Kocha Sakhn – Express Urdu

Ghazal
What a mess
Everything is scattered
Whose dream is broken?
Why has the night sobbed?
Ears long for sounds
The eye counts the stars
Every day is full of lies
Every condolence is fake
On the forehead of the bright day
Who has taken off the night?
I am the truth
The heart is a prisoner of illusion
In the green fields of thought
The butterfly of memory flies
Which is called the world
The tyrant is a hard deceiver
(Abdul Rahman Wasif. Kahota)

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Ghazal
The fragrance of faith that comes from my soil
You say we are the same! What happens to you?
I have been afflicted with an iron yoke
The sound of a broken instrument comes from the heart
I have been in prison for a long time
Be reflected where Tri Zia comes
Has anyone put out a candle in the arch of the heart?
This crazy wind blows dust
Whenever my courage fails
At this time, my mother’s prayer comes
I am so sorry for my actions
Asking how I am humbled by the Lord
(Syed Farrukh Jawad. Islamabad)

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Ghazal
Sun though I don’t tell you
I do not turn off the lamp even during the day
I respect the desert dwellers
I am not erasing anyone’s footprints
Jealousy comes to him only on the dead life
I do not share my pains with anyone
I am also convinced of sincerity
I do not tear down the wall of respect
This is how the grief is kept in the heart
I do not associate anyone’s grief with it
(Muhammad Ali Ayaz, Kabirwala)

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Ghazal
It did not shine, this scar was always visible
I looked at the earth as if it were heaven
It was also necessary to see the character
This unfaithful person was only seen by his senses
Maybe this hangover is called life
What was meant to be seen was not seen
What a search, what a long wait
I kept looking somewhere far away in the sky
Living with them was no less than torture
How is it broken?
The shackles of relationships bound me
He watched as his feet stiffened
Saber deceived himself, satisfied
This Dilnish was looking down on his side
(Sabir Chaudhary. Jhang)

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Ghazal
It will be obvious if it is within itself
“That will be known to their angels.”
He has put the crown of modesty in his eye
The headscarf will look low as it falls from the head
The previous night was spent in the same thought
As soon as the candles are extinguished, the new will be enchanted again
You have invited me to the party with great enthusiasm
Come, I will go, but it will be disgraceful
The word has now reached the circle of friends
Gradually the whole world will know
Yesterday, Tilak Sagar, whom everyone called a thief, was here
What was the news that she will ascend the throne?
(Saddam Sagar. Gujranwala)

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Ghazal
We connect all the worlds with one world
When the sky is tied with the strings of the earth
Imama on our head is his greatness
We tie the glory of our elders in it
Everyone listens with heart and mind
It is not us who close our eyes and ears
Don’t teach us politeness
Our straps are tied by the people of the language
Forgot to be buried in the lowlands of the earth
Those who build a high house from the house of God
The shore pulls the boat on the shores
The hands of the wind itself set the sails
Scatter the body parts on the soil
The fatigue of such a journey from the earth
Even a morsel is forbidden to the people of Awan
Farmers tie stones on their stomachs
We tie eternity to eternity
When all tenses are tied in one poem
It is not in our nature to follow the common path
In the poetry of the ghazal, we tie the chest
(Muhammad Kaleem Shadab. Akot, India)

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Ghazal
Shall I tell my loved ones how it turned out?
Self-deception turns out to be below my standards
When I took the dream out of proportion
Life came out even half of the whole envelope
This change also required some migration
When I looked at the laughter, it turned out to be sad
In love, which was believed to be the last
When this love was tested, it turned out to be the first
The second meeting took place in youth
Unfortunately, she turned out to be my childhood friend
The eye of the vessel is greater than the sight
What was fair turned out to be real
I came out of this person’s memories
But his memory never left the dead heart
(Mahoosh Ahsan, Lahore)

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Ghazal
There are four days of punishment, then there is salvation
Who has stability in this temporary world?
These mountains fly like rich cotton
Just who is this universe waiting for?
Qualities determine the value
Brass is another metal, gold is also a metal
Life does not happen, it is destroyed by death
Actually what is life is after death
God’s creation that could not live with you
Javed is an ineffective Tri Som and Salat
(Javid Jaddon. Islamabad)

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Ghazal
Those who have started scratching their heads day and night
These people are engaged in the factory of ghazals
Isn’t it strange? Are all glass body
Who have started building their stone houses
I am sure the pain will take their toll
The few moments it took to smile
When was it time to listen to the words of the heart?
At what time have we started listening to his words?
He brought a bundle of courage that was kept on his head
They have all started coming to your street
(Azm Husnain Azm. Dode, Gujarat)

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Ghazal
There is a sadness in me
Who is always there
Lives with him even after death
Know why the heart is sad
Ever since the drunken eyes have seen it
Losing consciousness remains
They forget when they go away
Who keeps promises?
He misses me often
I have a guess in my heart
These days will also pass
Why does it remain in despair?
(Ali Rahal. Borewala)

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Ghazal
Write unfaithful to someone’s sad eyes
O heart, write me alone in the crowd
In the same loneliness, my heart was filled with tears
As if death would write healing to a sick person
The body is burning in love after you
Habib died, write a dua for me
I found all the diamonds in the search
So now write a faithful friend in Nasib
The wounds on the back are more than our chest
Write down the cheating that has joined Usul-i-yar
You got the donation from some bastard
Now in the next bridge write it Sheikh Parsa
Someone has knocked on the door of love
So write the window of my heart on it too
(Amir Mu’an. Quetta)

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Ghazal
Don’t be taller than you are
Man is not God
Don’t behave like that
See that the stone does not become God
Dude, don’t love him so much
Do not be unfaithful to see
Who will keep the nets?
He should not be released from prison
Just think about it
The pain should not be excessive
I am worried about this
Do not separate from me, my friend
(Karam Hussain Buzdar. Ghotki)

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