Dasht

Ye Dasht to Apni Zaat Ka Hai
Kaun Ise Ab Kaatega?
Kaun Chunega Gard Se Phool?
Kaun Sitaare Baantegaa?

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, August 23rd, 2014

Azaadi Mubarak.....

Azaadi Mubarak!!

As you go about hosting the National Flag tomorrow morning, distributing sweets and appreciating the efforts by the founding fathers in securing the freedom for you, remember the story of a Pagal ie a man man of Lukhnow.

The year was 1928, and Simon Commission was in India to determine the future of India. It had seven members but none of them was an Indian leader, and as result India's political leadership decided to boycott it. Commission went from one town to the next but always met with protesters holding black flags.

When it reached Lucknow and was holding the meetings at the British Residency near Aminabad. British government had made sure that protest are broken up and no one is allowed near Residency.....

Azzadi ke Jiyale were frustarted as they could not voice their opinion openly. They were wondering what to do when a neighborhood pagal, a man with who never made sense and was considered useless suggested that we "fly kites with the message "Simon Commission Go Back" written on it". And that the kites battles should take place resulting in kites falling in the Residency with the message written on it..

Hundreds of kites were flown within hours that day.....It was raining kites in the English Residency.......Englishmen were embarrassed and surprised at the ingenuity of the Indians...

No one cared to pay respect to that Pagal who came up with the idea....a pagal whose name we don't know....a pagal who too wanted freedom just like you and me......a pagal who knew his life would not change regardless of India gains freedom or not....still he did his part in our freedom movement.

A un-named pagal who deserves to be remembered tomorrow.....by all means necessary!!

I am sure you all will.....

Wafa it is....

It was on 21st Roza, Hazrat Ali (RA)'s 1316th Martyrdom Anniversary that her husband left her for a heavenly journey.

Their marriage was not the usual one. In addition to other usual stuff, it had Shia-Sunni Divide to bridge. And they did a splendid job at it - I think. There are many stories of what challenges they faced and how they fought all opposition. When the CUSTODIANS of Shia-Sunni Divide, could not stop them from marrying, they banned entry of mother to her home. It remained that way for 20 years....till father's death.

Its been 37 years since father died, still each Ramzan she recites 2/3 Quran on her own and dedicates it to fathers soul on the 21st Roza. This ritual is suppose to help the departed soul in the hereafter specially in making the day of judgment transactions easier.

She has been doing it for 37 years, yes thirty seven years.....except this year. She was too in-firmed to recite Quran this year.. I asked her whey she did not delegate it to me or to someone else. She said " I like to do it on my own and will do it once I feel better".

I see her acts as epitome of Wafa and love. No one forced her to do what she has been for 37 years...no one cared and there was no reward for it. Still, to improve the conditions of father, my mother has been doing the Quran Recitation for so long.....

I never look at Romeo - Juilet, Shireen - Farhaad stories to know what love can be....I got a better and more real example -- right here at home!!

The Moral of the story is: No matter how nasty a woman behaves with me, after doing the usual Maatam (Mourning), I go back to my default mode of being in love with the concept of women. I think they are far far capable of more Wafa then we, men can ever achieve!!

Here is to my first love....my mom!!

ps: My rebellious streak to break all the walls of color, nationality, caste, religion, age and social status comes from them......Mind it!!

PPS: This should also explain why I have "admirers" in all colors, nationalities, caste and religions including Pathans.....LOL

Eid Ka Din...

Kitchen Main Tumhari Masroofiyat

Bhuni Hui Seewayaian

Sheer Khurma, Halwa, Shaami Kabab

Bagair Tel Ke Pake Hue Khane

Aur Jaane Kiya Kiya Lawazmaat

Eid Ke Din Bahut Yaad Aate Hain Sab

Yar Meri, In Main Se Kuch To Lauta Do?

