Barq Girti Hai To Becharay Musalmaanon Per

"Ummatein Aur Bhi Hein, Is Mein Gunaahgaar Bhi Hein
Ijz Walay Bhi Hein, Mast Maye Pandaar Bhi Hein
In Mein Kaahil Bhi Mein, Ghaafil Bhi Hein, Hushyaar Bhi Hein
Sainkroon Hein Jo Tere Naam Say Beezar Bhi Hein
Rehmatein Hein Teere Aghyaar K Kashaanon Per
Barq Girti Hai To Becharay Musalmaanon Per"

Yaad (Dashte Tanhai):

Dasht-e-tanhaee main ai jaan-e-jahaan larzaan hai
Teri aavaaz kay saaey, teray honton kay saraab
Dasht-e-tanhaee main dooree kay khas-o-khaak talay
Khil rahay hain teray pehloo kay saman or gulaab
Uth rahee hai kaheen qurbat say teri saaNs kee aanch
Apnee khushboo main sulagti hooee madham madham
Door ufaq paar chamaktee hooee qatra qatra
Gir rahee hai teri dildaar nazar kee shabnam
Is qadar payaar say ai jaan-e-jahaan rakha hai
Dil kay rukhsaar pay is waqt teri yaad nain haath
YooN gumaan hota hai gerchay hai abhee subh-e-firaaq
Dhal gaya hijr ka din aa bhi gaee wasl ki raat.

Translation:
In the wasteland of solitude, my love,
quivers shadows of your voice, illusions of your lips.
In the wasteland of solitude, from the dusts of parting
Sprout jasmines and roses of your presence
From somewhere close by,
rises the warmth of your breathand in its own aroma smolders, slowly, bit by bit.
Far-off, across the horizon, drop by glistening drop
Falls the dew of your beguiling glance.
With such overwhelming love,
O my love, your memory has placed its hand on my heart's cheek,
that it looks as if (though it's still the dawn of the adieu) the sun of parting has set;
the night of union has come.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Tell them, still we'll speak!

They say, "We wouldn't Hear!"
Tell them that makes their Doom near!!
We'll get our Due and Right…!
Through UN Plebiscite.

They say, "You were Weak!"
Tell them, still we'll Speak!
To the Whole World…
History's Hdden Truth Unfurled.

They say, "You are Alone!"
Tell them, let it be Known!!
Soon a Legend will be Made..
'cause we Dare Call Spade a Spade.

They say, "It is a Tempest in the Sea!"
Tell them, so shall it be!
Now there is no Reason to Fear.
That is what we Like and Dear.

They say, "You can't Survive!"
Tell them, We'll Show you Thrive!
With our Will and Sweat.
The Success we will Meet…

Tell them, still we'll speak!

They say, "We want to Engage!"
Tell them, we Call it Bondage!
Peace you Don't want to Taste.
Alas, 61 Years you let Waste…!

They say, "Think of Yourself!"
Tell them, we have Left Self at the Shelf!
We have Come out with Love and Care…
all what we have for Everyone to Share…

They say, "We'll make you Split!"
Tell them, "It Signs of your Fits!"
We will Join all our Hands,
and Free all our Lands…

They say, "Our State they'll Divide!"
Ha! Jeer at them that They can't even Hide,
their Plot and Nefarious Designs…,
and their "Communal" and Colonial signs… !!

By: Naqshab Afra (documentary film-maker)

Soon we will be free?

They ask when it'll be,
that J&K will be free?

Tell them, it is very near…
that day they will have to cheer!

Let the whole world know
We haven't and we wouldn't bow!

Chanakyas have to go
into their own barrows!

They know what they have done
Today they need to run!

Their heart must be filled with shame
For Nazi's, it was same!!

They made us weep and pain
Now it is time to reap and gain!!

The fruits of sweat, tears and blood,
Treaded on the way we shed!

