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MANZUR NAHI

Husn Paabnde- Razaa ho,  Mujhe Manzur Nahi


         (Aadesh ke Bandhan me)


Mai Kahu Tum Mujhe Chaaho,  Mujhe Manzur Nahi


 


Jisne Is Daur ke Insaa Kiye Hai Paida


Wahi Mera Bhi Khuda ho, Mujhe Manzur Nahi


 


Sharte-Izhare-Nadaamat Hai, Jo Bakshish Ke Liye


                         (Shram)


Aye Jawani ke Gunaho Mujhe Manzur Nahi


 


Hashr Ke Din Mujhe Sach Kehne Ki Taufik Na De


                                                              (Saahas)


Koi Hungama Ho Barpa, Mujhe Manzur Nahi


 


 


Husn wale Mere Katil Hai, Ye Dawa hai Mera


Husn Walo ko Sazaa ho, Mujhe Manzur Nahi


 


Dosto ko bhi Mile Dard ki daulat Ya Rabb


Mera Apa hi bhala ho, Mujhe Manzur Nahi


 


Mujhko Aye Katibe-Takdeer! Tamashaa na Bana


                      (Bhagya-Lekhak)


Ishq Chehre pe Likha ho, Mujhe Manzur Nahi


 


Aye Buto ! Tum pe Andadhund Mare Khalke-Khuda


                                                                (Janta, Aavam)


Aur Khuda Dekh Raha ho Mujhe Manzur Nahi


 


Maiqada walo ki Khafgi ! Are Tauba-Tauba


                            (Narazgi)     


Koi Khush Ho Ke Khafa ho, Mujhe Manzur Nahi


 


 


                                    Shayar-Hafeez Jalandhari


 

Posted in Poetry.

16 comments

By anamika r – June 8, 2009


NEVER GIVE UP

THE FERN AND THE BAMBOO

ONE DAY I DECIDED TO QUIT

I QUIT MY JOB, MY RELATIONSHIP, MY SPIRITUALITY .

I WANTED TO QUIT MY LIFE.
I WENT TO THE WOODS TO HAVE ONE LAST TALK WITH GOD.
"God", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"
His answer surprised me.
"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"
"Yes", I replied.
"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water.

The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did NOT quit on the bamboo.

"In the second year the fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed. But I did NOT quit on the bamboo.

"In year three there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would NOT quit. The same in year four.
"Then in the fifth year, a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern, it was seemingly small and insignificant.
"But just six months later, the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.
"It had spent the five years growing roots. Those roots made it strong and

gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.
"Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots? I would NOT quit on the bamboo.. I will NEVER quit on you.

"Don't compare yourself to others." He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern. Yet they both make
the forest beautiful.
"Your time will come", God said to me.. "You will rise high"
"How high should I rise?" I asked.
"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.
"As high as it can?" I questioned
"Yes." He said,
"Give me glory by rising as high as you can."
I left the forest, realizing that God will NEVER give up on me.
And He will NEVER give up on you.

NEVER REGRET A DAY IN YOUR LIFE.
GOOD DAYS GIVE YOU HAPPINESS; BAD DAYS GIVE YOU EXPERIENCES.
BOTH ARE ESSENTIAL TO LIFE.
SO ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF LIFE


Posted in Story.

30 comments

By anamika r – May 22, 2009


Untitled

         GAIR

Tu is Kadar Mujhe kareeb Lagta hai,

Tujhe Alag se Sochu Ajeeb Lagta hai


Jise na Husn se Matlab na Ishq se Sarokaar

Woh Shaks Mujhko Bohot Badnaseeb Lagta hai

Hadud-E-Jaat se Bahar Nikal  ke Dekh Zara
(Astitva ki seemao)



 Na Koi Ghair, Na Koi Rakeeb Lagta hai

 

Ye Dosti, Ye Marasim, Ye Chahte, Ye Khulus

Kabhi-kabhi Mujhe Sab Kuch Ajeeb Lagta hai

Ufak pe dur Chamakta hua koi Tara

(kshitij)

 

Mujhe Chiraag-e-Dayar-e-Habib Lagta hai

(dost ke shahar ka Deepak)


Na Jaane Kab koi Tufaan Aayega Yaaro


Buland Mauj se Saahil Kareeb Lagta hai



 

SHAAYAR?JAANISAAR AKHTAR

Posted in Writing.