Ya Phir Chodo Un Sab Ko

Woh Jo Safed Dupatte Main Lipti Hui 

Tumhari Muskurahaten Thi Na

Wohi Jo Mere Haseen Jumle Sun Kar 

Foran Chali Aati thin...

Wohi Lauta Do

Eid Ka Din Hai

Tumhare Allah Miyan Ne Jo Tohfe Main Diya Hai

Ye Mubarak Din

Kaate Nahi Kat Raha...

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, July 29th, 2014 @ 12:15pm

KKT in the Media

http://paper.hindustantimes.com/epaper/viewer.aspx

Aansoo...

Jab

Mere Achanak Yun Saamne Aane Par

Tumhen Kuch Nahi Kehna Tha

Tab Tumhari Aankhon Main 

Aaye Hue Chand Aansoo

Kiya Kehnca Chahte The?

Bas Ye Batla Do....

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, July 24th, 2014 @ 9:45 pm

Mujji.....

There is always a woman......

Ever since I read autobiography of K.A. Abbas, I kept searching for the picture of a woman in his life called "Mujji". I Googled many times, looked in the old book stores of Delhi, Mumbai and Bhopal but nothing, not even a picture of hers showed up. I always wondered how she looked and what was so special about her that captivated Abbas's imagination.

Until today!!

Muji was Abba's girl friend ( wife as normal people call it) and a major source of inspiration for his work.

When Abbas brought Mujji home to Mumbai, she asked what he expects her to do? Abbas Said " just sit there and inspire me to write and make tea for me when you think I need it!"

Abbas wrote 73 books and many films including the first that made it to Cannes Film Festival. Read here and get a shocker as to who Abbas was:http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0007815/

There union lasted a few years only. She died very young, of not a very complicated disease. Abbas being a principled man chose a government run hospital to treat his wife, in-spite of the fact that Mumbai's who's who knew him and he could afford a private hospital.

The night before she was to be operated at Mumbai's KEM hospital, Abbas asked her "what she wants before Dcotor sedate her? Mujji said "she wanted to see his handwriting in case she died in operation".

Abbas wrote a letter to her that night and gave her. She was holding that letter in her palm when Doctors sedated her took to the operation theater.

The operation was successful.....

she died during recovery!!

I am teary eyed as I write this....feel a joy of seeing so many pictures of Mujji but at the same time....re-living what pain she felt during those last days!

After her death Abbas wrote that "He knew that there can not be a woman who could replace Mujji and he will have to walk alone for the rest of life."

And alone he walked....for 45 years....never married......because there was no one who could take Mujji's place.

There is always a woman.....

Rest in Peace Mujji and Abbas!!

(For more on K A Abbas: http://www.abbaska.com/)

Na Tum Hi gila Karna....

Dil Ke Kisi Makaan Ka Darwaza Khula Rakhna...

Tanhaiyon Ke Shor Main, Wahin Mujh Se Mila Karna

Go Tamaam  Umr Kati Hai Ek Doosre Ko Rote

Na Main Gila Karoonga, Na Tum Hi Gila Karna!

Pahuncho Meri Qabar Pe, Tareekyan Jo Dekho

Ek Chiraag Jala Dena, Ab Kiya Reh Gaya Hai Karna?

Yaaden Meri Jo Aayen, Na Tum Udaas Hona

Pehle Bhi Wafa Ki Thi,  Thodi Aur Wafa Karna!

Tanhaiyon Ke shor main Wahin mujh se mila karna..

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, July 11th, 2014 @ 1:50 am

Ramzaan....

Mere Pehlu Se Sarakti Hui

Sardiyon Ki Woh Raat

Neem Khwaab Aankhen, 

Tasbeeh, Rahal, Jaa Namaaz

Safed Dupatta, Wuzu, Qiblaa

Woh Mataanat, Woh Saadgi

Pakeezgi Ka Woh Ehsaas...

