Wo khood ko nahi jantey..wo apney apnone ko "apna" tu kehtey hein..magr apney "apnone" ko bhi nahi jantey..Merey shehar key log buzdali aur behissi mein apni misal nahi rakhtey....dekhney ko bahaduri key abtar zenone per....magr ander sey khokhley darakhtone ke tarha jin ke chall tak jull chuki hoti hai...izatone key pasdar aisey key doosrone ke izatone ko loot ker iss pasdari ka haq adda krtey hein..inhein iss baat ka khoaf nahi key in key kisi amal sey in ka malik khush ho ga ya nahi....magr inhein iss baat ka khoaf hai key in key kisi amal sey in key ird gird key log khush hon gey ya nahi....so merey shehar key log Allah key bandey nahi..balkey apney ird gird rehney waley logone key farsooda zehnone key ghulam hein...Jahalut in ke roohone mein panapti hai aur in key chehrone sey ayyan hai...tareki mein safar krtey krtey thaktey bhi nahi...yeh mantey howey key yeh safar mushkil hai...roshni ke kiran ko apney hath sey gul kr deney waley...aur phr apni qismut ko kosney waley....yeh apni khood sakhta izatone key myar ke khatir mur sktey hein...apny apnone ko mar sktey hein..jall sktey hein...galley kat skty hein..magr uss myar kee bartari mein kami ka tassawur nahi kr sktey....khood garzi in ke ragone mein her sans key sath palti hai...aur phr in key poorey badan mein saraiyat kr jati hai....issi liye merey shehar key log khood ko nahi jantey......
Wo zindagi ko zur...libas...masnoee roshniyoon key syah paimanone sey maptey hein..aur apni khood sakhta izatone key rate jaisey minarone ko bhi issi napaidari ke mati sey aur mazboot krney ke koshish mein apni umer zayya kr detey hein..un ke zindagiyan..aur un ke zindagiyoon sey wabasta log un key nahi..balkey yeh sab khuch samaj key tareek makanone mein palney waley rsm-o-riwaj key rehm-o-krum per hai....un ke ankhein issi samaj kee syah fiza mein sirf issi simaj ke qaeem krda iqdar mein reh kr andherone sey he takrati rehti hein..aur phr ahista ahista un ke ankhein roshni ko dekhney key qabil nahi rehti..andhi ho jati hein...aisey mein agr koi in ko iss tarreki key azab sey bahir nikalney ke koshish krta hai..tu yeh simaj mein apney izat key minar ke oonchae manpney lagtey hein aur phr iss onnchae mein kami ka khaof in ke rago mein khaof bharney lagta hai...ussi khoaf sey in ke sansein kapney lagti hein..aur ussi khoaf key zere-e-asar yeh log aik bar phr khood ko mar daltey hein...herat hai key inhein yeh tu qabool hai key yeh apni lashone ko issi andher nagri mein apney rookhey aur bejan jismone key sath ghaseetatey phiren,magr inhein yeh gawara nahi..key yeh apni roohone ko serab kr skein uss dolate-e-azeem sey jis key pairo-o-kar honey ka yeh dawa krtey hein.
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Why not you..?
In a dark night
While sitting on the road,
When winter had released all its powers,
When trees were silent
and a cold breeze roared
He was sitting alone at the door of a house,
saying nothing..
but giving himslef a hope..
when all people were slept and
he was sitting at the door of a house..
saying nothing,
but writing,
searching for his writing stuff..papers,pencils,eraser...
as the door light was much low..
At mid night
His fingers were cold..can't write more..
He felt suffocation...
In the morning the owner of the house
found dead body of a boy..with a paper in his hands..
on which he can read some words..
"I am weak,but want to make my country strong..
"My clothes are dirty,but want to make my country clean..
"When I can see light in this foe then why not you who is reading this paper..?"
"I have no house,but want to make this land a home land"
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He was writing an essay "My Self" for his evening class.
While sitting on the road,
When winter had released all its powers,
When trees were silent
and a cold breeze roared
He was sitting alone at the door of a house,
saying nothing..
but giving himslef a hope..
when all people were slept and
he was sitting at the door of a house..
saying nothing,
but writing,
searching for his writing stuff..papers,pencils,eraser...
as the door light was much low..
At mid night
His fingers were cold..can't write more..
He felt suffocation...
In the morning the owner of the house
found dead body of a boy..with a paper in his hands..
on which he can read some words..
"I am weak,but want to make my country strong..
"My clothes are dirty,but want to make my country clean..
"When I can see light in this foe then why not you who is reading this paper..?"
"I have no house,but want to make this land a home land"
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.
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He was writing an essay "My Self" for his evening class.
Monday, October 13, 2008
Friday, October 10, 2008
Let's Explore Life!
Explore life in tears..
As tears came from happiness..
Explore life in death..
As death is permenent life..
Explore life in your selves
As GOD has ranked you at highest..
Explore life in your believes..
As strong believe leads to Light..
Light
Such a light
Which shows you path in immense darkness
As tears came from happiness..
Explore life in death..
As death is permenent life..
Explore life in your selves
As GOD has ranked you at highest..
Explore life in your believes..
As strong believe leads to Light..
