Sunday, 21 February 2021

طلسم...


طلسم
کوئی گیت نیا کوئی بات نئی
غم بہت ہوا ،ا ب سوغات نئی
اب رتجگا بھی سمٹا ہے
جب تم سے ہوئی ملاقات نئی
اب کوفت ہوئی ہے جیت سے
اب ہم کو ہو کوئی مات نئی
اب ہم کو رب کا کیا کرنا
اب نازل ہو کوئی ذات نئی
اب مرض بڑھا، اب برباد ہوئے
اب ظاہر ہوں علامات نئی
جب سے تیرے طلسم میں گرفتا ہوئے
لگتا ہے آئیں گی آفات نئی

Tuesday, 16 February 2021

ڈوب جاؤں...


ڈوب جاؤں...

میں ان حالات میں ڈوب جاؤں
یا حادثات میں ڈوب جاؤں؟
ڈوب جاؤں کسی شہر میں
یا کھنڈرات میں ڈوب جاؤں
تیری آنکھوں میں ڈوبنا تو بعد کی بات
میں جذبات سے ابھروں، تو ڈوب جاؤں
ایسا ڈوبوں کے پھر نہ ابھروں
میں ابہام کے ابہام میں ڈوب جاؤں
تیرنے والےتجھے فرصت کہاں
تو لوٹ کر دیکھ ، تو پھر میں ڈوب جاؤں
میں ڈوب جاؤں ان اندھیروں میں
یا اجالوں میں ڈوب جاؤں
میں ایسا ڈوبوں کہ پھر نہ ابھروں
میں بس ڈوب جاؤں ، بس ڈوب جاؤں.

Monday, 15 February 2021

کہاں گئے...؟ از کاشف ناصر


کہاں گئے...؟

وہ خیال خواب کہاں گئے
وہ سبز باغ کہاں گئے
کہاں گئےوہ جانے والے
لوٹ آنےوالے کہاں گئے
یہ بستی کیسے اجڑ گئی،
وہ بسانےوالے کہاں گئے
اب مناؤں کسے میں
روٹھ جانے والے کہاں گئے
کہاں گئےاچھے وقت کے یار
ساتھ نبھانے والے کہاں گئے
کبھی رتجگا بھی سمٹے گا
جاگنے ،جگا نے والے کہاں گئے
کبھی لوٹ کے تم لوٹ آؤبھی
سب ہسانےوالے کہاں گئے
کہاں گئےبردہ فروش
امیر زادے کہاں گئے
کہاں گئی شام غم
ہنسی کے زمانے کہاں گئے
کہاں گئے دیار وطن
نوٹ کمانے والے کہاں گئے
کہاں گئی ہجر کی شام
کاٹنےوالے کہاں گئے
کہاں گئےوہ دوست میرے
احباب سارے کہاں گئے
اب لوٹ کہ تم بیشک مت آؤ
اب ہم بھی جانے کہاں گئے

Friday, 5 February 2021

Another Doubt...


I am half and half
Up In the clouds,
My nights lonely
Days full of doubts,


Along you came
To light up my days,
I laughed in the nights
I laughed in the days


But then you got
Lost in the crowd
And I was left
With another doubt.

Monday, 1 February 2021

That Evening Twilight



Its not that world is mean to you,
It’s not that world is bad,
It’s just that you my dear friend,
Keep finding reasons to be sad.

I know that you have been lonely,
And solitude is your friend,
But you have even barely started,
You have barely reached the end,

We don’t know where you are going
Or where you are coming from
We only wish for a little while,
You may sit; or lie down,

It’s not that they don’t love you ever,
It’s not that they don’t care,
It’s only that you live in your head,
You live with things not fair,

Yet everyday the sun is shining,
And the day is bright,
It’s okay give yourself some time.
Yourself some respite,

And one day
You may even see,
That brightness,
That evening twilight.

Thursday, 28 January 2021

IS FREE VERSE, KILLING POETRY ?


"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—

Only this and nothing more.”

(The Raven by Edgar Allen Poe)

The crux of the problem in poetry today is the free verse structure. It has enabled everyone to write. There are practically no rules to follow. One simply has to write down sentences and string them together.

Others are deliberately using bigger words to seem like they actually have something to say.

The point is poetry with rhyme is difficult to master, it’s more difficult when you are just not stringing words together. But free verse has removed all difficulties and if there are no difficulties there is no point. Anybody can do it.

Look at some good poetry. The Raven by Poe, one of the most read poems ever. The underlying composition is almost mathematically accurate. The reason the poem is so popular is because it rhymes , it sounds so good to ears.once you start reading it you cannot stop yourself. Like modern day advertisement jingles, the reason they are so catchy, that they embed themselves in to our memory that try as hard as we can we can never remove them. For example the energic candy commercial. “Ik makhloq ajeeb o ghareeb urn tishtri main ai”. The single sentence triggers the whole song.

Rhyme matters. There is a lot of history behind it. I already told you about Poe. How about Shakespeare , Homer ? the giants . Their sonnets, epics, all of them rhyme. Besides that they sound good, rhymes were also necessary. For example below is a passage from one of Shakespeare sonnets.

“Nay if you read this verse,

Remember not the hand that writ it,

For I love you so,

For I in your sweet thoughts would be forgotten,

If thinking on me then should make you woe.”

See how easy it is to remember. I can recall the whole thing.

In Homer’s day, epics were told orally. Rhyme made it easier to remember 500 verses long epics, rhyme also gave the performer the ability to pause and recall and sometimes improvise. Without rhyme poetry just wouldn’t have survived.

Which leads me to the question why are people avoiding rhyme ? It has been avoided so much it is practically dying now. My question is what’s the difference between a prose sentence , and a sentence in poem which is not rhyming ? The answer: no difference at all. One can lift sentences from prose then present them as a free verse poem.

It has been said that all literature’s point is to guide, but poetry pleases while it guides. Without rhyme there is barely any pleasure left.

I request all the new writers please think about it. Please do the difficult thing. It will help you grow as a writer. The genre is dying. We owe it to Homer, to Shakespeare, to Poe and all the greats in whom footsteps we follow. We cannot shirk from our responsibility. We cannot always do the easy thing.

I want you to read The Raven, if you haven’t already and compare it with any free verse piece and ask yourself which one will you give to a child. ask yourself which one will please a child more ? then ask yourself what are you adding to literature ? what do you want to leave behind ?

I leave you with another passage from Poe's The Raven.

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December;

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—

Nameless here for evermore."

Saturday, 23 January 2021

Dreamers (Kashif Nasir)

I hear people’s dreams you know,
I know they won’t come true,
The things they want; they truly want,
The one, they want to woe.

Oh! cunning love, Oh, harsh world,
Why are you even here ?
Why do you even want us here ?
When you don’t even care ?

I want to cry; I want to weep,
For all the dreamers there,
For all those say, “I want to be”
For all those say, “I dare”

The world is a voidless, void,
Full of cold and mirth,
You cannot find one happy man,
On my planet earth,

So give up your dreams
And die while you can
Before it’s too late,
Cause there is not a single soul
Who can fight the goddess fate.