Ghazal
The road can be so long
A river can also be a dry desert
Hasan is Hasan can be double-edged
May also be sloppy to the touch
Scarring of the eyes is common
A person can be blind in love
Don’t be confused by the bright red color
A blue can also be yellow
Who knows about sunburns
Love can also be the shadow of evil
The fading shadows will drown out the voices
This sleep can also be deep
Those who repent from the path of love, then
It can also lead to premature aging
(Akram Jazeb. Mandi Bahauddin)
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Ghazal
Look no more for the scars of heart wounds on the face
When did we put pain on our faces?
When I put my hand on my heart in intense pain
He also placed his lips gently on his face
He felt the touch of dead breath
The colors were scattered on the face of the anger of love
When does anyone look at the heart?
Just keep your eyes on everyone’s face here
How many roses bloom in every direction in the flower season
The color of this showman also came on the amazing face
Appreciate the companionship of the moon in the darkness
I saw light flying in the night, on my face
Why can’t I read Wali often?
It is written if the name and lineage is on the face
(Shah Rum Khan Wali. Mardan)
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Ghazal
Why was the tribe turning against me?
If there was a deviation from traditions
The eyes of all the hijra slayers were moist
The first Tawaf of Diyar-e-Wasal was taking place
I used to smile standing on the stairs
When the hands were being cleaned on the dead thought
A yellow blanket covered the trees
When the bare branch was being revealed
These knocks will shake to the very foundations
That it was like a crack in the body and soul
Many calls surrounded me
In someone’s memory when the retreat was taking place
Time stopped when Tahir died at the door
That I was being acknowledged like this
(Tahir Baloch. Islamabad)
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Ghazal
I have an illusion in solitary confinement
Like a tree in the yard calls me
I am forced by my ego
I am angry with you, but I also love you
When I pass through the forest of memory
A dervish shows love to me
He wishes I were a flowing river
A stone turns me away from the dead end
My character is not in the story though
The penman brings me to the whole scene
Moaz can’t stop laughing
The pain is such that it makes me cry every time
(Ahmad Moaz. Kahota, Rawalpindi)
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Ghazal
Come to see the new chapters of Kitab-e-Dil
There are those who come to dream of the dead
I became a lake at last in love
That you ever came to see the glory in me
We used to sleep peacefully in the village
Although in the city we came to dream
Then a wave arose and took everyone with it
They were ignorant who came to see the flood
I, who was the last hope, I am sad
Shadab came to see in bad times
(Amjad Adis, Rawalakot, Azad Kashmir)
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Ghazal
Makes wonder or makes sense
A maker doesn’t just make anything
You make it stained with sins
God makes the world bright with light
It is a universe of talent, every artist here
Make your own land by drawing lines
I have hidden thousands of pains in the place where I
Tara Khyaal makes abode there
Our mind is also like a mirror
He makes what is in front of him a makin
(Ahmad Jameel, Amrauti, Maharashtra, India)
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Ghazal
So it can be more than my life
In fact, it can even be absolute
Your memories don’t need a dead will
Your darshan can be a blessing to me
Take my rare thoughts as water
Written from the heart can also be rare
So you want me, I want you like you
Chain love can also be equal
Your form is reflected in the poem
So it can also be the axis of dead thought
If you break the heart, then where will the old man go?
This dead heart can be someone’s house
(Amjad Hazarvi. Lahore)
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Ghazal
The heart was molded in the autumn when the springs
So what are the wounds inflicted by the thorns?
I surrender my now to the whirlwind now
That the dead edges turned away from me
Be the trees that provide shade
If the wind is yellow, they are cut by scaffolding
No one spoke about their grief
Then my sorrows gave way to my lips
Redeem the pain of neglect that was inflicted on me
Maqqil Mure Dalars also spoke
I don’t miss the room or my belongings
Every trace has been erased by my loved ones
How lucky are you, Tahir?
The sky was robbed by its moon and stars
(Muhammad Tahir. Lahore)
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Ghazal
It is lost in the vastness of the earth and the sky
The mind gets lost in past thoughts
By making a picture after letter
The man gets lost in his statements
As soon as it comes out of the center of the heart, there is a tear in the head
Chalk gets lost in the foothills
Karbala, Syria, Najaf, Kufa, Baqi, Bait-e-Nabi
My grief is lost in migration
Otherwise, it is a big mountain and a rough sand of Arabia
It is the heart that is lost in such campaigns
Then it happens somewhere on Hasan-i-Karamat
When grief is lost in its wonders
(Ali Ijaz Sahar. Karachi)
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Ghazal
What if we lose our heart to a person?
What happened if he also hit the arrow on the back?
Hamdam in this business of love! dead like
What happened to you?
What happened if you kept someone’s memory in your heart?
What happened if we took someone’s charity?
Today he has gone to sleep on the glorious roof
What happened to that star today?
A person is saying by cutting the trees
The support has been taken away from the sparrows, so what happened?
What happened if you also broke a promise?
What happened to the flow of time?
Every flower is giving jaya dum badam sada
What happened when we cleaned the chaman with blood?
(Jia Qureshi. Islamabad)
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Ghazal
There is no charmer like you
I have not met you all my life
This love is attributed to Mari
There is no loyalty in his promise
Sit in front of me for a few moments
My heart is not full of seeing you
It felt like love after suffering oppression
Nothing happened to my fragile body
Leave me, O Jahan Bhar Pugli
There is nothing left but a few breaths
How to make love couples together
In whose eyes there is no shame or modesty
One day Bulbul cried to me and said
There is no song in the garden
(Malik Numan Haider Mahi, Bhakkar)
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Ghazal
They flee to the bitter landscapes of the desert
Where do lovers run home from us?
Night falls in a dreamy room
When the day breaks, they run to the office
Asr-e-Ashura some name calls us
And we run for better
Easy to find with verses
When people get tired, then they run towards evil
We will keep our heads on our feet first
And there are those who run to bed
(Bilal Qais – Shorkot)
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Ghazal
God bless life
Every happiness is called God Hafiz
Bekali was with you till the end
God Hafiz said to Bayley
There was a sudden fire when Yaro
God Hafiz said to the awareness
A glimmer of hope
Helplessness is called God Hafiz
Humanity was not in man
God said to the man, Hafiz
We also came to fulfill the promise
Then he said to Shafi, God Hafiz
(Malik Shafqatullah Shafi Jhang)
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