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She says its humor

September 12, 2008 at 7:18 pm · Filed under English Poetry, English Thoughts ·Tagged

She says its Humor

Beautiful eyes stare at me with glare
I had so many thoughts for her to share
with low voice and scattered words I said
You are my Pair
She says its humor


She thinks of moon and makes it sashay in heart
I look at miles away moon in sky and thought
with all her beauty and grace fill my soul and heart
sky has moon and you are mine
She says its humor



hours of thought and labour of pretend
what does moon has to attend?
take only a minute to hurt a heart, I avow
years it take to make it mend
She says its humor

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A few days more

September 9, 2008 at 4:47 pm · Filed under English Poetry, English Thoughts, Urdu Poetry

Original Urdu Version :

Chand roz aur merii jaan faqat chand he roz

zulm kii chaoon mein dam lenay per majaboor hain hum
ik zaraa aur sitam seh lein, tadap lein, ro lein
apanay ajdaad ki meeras hay – maazoor hain hum jism par qaid hai jazbaat pe zanjeerien hain
fikr mahboos hai guftaar pe taazieerien hain
aur apnii himmat hay key hum phir bhi jiye jatey hain
zindagii kyaa kisi muflis kii qaba hay
jis mein har ghadii dard ke paiwand lage jaatey hain

lekin ab zulm ke miyaad ke din thore hain
ik zaraa sabr ki faryaad – ke thore hain

arsaa-e-dahar key jhulasi hui veerani mein
hum ko rahnaa hai , par yuun hi to nahin rahnaa hai
ajnabi haathon kaa benaam giraan-baar sitam
aaj sahnaa hai hameshaa to nahin sahna hai

ye teray husn se lipati hui aalaam kii gard
apanii do rozaa javaanii kii shikaston kaa shumaar
chaandanii raaton kaa bekaar dahakataa huaa dard
dil kii besuud tadap jism kii maayuus pukaar

chand roz aur merii jaan faqat chand hii roz
(Faiz Ahmed Faiz)

 

Translated English Version :

A few days more, my dear, only a few days. 

 

We are compelled to draw breath in the shadows of tyranny; 

 

For a while longer let us bear oppression, and quiver, and weep: 

 

It is our ancestors` legacy, we are blameless; 

 

On our body is the fetter, on our feelings are chains, 

 

Our breaths are captive, on our speech are censorings; 

 

It is our courage that evens then we go on living. 

 

Is life some beggar`s gown, on which 

 

Every hour patches of pain are fixed? 

 

But now the days of the span of tyranny are few; 

 

Patience one moment, for the days of complaining is few. 

 

In the scorched desert of the space of this age 

 

We must stay, but not stay like this; 

 

The nameless, heavy oppression of foreign hands 

 

Today must be borne, but not always borne. 

 

The dust of tribulations enfolding your beauty, 

 

Counting of the frustrations of our youth of two days, 

 

Futile burning pain of moonlit nights, 

 

The heart`s profitless throbbing, the body`s despairing cry 

 

A few days more, my dear, only a few days.

 

translated by V.G. Kiernan 

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And I’d give up

August 2, 2008 at 5:50 pm · Filed under English Poetry, English Thoughts ·Tagged

And I’d give up forever to touch you
Cause I know that you feel me somehow
You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be
And I don’t want to go home right now
And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
Cause sooner or later it’s over
I just don’t want to miss you tonight

And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am

And you can’t fight the tears that ain’t coming
Or the moment of truth in your lies
When everything feels like the movies
Yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive
And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am….

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Die another day

June 20, 2008 at 5:37 pm · Filed under English Poetry ·Tagged ,

I’m gonna wake up, yes and no
I’m gonna kiss some part of
I’m gonna keep this secret
I’m gonna close my body now

I guess, die another day
I guess, die another day
I guess, die another day
I guess, die another day

I guess I’ll die another day
(Another day)
I guess I’ll die another day
(Another day)
I guess I’ll die another day
(Another day)
I guess I’ll die another day

Sigmund Freud
Analyze this
Analyze this
Analyze this

I’m gonna break the cycle
I’m gonna shake up the system
I’m gonna destroy my ego
I’m gonna close my body now

Uh, uh

I think I’ll find another way
There’s so much more to know
I guess I’ll die another day
It’s not my time to go

For every sin, I’ll have to pay
I’ve come to work, I’ve come to play
I think I’ll find another way
It’s not my time to go

I’m gonna avoid the cliche
I’m gonna suspend my senses
I’m gonna delay my pleasure
I’m gonna close my body now

I guess, die another day
I guess I’ll die another day
I guess, die another day
I guess I’ll die another day

I think I’ll find another way
There’s so much more to know
I guess I’ll die another day
It’s not my time to go

Uh, uh

I guess, die another day
I guess I’ll die another day
I guess, die another day
I guess I’ll die another day

Another day

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