LOL.. itni taareef woh bhee itni ziadaah tanQeed kaY saath… kamal he ho gayaa…
yaar maiN naY kabhi apnaY aap ko muhaajir samjhaa hee naheeN:p Yeh Zameen Allah kee hai aur Allah kee zameen maiN jahaaN insaan ho wahaaN Allah bhee zaroor hai tau ajnabiyat kaisee… yeh waqai intehaai ajeeb baat hai kaY meri koi nazm, ghazal, sher, qita’ wagheraa iss mozu par naheeN hai laikin waqiyah yeh hai kaY maiN naY kabhi khud kaheeN likhaa thaa:
MaiN naY kabhi khud saY koi sher kehnaY kee koshish hee naheeN kee… When the time heals, the very same time, the thoughts of gardens and roses remind me of deserts and unfaithfulness of the most faithfuls in this world we face Then, starts the rythm of words from inside the heart without measuring the weight a.k.a “Wazan,” “Qafiya,” “Radeef,” “Beh’r,” or “tuk-bandi”.. It just happens…
Mohabbat ka tajurba khushgawar nahi hai? Ya aap tareek pehlo par zeyada nazar rakhtay hain.
Har aik ko aik jaisaa tajurbaa naheeN hotaa.. agar HaQeeQat pasandi taareek pehlu kaa doosraa naam hai, tau aap kee baat kaafi hud tukk saheeh hai..
Darwesh kay kheyal sai mujhay itafaq hai. Insan apnay mahol sai zaroor mutasir hota hai jabkeh aap ki nazam ka mahol bilkul Pakistani hai.
hamaari rooh bhee Pakistani hai..
Then, starts the rythm of words from inside the heart without measuring the weight a.k.a “Wazan,” “Qafiya,” “Radeef,” “Beh’r,” or “tuk-bandi”.. It just happens…