You are neither for earth nor for the heavens.
The world is for you; you are not for the world.
This garden is the place for pain and prayer.
Not for picking flowers or building a nest.
How long will you stay in the rivers of Ravi, Nile, and Farat?
Your ship was built for infinite oceans.
It was nothing, what we have exaggerated.
We made it more, just for our fantasies.
Feeling so empty, and hollow inside, Cannot believe I am writing a poem to a cigarette, but I feel so unsatisfied, unfulfilled, like this poem, half-finished.
O my friend, a heart does not need hate.All love good but do not even hate bad.Who does not want the softness of flowers?But do not be afraid of sharpness of thorns.There is same blood in the veins of the thorn.It is brought up by same evening breeze of the spring.*Do not throw away dying… Continue reading Oneness of Humanity
As I turn back, my eyes dampenWhen I realized my incomplete lifeMy life became clear to meBroken promisesDeserted dreamsBroken promisesSeek time’s tender shadeYesterday too, was in ruinsNow is deserted as wellLife asks for a moment of supportDamp memoriesWon’t let me sleep due to griefDamp memoriesWon’t let me live. By Junoon Not sure if I translated… Continue reading Broken Dreams/Bheegi Yadein by Junoon
Mirza Ghalib was the one of the greatest Urdu poet from 19th century. I translated this poem for a school project. I look at the joys of this world, as I look at the dust.Crying used to give me pleasure but now my eyes have gone dry.When I am dead, wind might take my dust… Continue reading A Poem by Mirza Ghalib
Who is that is I
Still lost in my mind.
Trying to find my purpose,
When there might not be one.
The first thing was writing
Can words truly change anything?
Why should I write,
When there is so much noise
Are you in that house,
Or are you out here.
I will give up now,
This desert is just too vast.
My voice will not reach you,
Is this even a language.
What is music when there is no rhythm.
Why should I write,
When I have nothing to say.
— Wrote this poem long time ago, it seems it is still applicable.
Stop crying, this is just the beginning of love.Hold on and see what will be next.In the morning, there were voices in the caravan.Let’s move on and let the sleeper sleep.On this ground nothing can grow.Please stop planting seeds of hopes in your heart.These are marks of true love, they remain forever.It is not possible… Continue reading A poem by Mir Taqi Mir
It was a school or temple, or was it Makkah or a church.We were all guests, only you were the host.Oh! How sad it is. I found just before death.It was only a dream, what I saw. It was only a fairy tale, what I heard.How sad it is that autumn is in the garden.There… Continue reading A Poem by Mir Dard