Hadees Ki Kitaben, Quran

Internet Ki Azaan aur Phir

Sadqa, Fitra Ka Woh Hisaab

Mere Ird Gird Mandraana

Qareeb Aana, Ithlana, Aur

Phir Rakhna Apne Allah Ke

Ekhkaam Ka Bhi Paas

Aye Yaar Meri, Tum Ujlat Main 

Kiya Kiya Le Gayi Ho Apne Sath?

Ho Sake To Apne Allah Ke

Ehkaam Ka Paas Hi Rakhne 

Ek Baar Chali Aana....

Ek Roza Hum Bhi Rakh Lenge!!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, July 7th, 2014 at 2:00 am, India

Iftaar _ aaj kal

Padosiyon Ke Gharon Se

Nikalti Hui Khusboo Ki Lapeten

Chand Shokh Chudion Ki Khankhanahat

Bartano Ke Takrane Ki Awazen

Daal Bagharne Ka Chanaka

Mixer Ki Who Awaaz

Tumhare Ek Ke Na Hone se

Dekho Kiya Kiya Nahi Hai is ghar main

Mano

Duniya Nahi Hai IS Ghar main!

Father's Day...

My day began by reading awesome heartfelt messages from dutiful daughters to their fathers on FB. I enjoyed reading those messages fromJyothe Rao, Tripti Dwivedi, Zsofia Prakrriti, Anuraag Misraraj, Deepti Pantand many others fellow travelers.

My day ended with the message below:

"Happy Fathers day Dad. Thanks for being with me when I needed you. I love you Dad!"

I can explain...

The writer of that message is 24 years old now. She is a convent educated graduate in Psychology and a practicing professional in that field. The period she is referring to by saying " standing with me " happened some 20 years ago.

I vividly remember, when a friend of mine had mentioned this family that needed my help in a certain way. I was not ready for it. I was FOB from USA ( Fresh of the boat that is..LOL) and my moral compass had no margin of errors. I refused to give that help on the grounds of ethics and morality. Also there was an untimely death in the family. We were devastated.

The night we recited Quran ( Quran Khwaani), this friend informed me about the favor, which I had refused. This time he said that "family is here, why don't you meet them? I was like "NO WAY...its wrong and un-ethical and I won't do it"....My friend pointing his finger behind me said " oh they are here".

I turned to see a man and a woman with this 4 year old girl. They said salaam and as a courtesy I went towards them. The cute girl was standing between mom and dad. I bent down to touch her chin and asked her name.....she responded with a big smile.....and that innocent cute smile blew away all the principals of ethics and morality in a hurry. When I stood up, I told them " Okay, I will do it!"

That night she called me "Dad" for the first time....Next morning, I did whatever was expected of me ....all went well. Everyone was happy and there was celebration!!

I went back to the US and lost touch with them except for an occasional calls here n there. Wahtsapp connected us again....and this message showed up on my whatsapp!

Still enjoying it.....

ps: When kids grow up they become best friends, so I promoted her to a friend and asked her to join me on FB. She calls me dad on FB....you will recognize her!

She is my daughter!!

Chashmah....

Subah Hote Hi Chasmah Mera Toot Gaya

Aaj Paas Agar Tum Hoti to

Aaj Ka Ye Din Main 

Tumhari Nigahon Se Dekhta

Subah Ka Akhbaar,  Email, Phones, Football,

Aur Din Bhar Chadte Utarte 

Tumhari Aankhon Ke Woh Khwaab

Tumhare Chere Ke Naqoosh, 

Tumhare Honton ke Woh Rang

Rotiyan Banate Waqt Maathe Pe Aayi Hui

Paseene Ki Woh Boond

Ya Bheed Main Gaadi Chalane Par

Tumhare Peshaani Pe Fikron Ki Lakeer

Aaj Sab Tumhari Nighaon Se Dekhta Main

Aaj Ka Din Khatam Hone Se Pehle

Tum Ye Zaroor Jaan Jaatin Ke

Kiya Kiya Dekhta Hoon Main?