36 comments

By anamika r – April 28, 2009


Untitled

उजाले के लिए
दोस्त
बचाकर रखना
चाहता हू मै
तुम्हे और तुम्हारा प्यार
अपनत्व और स्नेह
जैसे बचाकर रखती है मा
अपने आँसू
बुरे वक़्त के लिए .
आधुनिकता के इस घने जंगल मे,
बचाना चाहता हू मै
विरासत का बूड़ा बरगद
रिश्तो की ज़मीन पर
उगाना चाहता हू
उम्मीदो के फूल
यादो की गहरी घाटियो मे
ढुंधलाते लोकगीतो की तरहा
सहेजना चाहता हू मै बचपन ..
जैसे बचा कर रखता है किसान
मुट्ठी भर अनाज
अगली फसल के लिए .
नफरतो के इस दौर मे
बचाना चाहता हू मै अमन
आने वाली नस्लो के लिए
जैसे खिलाफ हवाओ मे
हथेली की ओट से
बचाई जाती है दिए की लौ
अंधेरे मे उजाले के लिए

कवि मुरारी शर्मा

Posted in Poetry.

26 comments

By anamika r – April 16, 2009


SAJDAA

तसव्वुर से दिलो-जा मे उजाला कर लिया मैने
जब आँखे बंद की उनका नज़ारा कर लिया मैने
खयले-हुस्न तेरी तस्सवुर की ज़रूरत है
के फिर तर्के-मोहब्बत का इरादा कर लिया मैने
मोहब्बत तू ही अब इस मसले मे फ़ैसला कर दे
मे उनका हो गया या उनको अपना कर लिया मैने
बला से राह मे जो आफते आनी है आ जाए
के मंज़िल तक पोहोचने का इरादा कर लिया मैने
गुलिस्ता के जलाने को फलक से बर्क (बिजली) टूटेगी
ये सुनते ही नशेमन और उंचा कर लिया मैने
मेरे कुफ्रे-मोहब्बत (प्यार से इनकार) ना कर तन्क़ीद ( आलोचना) ए नासीह ( सीख देने वाला)
कोई तो बात देखी थी, जो सजदा कर लिया मैने
फिज़ाए देरो(मंदिर)-क़बा मे ना जब कोई कशिश देखी
तो 'शेरी' आस्ताने-दिल ( मन का पवित्रा स्थान) पे सजदा कर लिया मैने

शायर:- शेरी भोपाली

Posted in NAZM.

27 comments

By anamika r – April 3, 2009


KHAFAA


मेरा वो आशना था बहुत, मुझसे लेकिन खफा था बहुत
ज़र्द पत्ते हारे हो गये, बादलो मे नशा था बहुत
मेरी नींदे चुरा ले गया, देखने मे भला था बहुत
फड़फड़ाता है अब कैद मे, जो परिंदा उड़ा था बहुत
तिनका-तिनका नशेमन हुआ, आँधियो से लड़ा था बहुत
खूने दिल से जो उन्वा लिखा,सुर्ख़ियो मे छापा था बहुत
दिल के काग़ज़ पे 'शेरी' तेरे, हाशिया रह गया था बहुत

शायर - चाँद 'शेरी'

Posted in NAZM.

29 comments

By anamika r – March 30, 2009


GREAT INDIANS…

Its FISHYYY

An Indian guy wanted a job while he was in abroad, so he went to a Big Store .

The Manager says: “Do you have any sales experience?”
The Indian says: “Sir, I was a salesman back home in India.” Well, the boss liked the Indian chappie so he gave him the job.

“You start tomorrow. I’ll come down after we close and see how you did.”
His first day on the job was rough but he got through it. After the store was locked up, the boss came down.

“How many sales did you make today?”

