Insan ki Insanyat.

Insaanyat kya bayaan karun Insan ki ~Iztaraab?
Quran mehaz rakha hai inhoun ne kitaab mein Zinda.
-Sr

Amar Hoja.

Marna hai Zaroori!
Phr kiun hai itni Mout se doori?
Roota hua aya tha; Rulaatay huay jaounga;
Mein Nishaan-e-Haidar apnay seenay pe sajja k Jaunga.

-Sr

Salute to the Defenders of the borders and the martyrs of Mehran.

Yium-e-Takbeer

Rasoom-e-Sakhwat se khub waqif hai paros mera,
Gar othien mailiy nigaahien, dushman ki mujh pe ~Iztraab!
Bar-e-Sagheer me gounjay ge TAKBEER ki awaaz.

-Sr

Reflection.

“Given nobody dies hungry, every day is an Eid Day.”
-Sr

Haqeeqat ki Haqeeqat ko Pehchaan.

Mijaaz ki haqeeqat toh jan sakta hai kabhi tu!
Par jo tu na janay haqeeqat ki haqeeqat toh kya hai haasil ~Iztraab?
-Sr

Piyaar.

Meri Raah Guzar mein woh raasta bhi aata tha kabhi kabhar,
Kabhi socha na tha, us raastay se hojayega mujhay bhi Piyaar.
-Sr

Taqdeer Badal.

Mere mulq k haalat kis tarah badloun Iztraab~?
Yahan khud log hy nahi chahtay apni halat badalna.
-Sr

Hadith-e-Qudsi

Oh Son of Adam! One is your desire the other one is what I desire. Things are subservient to what I desire. Yes, if you let go of your desires and seek refuge in my desires. You’d be given what you desire but if you rebel against my desires, you’d waste your energies in vain. Upheld would be my desire.
Hadith-e-Qudsi
Translation: Salman Rajan

Take a Chance.

Take a CHANCE.
Buy HOPE.

-Sr

Buy Hope!

Do not try to break the already broken in to more pieces of despair.

-Sr

On the Brook.

I am on the brook where I know not, whether to go with the flow or standstill.


-Sr

Teri Azmat ko Salaam Maa.

Meri "Maa" hai sub se Azeem,
Khud mujhey Khuda ney batatya hai.

-Sr

Badkismat Mulk.

Badkismat hai tu ae Musalmaan!
Buhat sassta bikkta hai tera Eimaan,
Mere mulq k bazaaroun mein!

-Sr

Phone Call from Heaven

My Cellphone rang I tried to catch up with pace.

Just to know who it was on the other side?

Why at this time? Why so late?

Couldn’t figure out who it was on the other line.

The silence kept me amazed.

And as I heard the first two words,

Sweet words, those seraphic lips uttered.

Bemused by that voice I heard.

I very well knew who that lady was.

Tears rolled down through the edge of my eyes,

Natural it was, they really couldn’t stop.

Warmly gliding through the pale cheeks,

Surpassing the joys of happiness ever achieved.

The very first words that she pronounced were,

“How are you dear?”

And I was blown apart.

Torn to pieces I was brought back to life,

By the following words that she uttered twice.

“I missed you honey you’ve lost your color!”

“Wish I was there, to give you toasts and butter.”

Startled I was couldn’t let loose a single word

As she kept inquiring,

Undeterred.

I gathered all my strengths

To ask if that really was her?

Was held back and advised by my inner voice,

To stay back and not to err.

She asked me if she really was missed?

How could I tell her she was a forceful bliss.

She asked me how without her life felt like?

“Lost soul without body”

I replied.

-Sr

Extract from my poem  '"Phone Call from Heaven".

Tajasus.

Itnay tajasus se na daikh mujhay Iztaraab~,
Meri zindage ka andaz-e-bayan kuch aur hai.

-Sr