Jab Tum Kahin Aur Dekh Rahi Hoti Ho!

(c) Shahid Parvez Sayed, June 15th, 2014 at 11:00 am

Shama....RIP!

When I met her the first time she came across as a different girl. A girl with higher IQ, higher purpose in life, love for poetry and what attracted me the most was that she was a Khush Zabaan! Born and brought up in Luckhnowi tehzeeb she was a great combo of beauty and brain.

When I was done blowing up my last relationship, and was ready to reconstruct another one - I thought of her. Back then I was in the US, so I used to call her often and speak with her. Each time I used to enjoy our conversations. Each time she used to impress me with her wit and sense of humor.

And then one day she told me about her medical condition. Her kidneys were failing and she did not know how much longer she has left. I was shattered again. She again impressed me with her attitude to life and death in those circumstances.

I still used to call her to make her laugh, share a joke or some time share my new nazm. It was yahoo messenger in those days and whatsapp was years away. The last time we chatted she shared her nazm and I realized how deep she was capable of thinking.

I lost contact with her some time later......life just went into an over drive and I had no choice but to run with it. As a result I lost touch with her.......

She died today in Lucknow!

Whoever is up there, better have a good excuse!

Rest in peace Shama!!

My last conversation with her was on June 30th, 2012 when she said

"Jun 30 10:52 PM
sayed.shama:ap achche writer hai

and her last word was a smiley!!

Jun 30 11:38 PM
sayed.shama::)

ps: My mind went blank when I heard the news.....its time to cry.....I will, as soon as I finish writting her obituary!

Dekh le...kina accha writer hoon main shama....dekh tere baare main kaisa likha!

Kitne Mausam Beet gaye...

Kitne mausam beet gaye
Dheron Yaaden chod gaye...
Woh Mausam phir nahi lauta
Jo tum se baaten karta tha!!
Rehta tha jo Sath tumhaare
Aur tumhi pe Martaa tha..
Woh Mausam phir nahi lauta!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, March 25th 2014

"Chudiyan"

Suniye

Mujhe Chudiyan bahut pasand hain

Waada Karen...

Mere Hathon ko Chudiyon se kabhi Khaali na Rakhenge

Mera Jwaab jo bhi tha, Ab main Bhool gayaa

Magar in Kambakht Chudiyon Ko yaad hai

Saari Guftagu Apni

Jis Dukaan pe Milti Hain ye

Swaal bas wohi karti hain ye

"Aap Ne Un Ki kahi Baat Kahin Taali to nahi?

Ke Un ke Haseen Haath Aaj Khaali to nahi?"

Ek aur Guftagu ab mujhe bhulni hogi!!

(c) Shahid Parvez Sayed, March 13th, 2014 @ 1:35am

Ek Zara sa dil toota hai.....

Hanste Hue Jinhen Seh Na Sakoon, Aise to Sadmaat nahi
Ek Zara Sa Dil Toota Hai, Bas Aur to Koi Baat Nahi!

Yu to Manoos Chere hain bahut, Nazren hain wohi sab Khwaab liye
Par Dil ye Tumhara Naam Liye hai, Aur Is main ab Jazbaat Nahi!

Pehron Hui thin Baaten Phir bhi, Reh Gayi kehni Choti si ek Baat
Maani Jis ke Uljhe Hue Hain, aur Baat bhi Koi Khaas Nahi!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, March 6th, 2014, 8:15pm

Janam din....

Kis Trah duayen doon Tumehn?

Ke tum Jiyo Hazaron Saal

Saal ke Din hon Pachaas Hazaar?

Ke Phir Intezaar 

Kitna Taveel Ho Jayega zara socho to...

Kiyoon ke ab to

Milna Agle Janam main hi Mumkin hai

Waise 

Janam din Mubarak!!