Indian boy says: “Sir, Just ONE sale.”
The boss says: “Just one? No! No! No! You see here our sales people average 20 or 30 sales a day.” If you want to keep this job, you’d better be doing better than just one sale. By the way, how much was the sale for?”
Indian boy says: ” $101 237. 64″ Boss says: “$101 237. 64?

What the hell did you sell?”

Indian boy says: “Sir, First I sell him small fishhook. Then I sell him medium fishhook.
Then I sell him large fishhook. Then I sold him new fishing rod and some fishing gear. Then I ask him where he’s going fishing and he said down on the coast, so I told him he’ll be needing a boat, so we went down to the boating department and I sell him twin engine Chris Craft.
Then he said he didn’t think his Honda Civic would pull it, so I took him down to our automotive department and sell him that 4X4 Blazer. I then ask him where he’ll be staying, and since he had no
accommodation, I took him to camping department and sell him one of those new igloo 6 sleeper camper tents. Then the guy said, while we’re at it, I should throw in about $100 worth of groceries and two cases of beer.
The boss said: “You’re not serious? A guy came in here to buy a fishhook and you sold him a boat, a 4X4 truck and a tent?”

Indian boy says: “No Sirji, actually he came in to buy Anacin for his headache, and I said: Well, fishing is the best way to relax your mind.”

 

Courtsy…A dear friend

Posted in Humour.

29 comments

By anamika r – March 26, 2009


RISHTEY

This massage is sent by one of my friend, I liked it very much; hope you all will like this too .


So I am sharing this with all the wonderful friends on iland .


RISHTEY


Mohabbat me dikhawe ki dosti na mila


Agar Gale nahi lag sakta to Haath bhi na mila,


Gharo pe naam the, Naamo ke saath Ohde the,


Bohot talash kiya koi Aadmi na mila.


Tamaam Rishto ko mai Ghar me Chod me Aaya,


Phir iske baad Mujhe koi Ajnabi na mila


Khuda ki itni badi Kayenaat me maine bas


Ek Shaks ko Maanga, Mujhe Wohi na mila.


Bohot hai ye Nazdikiyon ki Doori bhi


Who Mere Saath raha aur Mujhe Kabhi na mila


Posted in Poetry.

27 comments

By anamika r – March 14, 2009


KEEPING HOPES

Ek Gadha:- Yaar mera malik mujhe bahut maarta hai.

Dusara Gadha:- To tu bhag kyu nahi jata.

Pehla Gadha:- Bhag to jata.. par yahan future bada bright hai ..
malik ki khoobsurat beti jab shararat karti hai to malik kahta hai,
“Teri shaadi gadhe se kar dunga…!”
Bas isi ummeed me baitha hoon……..

Keeping Hopes may not improve your future, but it will certainly reduce the pain of Today!!!

Posted in jokes.

18 comments

By anamika r – March 10, 2009


HAPPY MARRIED LIFE

THE SUCCESS OF MARRIAGE


Once upon a time a married couple celebrated their 25th marriage
anniversary.

They had become famous in the city for not having a single conflict in
their period of 25 years.

Local newspaper editors had gathered at the occasion to find out the
secret of their well known “happy going marriage”.

Editor: “Sir. It’s amazingly unbelievable. How did you make this
possible? “

Husband recalling his old honeymoon days said:

“We had been to Shimla for honeymoon after marriage.



Having selected the horse riding finally, we both started the ride on
different horses.

My horse was pretty okay but the horse on which my wife was riding
seemed to be a crazy one.

On the way ahead, that horse jumped suddenly, making my wife topple
over.

Recovering her position from the ground, she patted the horse’s back and
said “This is your first time”.

She again climbed the horse and continued with the ride. After a while,
it happened again.

This time she again kept calm and said “This is your second time” and
continued.

When the horse dropped her third time, she silently took out the
revolver from the purse and shot the horse dead!!

I shouted at my wife: “What did you do you psycho. You killed the poor
animal. Are you crazy?"…

She gave a silent look and said: “This is your first time!!!”.”

Husband:”That’s it. We are happy ever after. “




Posted in jokes.

35 comments

By anamika r – March 3, 2009