an attempt at writing urdu poetry 🙂
URDU
Kaanch keh tookreh haamareh dil meh jumgeh
Tookreh tookreh kaath keh poora hoon goom ghaya
Laghta hai Jesé yampeh mawt aghee
Akhe, aur chalte, chalte zameen wih oorghi
meri jaan jookta rehta hai,
jhese kise neh bichle lagaywiheh
lafs moo seh nikle keh rook jah ti heh,
yaapeh kooch retah nee..
Is mohol meh dil ke batteh ke baateh banteya or tooteyeh
yaape jaan or durd milte hai ,
aikh haat meh zindagi, or oolta haat meh kismet,
jagaa keh aakhe bhun kabhi ne hoti,
poora raat usman dekhe ghoomte roh,
rooh ghoomta jara hai,
aur app pasehreteh hoh,
yeh logh bolte heh ham musliman hai,
patah ne lagta manzal or madinah donoh jannat ke gar hai
tu khon ho?
Aap kareem hoh? App Ar rahman hoh?
jese laghtai heh humlogh doophe ghe
pyaas laghti heh, kabhi hatam ni hoti,
Ab mera kaanch tootgiya
Aur meh Moti jese bhangyioo
zhair nikhlta hai mere ankhe seh
akhiyan bolte hai ‘yeah hamara ghur nehai’
Jannat abh bhunnayghee
Yaaphe ghosla awr Jagra hoi gha
Saaf rakha nah
ENGLISH
Shattered pieces of glass have gathered and formed in my chest
Piece by piece cutting through, and all the become has vanished
It seems as though death has occurred here,
Resting, while slowly walking the ground too has risen and flown away
My life jolting
As if a lightening bolt has struck it
Words leave my mouth then become stunted.
Nothing remains here
In this town, the talk of heart either are created or destroyed,
You can find life and pain here,
In one hand you find life, and the other you find destiny
After awakening, your eyes will never close
You stare at the night sky rotating around,
And your soul also spins rotating around,
But you remain stuck
These people call themselves muslims,
Little do they know the temple and madina mosque are both places for heavens home
Who are you?
Who are you ? Are you All Merciful?
It seems as though we have drowned,
We are thirsty, and the thirst never ends
Now my glass is broken,
And I have become like small pearl beads,
Poison leaks through my eyes,
My eyes speak saying ‘this is not our home’
Now heaven will be created
There will be a big war
Keep it clean
By cutting, all the blood has become lost
Seems like a death has occurred here
Having arrived, walking walking the ground has too flown
This is the town.
Here the stories of the heart are made and broken
Inside here there is life and hurt
The temple and the mosque both places of the heavens house
I have drowned
My glass has broken
I have become like pearls
And poison has got stuck in my eyes