tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500197566644587952011-07-28T22:46:39.588-07:00My poetry.. most of them in urdu Ghazal Nazam I love to read.. love writtingsmNabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08386605951135951740noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350019756664458795.post-36538171601234527962009-10-08T13:55:00.000-07:002009-10-08T14:50:00.384-07:00There isn't a jingling sound...<br /><br />When someone's heart blown,<br />Or a relation breakdown<br />breaking up of toughest bond<br />There isn't a jingling sound...<br /><br /><br />When your love leave you alone,<br />All the thoughts and dreams flown<br />And when it bleeds an aching wound<br />There isn't a jingling sound...<br /><br />When you feel alone like hell,<br />From a buried harness bell<br />And something you lose while being found<br />There isn't a jingling sound...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350019756664458795-3653817160123452796?l=merinazmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>smNabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08386605951135951740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350019756664458795.post-72619596460141556872009-10-08T13:39:00.000-07:002009-10-08T13:54:35.229-07:00اپنوں کے چھوٹنے پر آواز نہیں ہوتی<br />دل کے ٹوٹنے پر آواز نہیں ہوتی<br /><br />آسان ہے یہ کہنا "تم کوئی نہیں میرے"<br />رشتوں کے ٹوٹنے پر آواز نہیں ہوتی<br /><br />اب کیسے میں یہ کہدوں کہ تم کو بھلادوںگا<br />یادوں کہ لوٹنے پر آواز نہیں ہوتی<br /><br />It is still incomplete...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350019756664458795-7261959646014155687?l=merinazmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>smNabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08386605951135951740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350019756664458795.post-70165821081146656292007-11-01T06:32:00.000-07:002007-11-01T06:33:38.168-07:00<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Aé dost mujhé téri qadar, Eid Mubarak!<br />Aata mé magar duur hai ghar, Eid Mubarak!<br /> <br />Tumhara harr din yoheen Mubarak rahé sada..<br />Khushi se katen sham o seher, Eid Mubarak!<br /> <br />Itna tu mumkin hai k rakhoon duaoon mé<br />Lag jai tumhé méri Umar, Eid Mubarak!<br /> <br />Yé dua hai méri tumko milén SakRoon Eidain<br />Har Eid per Mé tumko kahoon "Eid Mubarak!" </span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350019756664458795-7016582108114665629?l=merinazmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>smNabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08386605951135951740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350019756664458795.post-78234426183024567452007-07-17T04:58:00.000-07:002007-07-17T05:08:01.746-07:00It is a "Belated Birthday wish" I wrote for my beloved boss (now he is my Ex boss but a good friend:)<br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">I was just counting down the date</p><p align="center">Waiting a party to celebrate</p><p align="center">Oh! I am sorry; I am too late! </p><p align="center">I had nothing to participate</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br />A lovable person, a likeable man</p><p align="center">God may keep You from hassle and pain </p><p align="center">Grant you nice things, you want to gain</p><p align="center">You are in fact the Crown of Sultan**</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br />You are a person Nice and Fair,</p><p align="center">Generally found very rare</p><p align="center">I have nothing to give You share </p><p align="center">But few words and a lot of prayer</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"><br />I wrote all of this for your birthday</p><p align="center">But I am sorry; I do delay…</p><p align="center">That you live long is what I pray..</p><p align="center">With a colorful life that will never gray </p><p align="center">And enthusiasm for every day</p><p align="center">In your praise I can just say </p><p align="center">"You Are the Best! Among all meet,</p><p align="center">Either in Castle or Open Street".</p><p align="left">**The MD of that company and afther of my boss was Mr Sultan</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350019756664458795-7823442618302456745?l=merinazmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>smNabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08386605951135951740noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350019756664458795.post-39985752184065145192007-07-16T22:55:00.000-07:002007-07-16T23:53:57.504-07:00<em>I Composed this one when I was studying in class 8th in may be in soem 1995 or 96... </em><br />(Reading Note: read "Basté" as Bastai sounds like in Nestlé)<br /><br />Yeh hay Hamari Class<br />Basté hen ismé 1 se 1 OoL JalooL<br />Dekhen zaraa Noman ko..<br />Ata Hua hay poora ka poora In the Dhool <em>(Mitti)<br /></em>Dekhen Malik Zishan Ko ab..<br />Kahté hen isko mental to Kabhi fool<br />Imraan Hen Hamari Class k ek Ajooba<br />Kehté hen sam unko PahaRi Chooha..<br />Tahir hen is Class ke ek Honahaar bachché<br />khaté hen ye Umooman Amrood Kachché<br />Nabeel to rehté hen yahan Buhat Parishan.. <em>(another Nabeel other than me)<br /></em>Aana ho jab School to jaté hen wo Dukaan....<br /><em>( **In Ashar K baad Achanak Ghalib ka Hamla Kuch Yoon Hua** )</em><br />Ye Nazm Likhraha hoon Apne Zoq k liea..<br />Hargis Yahaan Kisi sé Adawat nahi mujhé..<br />Agar Naraaz hay to Bataday Abhi abhi...!<br />Kissi ko Naraaz Karné ki hasrat nahi mujhé<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350019756664458795-3998575218406514519?l=merinazmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>smNabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08386605951135951740noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-350019756664458795.post-21085756684277364832007-06-19T07:58:00.000-07:002007-06-19T08:02:39.285-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>me tum ko ye batata hoon k mujhko kon bhata hai<br />me tum ko ye batata hoon mera dil kis pe aata hai<br />me tum ko ye batata hoon k kab dukhta hai dil mera<br />me tum ko ye batata hoon k kab dil muskurata hai<br /><br />masuumiat se unsiat buhat mehsuus karta hoon<br />harrafa sift logon se mera dil jee churaata hai<br />k izzat dil me barhtee hai jo me sharm o haya dekhon<br />k jisme behayai ho kioon usko me bhala dekhoon…<br /><br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai k jiska lehja dheema ho<br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai k jis k dil me eema ho<br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai k naiki jisko piari ho<br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai burai jis se haari ho<br /><br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai ikhlaaq jis k achche hon<br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai k jiso piaray bachche hon<br /><br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai k jo wadon ka pakka ho<br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai k jo baton ka sachcha ho<br /><br /><br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai jo farz apna kare puura<br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai jo haq lekar rahe puura<br /><br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai jo qismat khud banata ho<br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai jo chahta ho wo pata ho..<br /><br />mujhe wo shakhs bhata hai jo muqaddar se na gila kare<br />kamyabian hon ya nakamian wo koshishen barmala kare<br /><br />mujhe her shakhs bhata hai k jis me kuch bhi achcha hai<br />wo lamba hai ya choota hai wo boorha hai ya bacchha hai<br /><br /><br />by<br />S. M Nabeel Dibaji</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/350019756664458795-2108575668427736483?l=merinazmen.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>smNabilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08386605951135951740noreply@blogger.com0