Kocha Sakhan – Express Urdu

Ghazal
The eyes are moist in delusion and fire
Dreams are soaked in rain
Extinguished by the tumult of the wind
The lamp was burning in your desire
Time will take responsibility
Those who are misguided and those who are in conspiracy
I have won you in Yadh
Just like that, when has it been found in forgiveness?
Zahid to ask about the state of his heart?
Sarcasm is included in the word question
(Hakim Mehboob Zahid. Mandi Bahauddin)

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Ghazal
Many people travel to me
And this chain of evening and dawn
How much do we have to compromise with the harsh sun?
You are the one who grows trees deprived of shade
Tired of talking to the picture
Now let’s look at the destruction of this heart
Time is a wave that comes and goes
The sinking moment resides in the heart of the dead
Even so, it seems that there is a lot of memories
Tri Yada Immortals with wounds
How will the new generation read their history?
Line the bloody books
It is a different thing that there is sadness in the tone, Wali
Otherwise, we repeat the expression
(Shah Rum Khan Wali. Mardan)

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Ghazal
They live on the land and still sell the land
Foolish belief is sold in the mouth of doubt
We have received strange sermons
Sajdah is sold to someone
It is the biggest symbol of our city
Perfumes are sold there by the Husains there
This is our introduction, this is our identity
There are imperfect people who sell the breasts of their will
That is why there are many earthquakes here
Trusts here are often sold by Amin
(Asad Raza Sahar. Jhang)

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Ghazal
It was not guessed before touching
The flower was not fresh on the branch
I used to meet many people in one day
Still, there was no harm in loneliness
His memories used to make a lot of noise in his sleep
There was never a sound upon waking
Thieves used to come to his heart from the roads
There was no entrance
I used to kiss his red cheeks
And Murray had no gas
(Hamza Yaqub. Muzaffargarh)

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Ghazal
When a branch bears fruit
Man, this branch is afraid of pebbles
You step beyond the threshold of thought
It takes a journey of centuries to reach a destination
Sir Fada Yan also looks surprised
It’s not about the head, it seems like a home
Loneliness surrounds your sick person like this
When I hear the noise, I feel like my head is exploding
Man, I am like a demon-possessed city
In which there is even a slight sound, there is fear
The shade is so cool even in the heat of the end
This seems to be the handiwork of Sadat
(Syed Hamad Haider. Faisalabad)

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Ghazal
These whites and blacks will bloom handsomely and powerfully
All Shastras written by the Eternal will be opened
Why was there fear in the eyes while flying?
You will understand when you open your eyes
Seeing our horror, those beautiful arms
Even if they open once, they will be open for a moment
All scenes were mirrored in mind beforehand
I knew where Murre Humsafar would open
Thin bodies will be bitten by yellow waves
After we die, the vortex will open
Do not rush to understand them
After rigorous austerity, liver and liver will open
(Recommended Jami. Khushab)

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Ghazal
Let’s walk together, never alone
Shadows never walk away from bodies
Who approves, there is a stain on the skirt
If there is less than one digit, the money does not work
If you are new in the field of love, you will fall
The way babies don’t walk in the beginning
The flow of a river is at his feet
Everyone is walking, but they don’t walk like this
He fell down and got up and the bird said
If you want to fly, you don’t go with the help of others
If the camels’ heads were given to him
Then I see how caravans do not go
(Syed Aun Abbas. Faisalabad)

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Ghazal
A fairy sent beauty from an island
Reciting the name dissolved the light in the waters
One day that eye was peeled in front of the dead
I fulfilled a dream by kissing her
Friends, there are two solutions to erase this sadness
Looking back at him or the verses of the Gospel
If you look, the distance does not appear in front of him
Apart from that, I obeyed the order
When a golden body set foot on the boat
That picture of Roshan Lake was worth seeing
(Saif Ali. Lahore)

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Ghazal
From the day when the city of Ishq is closed
Gulshan has since gone out of business
O worker, tell me the fee for doing such work
The car stopped in front of his house
Go to where you are sad and do wrong
We also got cigarettes on loan
This is the lowest miracle of a hand touch
Since that day, I stopped having fever
You start it with the memory key
My brain shuts down again and again
This vision comes from the crack of the eyes
I had closed your fence in grief
You also read a half stanza, confirm it
I have written these countless stanzas on you
Whose door should we go to and pray for?
Majnu ka Bakht since the tomb was closed
All critics stopped criticizing
I stopped tongues with a pen
(Clam Shadab. Akot, Akola, India)

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Ghazal
When the birds heard my stories, they started flying
Like the galaxy, Rahi took all the roads
After losing, they are happy in your city
Lovers find expensive bargains too cheap
The flowers were set on fire in a self-made fuel fireplace
With my waking eyes, my dreams were also burning
There will be a complaint from the storyteller for a lifetime
The night did not change the curve, why people started sleeping
Seeing burning flower buds on green branches
The wounds that were healed also began to ooze
Man comes first, that’s what I understand
In every temporary austerity, I felt relationships
This happened many times, the meteor of grief rose from the heart
When my friends heard, they called me crazy
(Shahabullah Shahab. Munda, Dir Lower, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa)

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Ghazal
Castle sand, a princess fed up with tradition
Rest in peace my princess
So my faith never comes down from Khosravi’s palace
Let me show you the colors of God, princess
Let the flower of desire bloom in the earth of the heart
The smell will rise to the princess
You will meet step by step, so be careful
Here you will not be lustful, princess
I am lucky to be together in this realm
Faraz-e-Musandidil and Dabang Princess
It’s not victory or defeat, it’s about survival now
I am not going to lose this battle, princess
Many prayers to your home
May your life be green, princess
Our love gives us throne and crown
Our poverty gives us name and fame, Princess
(Rana Ghulam Mohiuddin. Okara)

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Ghazal
Convenience to die, choice to live, nothing left
Your friendship has left us nothing
Tell the head of the party how many of your atrocities have been committed
It only gives a hint, nothing is left out
Not the stones in the three magic town, but
Whoever called us from behind left nothing behind
Our life is the body of a prostitute
That which Naika, when dressed, did not leave anything
Love is good like that, but the star is an attitude
This experience left us with no regrets
(GA Najam, Lahore)

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