Chalo Ab Phool Chuntay Hain (Urdu Poetry)

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Chalo ab phool chuntay hain

Bohat zakham seh leyay, bohat dukh utha leye

Chalo ab kadam barhao k khushiyan chunnay ka waqt aya hai

Ao khushiyun ko ik naya taaru’f detay hain

Janti hun bohat zakhmi ho tum, Lahulahaan hai rooh tumhari

Aj bhi zakhmun se khoon rasta hai k ye zakham bharnay k naheen

Aj bhi marham milta hai na marham laganay wala

Aj b dil k dard se ankhain bojhal ho jati hain

Per bas ab aur naheen

Rooh katti phatti hai tu kya hua…. Ankhain tu salamat hain

Saans bhi chal rahi hai abhi , dil b dharakta hai seenay me

Chalo k ab phoolun ko marham banana hai

In zakhmun ko pher se chupana hai

Chalo k ab ‘mein’ ko khatam ker k ‘tu’ hona hai

Tumhari kahani ka ikhtataam aagya

Ab Allah ki likhi hue kahani shuru honi hai

Aur Allah tu apnay wadun se kabhi mukarta naheen ?

Chalo k ab khawabun ko ankhun me utarnay se pehlay

Qatal kerna seekhna hai

Chalo k ab gham ko bhi khusi bana ker

Galay lagana seekhna hai

Ansun ko dil k under utaarna seekhna hai

K ansun ko pehchannay walay log khatam ho gay

Chalo k dil ko pathar kerna hai , Zindagi ko moum kerna hai

Khizaan me bhi phool chunnay ki adat daalni hai

Is umeed per k shaid ab khizan me b pattay haray bharay rahain

Umeed per tu duniya qaem hai

Chalo hum bhi umeed lagatay hain

Pher se dia jalatay hain…..

Chalo ab phool chuntay hain……

K kuch haq hamara bhi tu hai in phoolun per ?

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Grave Is Your Destination…

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** Urdu lines are taken from a Naat read by Junaid Jamshed.

Duniya k aye musaafir , Manzil teri Qabar hai

Manzil teri qabar hai…

Tay ker raha hai jo tu, do din ka ye safar hai

du din ka ye safar hai…

O traveler of the world, grave is your destination

Grave is your destination…

The one you are travelling, is a two days exploration

Is a two days exploration…

Sitting at the back seat in the car by window side, she settled her head at corner of the window glass. Her eyes were wandering along the trees and the roads…. people of different ages on various vehicles, In a hurry to reach somewhere, to do something…. alone or with their families…. Colorful clothes…. Chatting , smiling faces…… Energetic and glowing children running by the road side…. bright blue clouds…. It was Eid day… Eid which is a second name for happiness……..

Ankhon sa tu nay apni , kitnay janazay dekhay ?

Hathon sa tunay  apnay , dafnay kitnay murday ?

Dafnay Kitnay murday….

Anjam sa tu apnay , kyun itna be khabar hai ?

Kyun Itna Be khabar hai…

With your own eyes, how many funerals have you witnessed ?

With your own hands, How many dead’s have you buried ?

How many dead’s have you buried…

Of your consequence, why are you so ignorant ?

Why are you so ignorant…

She had a bad mood since morning that day… She cried over small things… It was Eid ! She was supposed to be happy but she locked herself in her room and cried her heart out laying down on the floor… She realized her last Eid was the same… It started with tears too…and the third last Eid….and the previous ones… She realized ‘Eid’s ‘ are not made for her…. She realized her ‘Eid’ had not come yet… She realized she had no part in today’s happiness…… Or any happiness at all ?

Why ? Why don’t I have the right to feel happy like normal people ? Why don’t you feel me ? She had questions for Him….. He was not answering !

Then she realized she had been thinking about her past and the future , all her life…every moment of her present , she never had a present. Her present was filled with thoughts of the past or worries of the future. She thought, what If she dies today , this very moment ? What has she done to herself ?

Makhmal main sonay walay, mitti main so rahay hain

shah o gada yaha per , sub ek ho rahay hain

Sab aik ho rahay hain….

Dono hoye barabar ye mout ka asar hay

Ye mout ka asar hai…

The ones who slept in silk, are sleeping now in clay

Kings and servants here, are all getting same…

Are all getting same…

Both got equal, this is the effect of death

This is the effect of death…

Her mom was calling her….She was saying her to get ready…to wear colorful clothes…to be lively…. And she was dead already. She never knew for what parents is this said,  that they can know what is in your heart by looking at your eyes…

She had to be happy for the ones who love her and who can’t see her sad. She had to live in present for some time. She had to get rid of the unending dark loneliness inside her… May be thinking about life is not what should be done. May be death is the ultimate truth to be thought of….She stood up. She had to fake it again.

After all the fear of death follows from the fear of life….

 

 

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