Han mai wahi hun….

Beautifully composed hindi poetry that I’m glad I stumbled upon today.. Every line echoes my sentiments so wonderfully..

khamosh dhadkanen

moon girl
 Han mai wahi hun…
Jiski zaat ko khuda ne zeenat hai kaha
 Han mai wahi hun
Jiski paidaish ko khuda ne shohrat hai kaha
 Mere khuda ne mere kadmo k neeche hi to hai Jannat rakh di
Wahan ki har khushbu, har thandhak mere aanchal me bhar di
 Han mai wahi hun
Jise mere khuda ne “maa” k shabad se bada khub sajaya hai
 Han mai wahi hun
Jiski khidmat karna “baap” se jada mere haq me aaya hai
   dekh khud ko ,kitna kamjor tu hai ho gaya
Kaisi dardnaak gunaho me tu hai kho gaya
 Han mai wahi hun
Jise rab ne nahi,tune jinda hai jalaya
 Han mai wahi hun
Jise rab ne nahi, tune Banjar hai banaya
 Mere mohabbat bhare dil ko kamjor samajh liya tune
mere aansuno ko kya sochkar bebaak samajh liya tune
 Han mai wahi hun
Jo paida nahi tujhse…

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Shattered Dreams

I dreamt a dream that never was to be;
I saw it shred to fragments, right in front of me.

Personal gain was not my intention.
Infliction of pain was never an option.

How all of this came about, I haven’t a clue.
I’m sure, though, my heart can’t be fixed with glue.

Now Allah’s pleasure is all that I crave;
Hope He gives me strength enough to be brave.

Nothing can we conceal from Him,
No matter how much our countenance appears grim.

Whatever within our bosom resides,
He is aware of it, and more besides.

Pray that I may never incur His wrath
And never stray from the Prescribed Path.

My life may be a complicated maze,
I’m confident my Lord will guide me through the haze.

He is my only Companion in distress,
My only Saviour from this materialistic mess.

My Lord, bless me with peace of mind
And grant me a place among the Righteous Kind..


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09:50 pm

Why does my heart still beat?

Why does my breathing persist?

I’ve lost my everything in life;

Then, why do I still exist?

Life’s tribulations seem too hard to bear

And there’s not a soul with whom I’d share

This intimidating burden, unfair

Lest they too plunge into despair.

A tiny voice within me squeaks;

In a soothing tone, these words she speaks:

“Listen, my dear, don’t weep and moan.

Take heart, my dear, you’re not alone.

Allah, your Lord, is the answer to your woes..

He is your Saviour from all foes.

Call on Him to lighten your load,

Implore Him to show you the Road

That leads to Him and the Promised Abode.”

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