Light
Such a light
Which shows you path in immense darkness
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Wo Hai!!
http://www.pakquake.com/story-of-a-little-prince.html
Sirf iss aik kahani ko parhney key baad ihsas hota hai key hamari zindagiyan kis qadar be-wuqat hein uss aik haqeqat key samney jiss ka nam "Maut" hai..phr bhi hum sari zindagi khud gharzi,hasad,anna,malo-zar aur tabqati faraq key siyah libadone mein kyn rehna pasand krtey hein..? iss haqeeqat ko jananey key baad bhi hamari ankhein kyoon zarr key ambar kee taraf lapakti hein,hum kyoon apney ghaleeze iradone key pehnawoon mein yeh tak bhool jatey hein.key koi aik zaat hai jis ke nigahein hamari taraf her waqt hai..aur hamarey sansone ke door uss key hath mein hai.Wo zaat humein bar bar yeh ihsas delaney ke koshish krti hai key hum Khuda nahi..aur shayad insaniyat key azeem darjey per faiz honey key qabil bhi nahi,aur wo zaat humein bar bar yeh dikhati hai key "WO HAI",magr phr bhi hum kyoon duniyawi nafa key khootey sikone kee laraee mein darindone ko sharminda krney lagtey hein....kyoon..?
Sirf iss aik kahani ko parhney key baad ihsas hota hai key hamari zindagiyan kis qadar be-wuqat hein uss aik haqeqat key samney jiss ka nam "Maut" hai..phr bhi hum sari zindagi khud gharzi,hasad,anna,malo-zar aur tabqati faraq key siyah libadone mein kyn rehna pasand krtey hein..? iss haqeeqat ko jananey key baad bhi hamari ankhein kyoon zarr key ambar kee taraf lapakti hein,hum kyoon apney ghaleeze iradone key pehnawoon mein yeh tak bhool jatey hein.key koi aik zaat hai jis ke nigahein hamari taraf her waqt hai..aur hamarey sansone ke door uss key hath mein hai.Wo zaat humein bar bar yeh ihsas delaney ke koshish krti hai key hum Khuda nahi..aur shayad insaniyat key azeem darjey per faiz honey key qabil bhi nahi,aur wo zaat humein bar bar yeh dikhati hai key "WO HAI",magr phr bhi hum kyoon duniyawi nafa key khootey sikone kee laraee mein darindone ko sharminda krney lagtey hein....kyoon..?
Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Matam kadda
Wo Matam kada tha key jissey chorney ke khuwahish mein log jan sey guzer gaey...aur ab wo jaga matam kada hai jissey pa kr log matami libas pehney...chehrone per uddasi liye..matam krtey...jiye ja rahey hein..
pehley tu yune howa key aik khushi matam mein guzri...phr yune honey laga key hum is matam kadey mein khushiyan dhoondaney lagey...phr thak kr apni he soach per matam krney lagey...
mein bhi issi matam kadey ka aik fard hoon..meri khuwahishone key jaltey mandrone per matam muskura kr poochta hai key bata tu sahi yahan rehney per tujhey kis ney majboor kiya...?
meri matami soach sey khuch jawab na bun parra..key dil laho ho jaey tu dard bhi dard sey ajiz a jatta hai...jab merey hont meri soach ka sath na dey skey tu kahen sey awaz aye....
"Tujhey teri soach ney matami bana diya...wo soach jo tujhey ander sey weran aur bahir sey serab kiye howey hai...jo na tujhey sakoon deti hai..aur na he tujh sey kissi aur ko sakoon milta hai...tujhey terey eman ke tareek basti ney matami bana diya..key yeh eman tu jall janey waley darakht key taney sey bhi ziada khokhla hai...tujhey terey fareb ney matami bana diya..wo fareb jo tu ney kae bar khayya magr phr bhi ussi ke taraf bhaga...dolat ka fareb...jhooti shan ka fareeb...zinda rehney ka fareb..."
pehley tu yune howa key aik khushi matam mein guzri...phr yune honey laga key hum is matam kadey mein khushiyan dhoondaney lagey...phr thak kr apni he soach per matam krney lagey...
mein bhi issi matam kadey ka aik fard hoon..meri khuwahishone key jaltey mandrone per matam muskura kr poochta hai key bata tu sahi yahan rehney per tujhey kis ney majboor kiya...?
meri matami soach sey khuch jawab na bun parra..key dil laho ho jaey tu dard bhi dard sey ajiz a jatta hai...jab merey hont meri soach ka sath na dey skey tu kahen sey awaz aye....
"Tujhey teri soach ney matami bana diya...wo soach jo tujhey ander sey weran aur bahir sey serab kiye howey hai...jo na tujhey sakoon deti hai..aur na he tujh sey kissi aur ko sakoon milta hai...tujhey terey eman ke tareek basti ney matami bana diya..key yeh eman tu jall janey waley darakht key taney sey bhi ziada khokhla hai...tujhey terey fareb ney matami bana diya..wo fareb jo tu ney kae bar khayya magr phr bhi ussi ke taraf bhaga...dolat ka fareb...jhooti shan ka fareeb...zinda rehney ka fareb..."
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Some Words from my grandfather's diary
He wrote:
"Today there was a huge bomb blast and the death tool increases upto 4 people"
What today's generation will worte in thier diaries..
"Today there was a bomb blast and thanks to Allah almighty,the death tool is not more then 50.The list of dead people can easily be found from the nearby hospital"
"Today there was a huge bomb blast and the death tool increases upto 4 people"
What today's generation will worte in thier diaries..
"Today there was a bomb blast and thanks to Allah almighty,the death tool is not more then 50.The list of dead people can easily be found from the nearby hospital"
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