A few shairs [urdu]

Kaash meri zindagi mein tum aaye na hote,

Aankhon mein itne khuwab sajaaye na hote,

Itna dard jo mujhe tum de kar chale gaye,

Koi aya na hota tou yeh zulm dhaya na hota,

Kaash meri tanhai mujhse roothe na hote.

–Sheikha.

Waqt dhoka de gaya mujhe lekin

Tumhari yaadein abhi baaki hai

Kitni jaldi doobta hai suraj aur raat

Doob jaati hai apne hi andhere mein.

–Sheikha.

Isi andhere ujaale mein baatein ki tumse,

Jab parchai lagta tha tumhara paas hona.

–Sheikha.

Ilzaam doun bhi agar tou kis ko doun,
Meri taraf nazar kabhi huwi nahi tumhari,
Jalte hai hum khoobsurti se itna kyun,
Mujh par nazrein tiki nahi tumhari kabhi.

–Sheikha.

Ijaazat ho agar thori der aur ruk jaayun
Saari umar nikl gayi ab saansein baaki hai

–Sheikha.

shair (urdu)

Waqt dhoka de gaya mujhe lekin
Tumhari yaadein abhi baaki hai
Kitni jaldi doobta hai suraj aur raat
Doob jaati hai apne hi andhere mein.

–Sheikha.

Our Day.

We shall be together one day, 

When we live it for us, in Heaven, 

Someday, one day; our day will come, 

When the sun shall set for the moon 

& the stars will shine on us forever. 

Understand this 

We’ve been separated by the world, but 

The day of ever lasting happiness, 

Thru fields of sunshine golden hay, 

Blithe & gay, castles we’ll build in air, 

Where angels on clouds yodel idly, on 

Mountains of honey tipped silver stardust, 

Where milk white pigeons grace the sky, & 

The world’s sins into blessings become, 

Where our love be the only law of life, & 

Like freed prisoners of misfortune time, 

Them we’ll watch, from our world, & 

Laugh on the day we lost; to win for us, 

For that one day, I live today for the end. 

Durr lagta hai tumharey har vaade se, 

Tanha hi nazar ayi khud ko hamesha se, 

Har waqt jo palat kar dekhna chaha tumhe, 

Jab bhi kehte jaane se pehle mujhse ke 

Aankhein jhapakte mein wapis ajaunga, lekin 

Ek sadi beet gayi hoti thi tumharey lautne par.

-Sheikha

Mujhe yaad hai woh lamha jaagti subah ka, 

Aur mere nazron ke saamne ka dhuwaan, 

Kya woh badalte mausam ka ittefaq tha?

Ya aasman par rangon ka koi khel tha?

-Sheikha.

Dry Tears.

Subdued dreams in my eyes 

Essence they’ve yet to find, 

Sweet flames of bitter desire, 

What fire burns in my chest? 

Lonely are these nights, 

How do I sleep them? 

I can’t write any longer, 

Dry tears spill on my cheek. 

You may be far but close, 

The reason my heart beats 

It feels you are missing, 

And I drown in these memories. 

Find me a reason to live, 

Tell me how I can forget 

To take a breath when 

I’m not thinking of you. 

Save me before I die, 

Loneliness is a habit now, 

Your voice I hear at night 

Myself I’ve begun to lose. 

Oh, I beg for help 

Soaked in my own tears, 

Dry tears I blink in my eyes, 

Haven’t I cried enough, God?

-Sheikha. 

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Well, I didn’t quite know the Hindi category existed here…since I’ve discovered it, I thought I may post in my amateur attempt at shairi…

I’ve written a few, like beginners work, but my command over the Urdu language isn’t strong enough to write Ghalib style…

Bear with it, if you don’t like it…

Is veerane dasht mein kho kar paya kisi ne kuch nahi

Aaye the toofan dhundne jalti huwi ret mein

Lekin kisi mein woh baat na thi tum jaisi

Ek tumhi the jiske bharose mein bhikr tou sakti.

I admit I am hesitant…

 -Sheikha. 

Rapunzel

A spontaneous write in a person’s scrapbook on the site orkut…it all started with the usual yada yadas on what I do with my life, bored with the patented script of answers that documented it, I thought we toddle with the Grimm Brothers’ literature attempts, i.e., if the writer of Rapunzel were the Grimm Brothers…?

I was rapunzel living in a tall locked up tower and waiting for a prince to rescue me by ways of my long tresses. I had a wicked witch as a benefactress, considering my parents were thieves and stole tomatoes from her garden while my mum was expecting me, to nourish me hoping i’d turn out rosy (cheezy). After I was born, the wicked witch (well not so wicked since she did manage to grow me up into a damsel without a single blemish or scar and supplying me amply with skin tonics and creams -it was actually a dream of my other witch mother’s to have a pretty daughter since she fought terribly in her youth with ugliness)…anyway, coming back to the tale, I kinda wonder why she had me all locked up, I suppose she didn’t trust my hormones as soon as I turned 16 and that I’d probably elope with some dim witted pauper. My original tomato stealing parents never put up a lost and found for me or my timid father (I say timid ’cause he caved into my mum’s demands of stealing…rather he have belted her) come fighting through thorny weeds and dragons for his only forlorn daughter. I actually like my wicked mum because she had better plans set for me even before my birth (my original mum had full plans of birthing me incarcerated had my wicked mum have not been such an evil witch). So, I ended up with Prince, though my wicked mum couldn’t endure the loss of me and she tried to kill the handsome, chivalrous prince…only, I was kinda sick of seeing such an ugly old hag each day of my life and she was so overwhelmingly overbearing! I needed a life of fancy shoes and frilly frocks. So, without a second thought and much ado, I pushed my wicked mum out of the tall tower window. I haven’t heard from her since then, but I do know she isn’t dead. She’s a witch remember! And I do believe she had hidden wings.

The end.

-Sheikha

PS: I thought it darn cute

Let me.

Let me be the one to take your heart away,
Let me make you in madness sway,
Let me be the one into your life to walk,
Let me give to the door of your heart a knock,
Let me be the one for your love to turn weak,
Let me for you from all the world happiness seek,
Let me be the one to know this pain tender,
Let me for your one smile my life surrender,
Let me be the one when in love that you punish,
Let me from your life all the sadness banish,
Let me be the one with you to go through all,
Let me catch you if ever you should fall,
Let me be the one on this wild horse to take you round,
Let me in wait for you into the sea of time drown,
Let me be the one to live in you if ever we part,
Let me like a pulse beat in your heart,
Let me be the one in rain with whom you’d play,
Let me live only for you night and day,
Let me be the one whose name you call in nights alone,
Let me in search of you all the dark streets roam,
Let me be the one to whom you’d fly as lonesome dove,
Let me for you win your losing battle of love.

Sheikha.