Kocha Sakhn – Express Urdu

Ghazal
There is a season of some temperate life
There is a flag on someone’s fault
The first C is no longer in the mood!
The accent is the sargam of someone’s speech
A reflection of the dead image may also appear
The corner of someone’s eye is moist
I have been feeling low for several days
Nala Shab-i-Faraq is something less than that
There is also memory in solitude
But Khyaal-i-Yar is also the same
There is a rumor that he is also sad
He also felt some sorrow for me
I burn from head to toe in my own fire
The wound of some regrets has been healed!
There was something that touched my heart
You are tired of Muharram
(Rafi Yousufi Muharram. Karachi)

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Ghazal
Be your whole Eid day
I spent the day of Eid crying
If you look at the moon in the window
Today would be our Eid day
Someone should ask Tawahl-e-Quds
How was your Eid day?
I have to be happy
Who will give Gaadhara the day of Eid?
Have you seen the carnage?
How does this count the day of Eid?
Let’s embrace ourselves
Today is Arshad, my friend, the day of Eid
(Arshad Mahmood Arshad. Sir Godha)

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Ghazal
Shafaq Gulab Dhank Rang Noor Sham Sanam
All these sanams are dim before you
Sometimes the sun will haunt us
We will stay in the shadow of memory
We have mentioned Tara in each ghazal
Kalam Sanam written in memory of Teri
The Book of Heart is attributed to you
The name Sanam is written on each sheet
Flowers bloomed in the garden just for the sake of seeing
Now more than that will not be arranged
Love begins with your name
What is the end of love for you?
Shadab got inspiration from Hasan
Your name Sanam is written on the ghazal
(Muhammad Kaleem Shadab. Akot, Akola District, Maharashtra, India)

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Ghazal
So do not despair from the last expectation
That they are looking at you with great expectation
Before you forget me, think about what if
I came out different than expected!
Laughter is my surprise, I have this role
What is better than dead expectation?
He proves his existence
calls him when someone, expectantly
And now this is what I say to those who meet
Never be deceived by any expectation
(Zubair Hamza. Fort Didar Singh)

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Ghazal
When there is no tilak masti
I can’t breathe
Everything is smooth in Wasl
There are no jokes in hijr
In Aashiqui’s new offices
Nowadays there are no recruitments
Friends in the lottery of life
There are no slips in thought
Now for the coins in Murree’s pocket
There are no sleeping pills
The Hajar valley is strange in that
Winter is not summer
We poor people have a sigh
Ignorant! There are no swings
If you would have believed what Mary said
Such wastes do not happen
Be kind to me now
There are no goddesses of poetry
(Recommended Jami. Sweet)

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Ghazal
Years have passed, as far as they can go
One’s migration is available continuously
It is like a dream
Who has the color of youth
There is no sense of life after you
How can I say after you? Available!
It is the same way of life in a sense
Suffering in some places, coins are available in some places
No one is even looking at us
We have clothes that are affordable
This vastness of the world is less in the eyes of passion
Everything is available to the eyes
Where does that one person appear now?
Another thing is that I have a lot of money
Abide now, O supplicant of the dead heart
Let me look at the direction of the heart. Available!
I have looked at my Laila with the eyes of Qais
That is why I have Faisal
(Faisal Kashmiri – Gujranwala, Wazirabad)

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Ghazal
Disgrace is followed wherever I go
Loneliness kills me
I look for flaws in every creation of the creator
It is a cause of shame, then beauty dies
Glory is not knee-jerk, exalted is Mian
Who says that it is in bending, then the pie is dead
The father has done hard work for raising
My mother died for me
I could not get my son to work
Not so much familiarity with the work
I was not able to say the poetry of longing
And in art, there is a very famous Ektai Murri
(Rashid Hasrat. Quetta)

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Ghazal
I cannot tell the story of my pain
But I can’t even show my heart
I believe that he is afraid of me
I know I can’t celebrate it
He likes jewelry as well as a house
But I can’t give him anything
I am making you a shadow in the burning sun
I burn myself, I cannot burn you
I have left him at the request of my father
I cannot lower myself in the sight of mother
I am making you in my thoughts
I’m fading, I can’t erase you
Now she has come back, Arsal
But I cannot raise my hand again
(Arslan Sher – Kabul River, Nowshera)

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Ghazal
The color of the shirt is not found
With hard work, God gives a color of recognition
When I saw him today in anger, it dawned on me
The intensity of the pain is greater than the color of the rival
And getting the address of the nearest destination
Friends, I am like the color of my companions
Indecisiveness filled the courage and depression
When I saw the color of Rukh-e-Janaan flying
Not finding the difference is equal to injury
They are sad or the color of circulation
The excitement here continued to increase
After you, the color of the desolate heart did not change
(Arbab Iqbal Briar. Wahandu, Gujranwala)

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Ghazal
Do you ever see the effect of prayers at this level?
As much as they are, they should go and see their home
If only two or four morsels are available, they will live
No, we don’t want to see Lal and Ghar
We are not convinced by the crowd of friends, but still
Let us see the journey, which is the cause of relief
You will not get a chance to be a friend while you are alive
Indeed, if they are allowed to meet in Mahshar, then they will see death
My grief-stricken tongue is unable to pray
Let’s see if the heart doesn’t care
Our last wish has not yet been fulfilled
We just wanted to take a look at it
What is the ocean of our eyes dry who has that
Let us see him with tears of blood
Only on this breath are the breaths now forever
Be sorry for what you have done, look at it with pride
(Nadeem Daim. Haripur)

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Ghazal
All the bubbles sing with the tongue of fragrance
The green lawn is full of flowers
Since when do I die of the desire to live?
O life, where can I find you?
Do not judge everything with your own eyes
It happens every time it comes out of confusion
Never consider God’s creation as weak
An ant will sometimes hit a mountain
You don’t understand, you don’t believe, but you all know
The wounds that are in the dead heart, come from where
If you touch your heart, it will be lying somewhere
You can’t get this love from a shop
Shihab’s destiny in the world is progress
What comes out of every profit and loss
(Shahabullah Shahab. Munda, Dir Lower, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa)

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Ghazal
You say show your heart
I am just telling my heart
Well, there is no argument
You say I agree
A little bit of love
I shed tears from my eyes
I test my will
Let me test you a little
The lamp stings in the eyes
I know! I turn it off
Which causes the weather to be depressed
I hum the same song
Mana, I was extremely stingy
I don’t even save tears now
Open up to me, my friend
Bazi whenever I lose
Whatever is necessary
I forget the same thing
(Dr. Salim Ehsan. Gujranwala)

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