Kocha Sakhn – Express Urdu

Ghazal
It was to be worn by your hands, worn by someone
Also worn casually
When you sent it, it came to the third world
Where did I wear this collar with my pleasure?
Love is the garment that enchants me
Woven by your will, worn by your good nature
The sun covered the color of the face
Snow wore a cold tone
See the scene you saw again
Even thy dismounted jewel, wear’d with joy
(Zeeshan Murtaza. Paharpur)

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Ghazal
My heart is not against anyone, nor am I on anyone’s side
From eternity we are on a journey towards knowledge
Thank God love held hands
Take the first step towards life
A star landed in Murree’s bedroom
I took the red flower and walked towards the fairy
It was a strange night, that night of separation
The lamps were towards me and I towards the light
There we will meet the birds of our desire
To which river you go every evening
It cannot even be the speed of light
This is how my heart pulls me towards the street
I have been washed with love
The doors of the heart are open to everyone
I was a supporter of Tara Rashid even in those days
That when you were on my side, I was not on anyone’s side
(Rashid Ali Markhiani. Larkana)

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Ghazal
Along with the body, the soul also thirsts for it
Sadness hurts his dead heart
There is a great fear in my eyes like dying
What kind of face was that happy look of him?
Well don’t relate to it, there is will
What would be the harm if you listen to him a little bit?
If the heart sinks, who is its guarantor?
Why is there no way to drain it?
One is that Guara is not even named Tara
And that’s why Bani moves like that
There is no one else in the city like this
And then his poetic knowledge on it
(Hasib-ul-Hasan, Khushab)

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Ghazal
Hussain will be very much where you are
Show us if there is anyone in the city
The likeness of you was not created
Say the same as us if there is any sight
Now is a time in which no one belongs to anyone
There is only one for us in Lahore
Finding one is lonely among so many people
Someone shouts to say that he is at home, someone?
There has been some kind of famine where I have flowers
There is none on the side or branch in any ovary
There is a difference between houses and houses
Call it a house, man, this house is someone
I don’t know what will become of such a relationship, friend
He is not afraid of anyone, I am not afraid of anyone
It is a strange situation that now Anjum
All day there is no one and all night there is no one
(Imtiaz Anjam. Okada)

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Ghazal
I have not been the same since I was born to you
You think, I am not the same
Confused by this business of Dahar
Our love is no longer in my head
That’s why I didn’t say anything to you
Which I haven’t wanted in ages
It is also true that my sight is no longer there
It is true that your appearance has not been spared either
What is it that you walked away from the maked of Utke
This is not a good idea
Yaru Marri is an example of such a person
Whom no one likes
Sajid’s life is sacrificed for you
He never claimed love
(Sheikh Muhammad Sajid. Lahore)

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Ghazal
No attachment to the world and money
Don’t die forever with noise and evil
If there is an opportunity, it is necessary to talk
You speak to Nao, I to the whirlwind
Surely there should be no mother in my world
But always stay connected with your door
One of your migrations was a permanent campaign
Otherwise, they were temporary with most of them here
Jami has the right to believe in the person of God
I am about to fly with a broken wing
(Recommended Jami. Khushab)

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Ghazal
Did you ruin us with Qareen?
Hunger freed from the anxiety of imprisonment
There was a tradition of stabbing wounds here
A human then invented the accent
We belong to a loyal tribe
Chosen because of the occupation of the ancestors
Now no one wanders in pursuit of mirages
The camp has been settled by removing the desert
This facility has been given to me by my talent
Expressed the feeling in the form of poetry
There is no limit to the wonder of Ishq Haider
Someone made Salman and someone made Muqdad
This wonder of the forager is zam zam
Only pain was released in the prescription of pain
(Mukram Hussain Awan. Gujranwala)

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Ghazal
By getting lost in thoughts on the limit of possibilities
I made a new color, mixed with growth color
This disturbance would have swept away Kon and Makan
I would have gone astray if I had dissolved into the cell
From my understanding, this earth and sama became clear
The light reflected in my blood
As the objects in the sky make space
You also shine in the light of dead thoughts
Praise be to his art of writing
Wounded like a tattoo, dissolved into a thread of blood
(Tawheed Zeb Rahim Yar Khan)

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“Don’t understand”
The world explained to us
That any questions come to the situation
So call it a fodder
Or picking moisture from his yellow eyes
Sitting on half-open wounds of the body
Crime happens!
Just before sharing the stars
To adorn one’s chalk with a patch
And a new star was born on it
By begging
By waving hands in the heavy atmosphere
Nothing is gained
There is only one chance
Tears on sorrows in the form of poems
Or the dust of one’s feet
Getting into the heart of the poems
Picking tears while going in vain
Touching the moon’s rays
The game is on!
And in the game who loses
Call it failure!
So if they fail then we are
Those who were explained by the world but
Did not understand anything
(Ahmad Owais. Faisalabad)

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Ghazal
The lamp kept burning
I kept calling you in my dream
Life was a heavy stone
I kept picking it up
The place where the letter was to be drawn to me
I kept making circles there
I saw the growing shadow
Khurshid kept smiling at me
Henna applied on those lines
I have been making horoscopes here
Wake up all night on the flowing river
He ate the darkness of the night
I am dying of thirst in the desert, Adeel
Although the river kept calling me
(Adeel Abbas Adeel. Khushab)

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Ghazal
All human beings will fall down with lazy eyes
This damage will continue to be done by lazy eyes
Living houses, it’s just a glance
Gone are the sudden, desolate eyes
I pray for you, my deceiver
Once again, forgive me, my merciful eyes
I am cursing myself, I am dying now
It has been for a lifetime, eyes that are soulful
O soul of the oppressor, I have fallen on your eyes
I will do it all, the eyes of the sacrifice
I used to stop you, that’s why Hamza
Not even you, surprised eyes
(Rana Hamza Kisuki. Hafizabad)

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