Parda Girte hi tum Chali aanaa...

(c) Shahid Parvez Sayed, Feb 10, 2014

Khilone....

Shauhar, Bacche, Motor, Ghar

Ye Khilone jo tum ne Jama Kiye hain

Aurat Ki Poorani Tarkeeben hain ye

Waqt Kisi trah Guzar Dene ki

Gham e Dil Yun hi Behlaane Ki

Magar Ek Din woh bhi Aayegaa

Jab Ye Sab Be Maani Ho Jayega

Jab Umr Ka Khazana Khaali Hoga

Aur Husn Ka Mausam Dhal Jayegaa

Tab Charon Karwat Din Raat Tumehn

Phir Yaad Koi Bas Aayegaa......

(C)Shahid Parvez Sayed, February 4th, 2014 @ 12:4am

Tumhari Yaaden....

Ye Duniya Ek Veerana Hai

Phir Bhi Chalte Jana Hai

Door Ufaq Ke Paar Tale

Chunke Tum Ko Panaa Hai

Dil Bojhal, Jism Hai Ghayal

Phir Bhi to Muskurana Hai

Khwab Thin Tum, Koi Pari Thin

Dil Ko Ab Samjhana Hai

Pehle To Tumhari Sun Leni Hai

Phir Khoob Tumhen Rulana Hai

Jaise Taise Umr Kati Hai

Ab Koi Aur Gul Khilana Hai?

Duniya Hai Ya Ek Chalawa

Kiya Aana, Kiya Jaana Hai!

Tumhari Yaaden Khatam Nahi Hotin

Kiya Qaroon Khazana Hai!

Hogi Kahin Kisi Ped Ke Neeche

Woh Qabr Hi Ab Thikana Hai

(C) Shahid PArvez Sayed

He said - She said

AMEER - E- QAFILA

INT. NIGHT. LIVING ROOM

They are chatting using Yahoo chat. He in US and She in a Cyber Cafe in India


He Said: Aaj main kaam se Ghar aate waqt khoob Roya hoon...
She Said: Oh Sheen.....kiyoon? kiya hua?

He: Aaj Mera College ka Dost Ehsaan Rashid apni family ke sath Restaurant aaya tha. Mujhe waiter  ke Dress  main dekh kar shock laga use. Phir us ne situation sambhal li.....mujhe apni family se introduce karwaya....baaten ki...

She: I am sorry Sheen .....Sambhalen apne aap ko...
He: Ye wohi Restaurant hai Jahan kuch Saal pehle meri Graduation ki Party hui thi.....kaise kaise khwaab dekhe the us din.....kaisis baaten ki thin....woh table aaj mera moonh chidata hai ...Main ne Faisla Kar liya ...

She: Kiya?

He: Main Wapas aa Raha hoon....Main Haar gyaa......Main wapas aa raha hoon...Mujhe Job nahi milni....koi mera Visa nahi sposnor karegaa....Interview ke bulawe aate hain...magar Work visa sposnor ke liye taiyyar nahi koi....

She: Nahi Sheen....aisa mat karen....koi na koi company to aap ka Visa sponsor karegi hi....koshish karen.....aur Aap to Ameer - e- Qafila hain....aap kasie Haar Sakte Hain? Is trah Haar Kar wapas aayenge to Biwi ke Pehlu main Neend bhi nahi aayeggi.....ye Jung to Aap ko Har Haal  main Jeetni hai Sheen.....kcuh bhi Ho jaye...Main Aap ke sath hoon...

Four  months after this conversation he found an employer named Larry Dent, a sensitive white man whose DNA did not believe in any discrimination on the basis of caste, religion, country of origin or color,  hired him and agreed to file for his work visa.