By: Naqshab Afra (documentary film-maker)

THE MESSAGE

It was early in the morning at four, When death knocked upon a bedroom door, Who is there? The sleeping one cried. I'm Malkul Mawt, let me inside. At once, the man began to shiver, As one sweating in deadly fever, He shouted to his sleeping wife, Don't let him take away my life. Please go away, O Angel of Death! Leave me alone; I'm not ready yet. My family on me depends, Give me a chance, O please prepense! The angel knocked again and again, Friend! I'll take your life without a pain, Tis your soul Allah requires, I come not with my own desire. Bewildered, the man began to cry, O Angel I'm so afraid to die, I'll give you gold and be your slave, Don't send me to the unlit grave. Let me in, O Friend! The Angel said, Open the door; get up from your bed, If you do not allow me in, I will walk through it, like a Jinn. The man held a gun in his right hand, Ready to defy the Angel's stand. I'll point my gun, towards your head, You dare come in; I'll shoot you dead. By now the Angel was in the room, Saying, O Friend! Prepare for you doom. Foolish man, Angels never die, Put down your gun and do not sigh. Why are you afraid! Tell me O man, To die according to Allah's plan? Come smile at me, do not be grim, Be Happy to return to Him. O Angel! I bow my head in shame, I had no time to take Allah's Name. From morning till dusk, I made my wealth, Not even caring for my health. Allah's command I never obeyed, Nor five times a day I ever prayed. A Ramadan came and a Ramadan went, But no time had I to repent. The Hajj was already FARD on me, But I would not part with my money. All charities I did ignore, Taking usury more and more. Sometimes I sipped my favorite wine, With flirting women I sat to dine. O Angel! I appeal to you, Spare my life for a year or two. The Laws of Quran I will obey, I'll begin SALAT this very day. My Fast and Hajj, I will complete, And keep away from self-conceit. I will refrain from usury, And give all my wealth to charity, Wine and wenches I will detest, Allah's oneness I will attest. We Angels do what Allah demands, We cannot go against His commands. Death is ordained for everyone, Father, mother, daughter or son. I'm afraid this moment is your last, Now be reminded, of your past, I do understand your fears, But it is now too late for tears. You lived in this world, two score and more, Never did you, your people adore. Your parents, you did not obey, Hungry beggars, you turned away. Your two ill-gotten, female offspring, In nightclubs, for livelihood they sing. Instead of making more Muslims, You made your children non-Muslims. You ignored the Mua'dhin Adhaan, Nor did you read the Holy Quran. Breaking promises all your life, Backbiting friends, and causing strife. From hoarded goods, great profits you made, And your poor workers, you underpaid. Horses and cards were your leisure, Moneymaking was your pleasure. You ate vitamins and grew more fat, With the very sick, you never sat. A pint of blood you never gave, Which could a little baby save? O Human, you have done enough wrong, You bought good properties for a song. When the farmers appealed to you, You did not have mercy, tis true. Paradise for you? I cannot tell, Undoubtedly you will dwell in hell. There is no time for you to repent, I'll take your soul for which I am sent. The ending however, is very sad, Eventually the man became mad With a cry, he jumped out of bed, And suddenly, he fell down dead. O Reader! Take moral from here, You never know, your end may be near Change your living and make amends For heaven, on your deeds depends. If this poem inspires you, It can help someone too. At least take sometime, and do not make it ban And send it to as many people as you can. What do you have for your END? Take Care with: The END The End The End

Alias!! My Na'fis Is Hell Bent To Ruin Me

Alias!! My Na'fis Is Hell Bent To Ruin Me

O my Nafs! For how long will you remain in obstinate rebellion?
For how long will you remain stiff-necked, refusing to bow down?
For how long will you continue down the path of destruction?
Death approaches on swift wings, grasping hands outstretched
yet you are carefree, deeming yourself safe from his grip.
The grave beckons, soon to reach up and engulf you,
yet you remain heedless.
O my Nafs! I complain to my Lord concerning you, you and your companion,
seeking refuge in Him from your oppression.
For how long will you remain standing over me,
a tyrant commanding with evil?
For how long will you endeavour to enslave me to passion?
You aim to fill my heart with darkness.
I seek from my Lord Light and Forgiveness.
O my Nafs! Has not the time come for you to humble yourself before your Creator?