coin to beggar eyes
They help in the transmission of color and light
No one looked at your eyes
(Azad Hussain Azad. Karachi)

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Ghazal
No, Shahzadagi forgets the status of the place
Ghulam Ibn-e-Ghulam has no right to rule here
These distractions have turned on my evening like this
That she is longing for the permission of speech on the door of death
I am accepting and rejecting any decision in between
How can I hand over a broken heart to any religion?
I’ll write it down page by page so that there is no thirst left
Let the death be the letter in such a way that it gives rise to the continuation
I was not placed on the palm of my heart, nor found a place in the eye
There is no hand on the shoulder, no home, no one to stay
Throwing me into the abyss of this place
Where the noise of the dead body is raised, the name of the dead is heard
“I’m still late in the evening,” said Murray
Now we will test the beauty of the month
Going to the group, do not know where to stop
This path is not going to a high place
Sometimes makes noise for a long time and never hears beats
You have given the reins of new ideas to the hands of the heart
(Hannah Amberin. Leah)

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Ghazal
I don’t know where my dead body is lying
So he came with whatever he had become of me
When was this much less than your blow?
There is probably one person after you
I quickly went from one unseen to the other
That I have been tired on the road for a few days
How did the three thoughts settle in the mind of the house?
Somewhere there is a choice of livelihood
If you ever meet, teach me how to beat me
I’ve run out of myself half a time
Sometimes there is too much air in the body
This sky is also less for me
(Azm Husnain Azm. Dode, Gujarat)

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Ghazal
It is a pillar of life, in the same way, it has not yet been demolished
Before I die, it is good for love that this path is not common
Where did the color of my name get tri universe?
I am sitting on the same soil, my work is not done yet
I had written the verses to create an atmosphere of dialogue
There was a shop of laughter, there was no conversation
Many people were familiar with a song, many people were poets
After that, there was no arrangement for Sahib-e-Sham
I found you written in every layer of desolate love
The green area of ​​the garden did not belong to me
He who was a simple bird understood every trick
I took the old net and did not get caught
(Qayyum Tahir. Rawalpindi)

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Ghazal
Always the dedication of the heart cries the quest of the heart
Guwara still does not cry for a moment
It was easy to cry in separation
Sit him down and cry in front of him
He has laughed a lot at our heartache
Always in the desire of which we cried
He was very careful with his sorrows
When did you cry on the instrument of grief?
The wonder is that I expressed it
Make a wish, cry
Where we used to walk before evening
Whoever sees me sad should cry
What was a hut made of love became heaven
Ambrin did not cry at his house
(Anbreen Khan, Lahore)

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Ghazal
When will the mud from the soul come down?
The lake is made of clay, the shore is made of clay
I did everything I could
I have always borrowed from the soil
I have done fourteen moons whose names
He sent a star made of clay
Treading the soil made the blood of the soil
There will be land monopoly
The eyes are golden like deserts
Under the feet is the embers of the soil
I’ve got my feet wet here
I understood the clear indication of soil
(Atsaf Sheikh. Sahiwal)

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Ghazal
Every thing every dream kept in edit
Just accepted the gift of love
This hijr is a rare gift to him
Put in the specification sometimes put in the generalization
Human equality is our belief
We have honored every human being
We have just learned a lesson in love
And we also put our hearts in this education
(Ashkar Faruqi. Jampur)

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Ghazal
That is, there is a reason for the ensilak
There is a reason for the fear of dust
By joking openly, the secrets of the heart are revealed
So there is a reason to joke with you
The color of that body connected with the rainbow
There is a reason for this car sharing
There is someone whose desire burns here
There is a reason for the gap in the wall of the heart
It is so beautiful that it is arranged in two places
There is a reason for this good agreement
There is no gender in the conversation
Today there is a reason for such a joke
May be taken down in another era
There is a reason for this terrible covenant
(Tawheed Zeb Rahim Yar Khan)

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Ghazal
After abandoning his friendship, he became friends with Ghazals
Just as fear comes from the tangled webs of desires
I believe it is included in the ranks of friends
Not like before, he asked
I always keep my intentions clear
I was afraid of the secret tricks of some friends
He will surely come to meet what he has promised
Anxious that I feel with idle thoughts
No one has ever lived here
I felt like this with all the rotten locks in the house
What is the drinker mixed with enthusiasm?
The fire started with the bowls
I am married even in the darkness of night, Shahab
There are some people who are afraid of the future
(Shahabullah Shahab. KPK)

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Ghazal
The age of inclination is still there
There is still a curse on the lips of the dead
A lamp was once lit on the bam-i-talab
The wind is still against the dead
That one moment that came down was your difference
The ironic coin tester is still there
The door of acceptance is locked
The raised dead hand of supplication is still there
Although lakhs of people have been affected by storms here
It is still burning on the palms
I called him Nabil only once
My voice is still echoing in the air
(Dr. Nabil Ahmad Nabil, Lahore)

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“Moonlight”
Everyone’s face would be pink
All hearts would be moonshine
It would have been my own yard
The smell would have been like this
That is like the smell of Gulshan
But these are all wishes
These are the longings of our heart
That all roads lead there
Where there was always spring
The wind always blows
There was peace in every moment
No traveler goes astray
Everyone always finds their destination
The city of love
Otherwise there would be riots somewhere
All the faces would have turned pink
All hearts would be moonshine
The sun of never setting happiness
These dreams would never be shattered
All the faces would have turned pink
All hearts would be moonshine
(Tasnim Mirza. Karachi)