He got her to fly to him before he joined the new job. She landed in Atlanta on 14th July wearing a dress of his  favorite color - Yellow.  He joined the new job on 17th July, three days after she arrived..

ps: After picking her up from airport, he drove on I - 285 ( an outer loop that circles Atlanta city) for hours. When she asked the reason for driving on I - 285 and not going home straight  he answered that  He is paying homage to a city that gave him second chance at life.....

pps: Larry Dent, now retired lives in Gainesville, GA, Poona Restaurant still exists but at a different location, Ehsaan Raashid, EE class of 91, GA Tech, lives in Atlanta,

She lives in small town, USA and he .....he is alive some place,  India!!

Shab-e-Gham...

Shabe Gham Guzarta Hai Koi
Tumhen Ab Pukarta Hai Koi

Utha ke Bojh Tumhari Yaadon Ke
Yun Ehsaan Utarta Hai Koi

Rakh Tumhari Tasveer Saamne
Yu Tumhen Niharta Hai Koi

Tum Khyal thin Kisi Aashiq Ka
AbYehi Sach Maanta Hai Koi

Piyar to Un dino Bhi Karta Tha
Iqraar ab kiye Jataa Hai Koi

Tumhare Milne Ki Ummed Par
Khud Ko Sambhalta Hai Koi

Shabe Gham Guzaar Akal Aa Gayi
Apni Aaqbat Sanwarta hai Koi

Tumhen Haar Kar Zamane hue
Ab Khud Ko  bhi Haarta Hai Koi

(C0 Shahid Parvez Sayed, September 3rd 2013

"Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?"

Jab Raston Main Sare Aam, Yu Hi Chalte hue

Koi Mahobbat Nahi karta, Na kuch Jatataa hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Kisi Saneechar Ki Subah Tumhare Bistar par

Koi Banaa Kar Nashta Nahi Laataa, Na Khilata hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

  

Jab Tumhari Aankhon par, Muskurahoton par

Koi Nazmen  Nahi kehta, Na hi Gungunata Hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Umr Main Ek Baras Aur Jama Ho Jaane Par

Tumhen Haseen, Aur Haseen Tar Nahi Batlata Hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Tumhare Jazbon ki Shiddat, Wafa aur Shoki ke

Kuch Qisse Duniya ko Nahi Sunwataa, Na Batata Hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Rotiyan Banate Waqt Aaye Hue Zakhmo par

Koi Afsos Nahi karta, Aur Na Lipat Jata Hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Udaas Dekh kar Tum ko  Sare Shaam Jab Koi

Khamoshiyan Nahi Sunta, Na Samajh Jata Haai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Tum Bazar se Laane ke liye kuch Kehti ho

Janab who to Nahi Laataa, kuch aur liye aata hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Bagair Baatye Jab Koi Office Tumahre Aataa hai

Tum Use Dekh Khil Jaati ho, Who Muskata Hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Badi Khareedari Ko Taalne, Pasie Bachane ke Liye

Chikni Chapdi Baaten koi karta hai, Na Ithlata hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

“Main Aap ke Liye Poori Duniya se Lad Sakti Hoon”

Ye Keh Hue, scohe Hue Ik zamana sa Hua jataa Hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Hazaron Meel ke Fasloon, Itni Doori ke baa- wajood

Koi Tumhare Din raat, Subah Shaam Samajh Jataa hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

Jab Dasht-e-Tanhayee main Bhatakta Hua koi Shair

Wohi  Gurzri Baaten Sochta Hai, Dohrata Hai

Tab Yaad Tumhen Kaun aata hai?

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, August 31st, 2013 @ 2:30 am

Do Qabren..

Koi Din

Ajnabi Desh Main Chand Log

Kisi Weekend Ko

Tumhen Ek Khubsurat Qabrastan ki 

Thandi Zameen main

Mehakte Hue Casket main Lita Kar

Ek Qabar ke Hawale Har Denge

Main Yahin Kisi Poorane Qabrastan ki

Khamoshi ka Hissa

Ujlat aur Be Hurmati se Bana Diya Jaoonga

Yaani Marne ke Baad bhi Bum

Door, Bahut Door Dafan Honge..

