Kocha Sakhn – Express Urdu

Ghazal
Send pain to me
The offer of this season, reject it
That person is very important for life
I’m looking for him, Murry help me
This fear is beating in the dead chest
Do not set a limit somewhere
Your light is reliable so come here
Reject the stars and the lamps
Even the soul will not like that you
Reject the desires of the body
(Hasan Zaheer Raja. Kahota)

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Ghazal
Needless to say, I make the old new
In simple words, I say poetry
Soon the dead body will be recovered from the sack
I burn the darkness, light it
I talk to you from my loneliness
And then I hear the chip very clearly
The body has its own needs, so understand this
Why am I releasing you from your image?
I make a pilgrimage to the three eyes
Everyday I give myself new colors
In the first instance, where does God come to mind?
When things go out of bounds, I pray
A void does not allow me to be complete
Every day I make small and big
(Gul Jahan. Joharabad)

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Ghazal
The heart has been placed in the desire of one desire
Even knowing it has put him at a loss
There is no chance of meeting him though
But his letter has been kept in the luggage
He was sitting with his eyebrows bent over his heart
The soul has been placed in Chah-Zankhdan
Neither calling nor intending to meet
You have made me anxious for no reason
He was already averse to love
Now Marwat has also been put in a loss
That which is obtained by destroying another’s right
Such a blessing has been placed in disbelief
His innocent words are like mischief
Like putting sugar in a salt shaker
There is a time when Tri Khanda is on the lips
Such magic has been placed in your smile
His difference is in destiny, but Sajid
Meeting him is also possible
(Sheikh Muhammad Sajid. Lahore)

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Ghazal
He asks a question for memorizing the ceremony
By surrendering the time, the present asks
He sees color when the seasons change
He asks the rise and fall of governments
Slips to the paths of will
Our situation is also questionable
He has his own opinion before everything
He asks my opinion in rak rakao
Sometimes they started to confuse themselves in the concern of the individual
Sometimes it asks for the last month and year
No wonder he took his own way home
Who asks for moderation even in love
According to himself, that will satisfy him for a while
A new question arises out of nowhere
Sometimes he cries and opposes it
If we take the South, the North asks
How can we not be aware of our wounds?
He who is a forager asks Andamal
We will not let you go astray
He asks the purpose of the journey step by step
I Ambrin put it down in poetry
Anything he asks Khush Jamal
(Anbreen Khan. Lahore)

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Ghazal
Not to be assigned to the valley of the body
The eye is a dervish, not to be forced
You are facing the lust of the world
This problem is not going away
You gave a central role to religion
This story never became famous
By touching him, there is conditional respect otherwise
Light is never meant to be light
There will be a cave and nothing like Thor and Hara
There is no other peak
He has suffered the sufferings of the age, Faisal
Now that girl is never to be proud
(Faisal Nadeem Faisal. Lahore)

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Ghazal
I want to get out of trouble in dreams
That is, I have to get out of my own complaint
It is not so easy to get out of it
I have to get out of love anyway
I am sitting locked in a room like this
Like I have to leave the room without permission
I have left my eyes in the city
Now I have to get out of another torture
I am breaking on enemies for no reason, Shafi
And I have to get out of my custody
(Bilal Shafi. Jaranwala)

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Ghazal
Even the love of that lustful person is a bargain
Love is blind, death is blind
The disease of love punishes poverty
The disease of love is a spectacle, even a spectacle
A cloud of love came out of the eyes
The door of the heart is the watch of memory
Flowers will bloom in the sand, let autumn come
We don’t have Gulshan, let alone the desert
Who has bought the world, this mortal world?
Love is dust, but gold
When Tilak keeps a scream in his mouth, Fahd
The fruit of patience is the fruit of the sermon, even if it is bitter
(Sardar Fahad. Abbottabad)

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Ghazal
Like a picture in a dream
You are the same image for me
I saw you at the end of time
The deceased had a photograph
My eyes filled with tears
And a photo taken while laughing
Such is the example of life
Like a sad picture in an album
You have died in a dream
See the picture with closed eyes
(Shahzad Mehdi. Skardu, Gilgit-Baltistan)

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Ghazal
Why the silence of death!
Why all this indecisiveness?
No, let me live in me
Then why powerlessness?
Only you are in it
But why is this heart heavy?
All must perish
It’s a joke, why is it going on?
Fall on God
Why did you lose courage?
(Arbaz Nadeem Bazi. Kadahala, Azad Kashmir)

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Ghazal
Don’t cry because you are a disbeliever
If you don’t remember any of your evenings, you are a disbeliever
Where we used to meet in that garden till now
If your name is not written on the tree, you are a disbeliever
Separation will not keep me anywhere
Don’t do it if you are also a disbeliever
I will take every crime of love
Let someone come who accuses him of being a disbeliever
A person who thinks very highly of himself
If it doesn’t happen for a day, it is very common, then a disbeliever
No matter how honorable you are, make a bet
Be in love with this love and don’t be disgraced if you are a disbeliever
I clearly told him the desire of the heart
Reza, anyone who is ambiguous is a disbeliever
(Ahmed Raza Raja. Rawalpindi)

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Ghazal
They used to think of love like this forever
We understood every sound that came out of his heart
They do not understand that there is a limit to neutrality
In the beginning, those who understood my every sound
Waiting for a beautiful moment
We appreciated your negligence
Today you consider money as God
People also considered Hubble as a god
Love is torture, love is disgrace
In the beginning of love, we were separated
Today, we decorate the gatherings with their stories
Lovers who thought they were donkeys
(Amir Maan. Quetta)

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Ghazal
The scene and conditions were different from before
She brought the grape-eyed disaster apart
Already adorned was the sun of his life
Its shadowy shadow on it separates the black night
Look at the redness of his cheeks or the people covered in blood
The feelings inside are different, the conditions outside are different
All the trees are in need of the weather
His love is like a banyan and the talk of a banyan is different
One is to earn pain and also to save money
Keep thinking about it all night and say the verses separately
This princess was won by the son of a poor farmer
The hands kept coming together, the brothers-in-law were separated, Sadat was separated
(Zaheer Mushtaq. Sialkot)

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Ghazal
Love is your promise to me
Your accent is amazing
The heart is devoted only to you
This face of yours is full of senses
We wanted you without leisure
How long has your heart been yours?
This is not less than the moon
Last night I saw your light
You are ours, we are yours
God has fulfilled your dream
If this desire does not fall, then what is Sanam?
He is your daily decoration for me
(Ahmed Masood Qureshi, Multan)

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