Saturday, July 26, 2008

Khwaaboun waley.

Ye jo sar guzishta se phirte hain kitaabo'n waale
in se mat mil ke inhe rog hain khwaabo'n waale

ab maah-o-saal ki mohlat nahi milne waale
aa chuke ab to shab-o-roz azaabo'n waale

ab to sab dashna-o-khanjar ki zubaa'n bolte hain
ab kahaan log mohabbat ke nisaabo'n waale

jo dilo'n par hi kabhi hakaab zani karte thhey
ab gharo'n tak chale aaye wo nikaabo'n waale

zinda rehne ki tamanna ho to ho jaate hain
faakhto'n ke kirdaar bhi uqaabo'n waale

na mere zakhm khile hain na tera rang-e-hina
ab ke mousam hi nahi aaye gulaabo'n waale

yoon lagta hai ke qismat ka sikandar hai "FARAZ"
magar andaaz hain sab khaana kharaabo'n wale.

Monday, July 14, 2008


Pichhly peher ki raat thi,
tanhai or uski yad thi.
Chand ne mujhse kaha kon hy?
Mai ne kaha koi khaas nhi.
Bola zindgi kesi hy?
mai ne kaha koi saath nhi.
Bola phir kiya chahty ho?
mai ne kaha koi Aas nhi.
Bola tumne pyar kya hy?
mai ne kaha kuch Yad nhi.
Bola tumhary sath bhe dohka howa?
Mai ne kaha asi koi bat nhi.
Bola phir ek bat kahon tumse?
Mai ne kaha koi aetraz nhi.
Bola phir tumny pyar kia hai or wo tere sath nai.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008


What happened to those days when my faith was strong?

When I wouldn't dare think of doing anything wrong

When my trust in Allah would lead me through

The good and bad, the old and new

What happened to the days when my prayer was sincere?

When there was absolutely nothing on earth I would fear

When I was certain that Allah was very near

And would run to Him and leave all else that is dear

What happened to those days when I could recite well?

When I bought Paradise and this world I would sell

When my heart was pure and all full of light

When my Salah was my source of strength and might

What's wrong my soul, why did you fall?

Don't you know that Allah hears your call?

A little test like this shouldn't beat you so

It shouldn't pull you down to a level so low

Don't you know that Allah always chooses what is best

And that this is all part of a previously planned test

Allah is Great, Allah is Al-Hakeem

His ways are just, no matter how hard it may seem

Hold on my soul, to the fireball in your palm

Hold on tight and when it burns, be calm

Whenever it falls, bend down and restart

Let out the tears and wipe clean that heart

Get back on your feet and go back to those days

You will soon see this is only a transient phase--

Source: This poem has been taken from this blog, with many thanks.