Ye Batao, 

Ab Kis Ummed Pe Marna Hoga?

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, August 28th, 2013, 5:10 PM

Ghar...

Tum 

Woh ke Jisko Ek Ghar Ki 

Hamesha Arzoo Thi

Shahr Ki Tnahaiyon Main

Ek Chota, Apna Sa Ghar

Jahan Hukum Tumhara Chale

Jis Ke Siyah  aur Safed Ki 

Maalik Bas EkTum Hi Ho

Main, 

Ek Shair e Sarkash, Baghi, Awara Mijaaz

Jise Duniya Ki 

Farsuda Riwayat Se Nafrat Rahi Hamesha

Main Bhala Tumhe Koi Ghar Kiyoon Kar Deta?

Mera Ye Manna Hai

Mera Ghar, Mera Mahollah, Mera Watan, Meri Jaat

Woh Ped Hain ke Jin Main

Tassub aur Nafrat Ke Phal hain Panapte 

Mujhe To Is Duniya se 

Kuch Is Trah Guzar tha Jana

Ke Mano Main tha Hi Nahi

Ke Jaise Kuch Hua Hi Nahi

Main Tumhen Ghar Kiyoon Kar Deta?

Par

Itne Baras Baad Ye Ehsaas Ab Hua

Ke Ghar To Main Ne Tum Ko

Un Dino Hi Tha diya

Woh Ghar Dekho Jis Main

 Tumhara Hukum Hai Chalta

Jiski Siyah  aur Safed Ki 

Maalik Bas Ek Tum Hi Ho

Woh Chota, Apna Sa Ghar

Mera Dil Hai 

Aye Meri Jaane Jahan

Ho Sake to Ek Baar Is main

Basne Phir Chali Aana.....

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, Auguist 26th, 2013, 10:15 am

Sayed - Zaadi...

Aur Jab Shahr Ke Akalmandon ne

Meri Tasveer Pe Aitraaz Kiya

Chupa Di thi Tum Ne Woh Tasveer Meri

Ek Hukum Aur Aayaa Phir

Ke Ab Naam Bhi Badalna Hoga

Tum Is Baat Pe Biphar Gayin 

Kiya Zaroori Hai Ye?

Woh Naam Mujhe Pasand Hai Bahut

Main Naam Nahi Tabdeel Karoongi

Aaj Shahr Ke Akalmand Mutmain Hain

Ke Jo Kiya Accha Kiya

Sirf Mujhe Pata Hai aur Tumhen Bhi

Ke US Shhahr Main 

Ab Ek Naye Label Ke Sath

Ek Sayed - Zaadi Rehti Hai

Chaand Ka Peecha....

Yaad hai Un Dino

Tumhari Zulf ki Trah

Bal Khaahti, Lehrati, Shaffaf Sadak Par Hum

Chaand Ka Peecha Karte The!

Sadak Ke Mudte Hi woh bhi

Kabhi Tumhari Taraf aur 

Kabhi Meri Taraf Chala aataa tha

Phir Ek Raat

Ek Teele Par Motor Rok Kar Main ne

Tum se Kaha tha 

"Woh Raha Tumhara Chaand!"

Aur Tum ne 

Apni Peshani Mere Seene Se laga kar

"Mera Chaand Yahan Hai" 

Confirm kiya tha...

Bagair Chaand Dekhe Eid Kaisi Hoti Hai?

Bas Ye Batla do...

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, 9-8-13 @2:30am

Labels.....

Mukhtasar Si Judayi par

Kahin Jaate Waqt Tum

Hamesha Kitchen Ke Lawzmaat Par

Pehchan ke Liye Label Laga diya Karti thin

Shakr, Namak, Aata, Daal...

Aur Phir Ghar se Airport Tak 

Hidayeten Detin ke

 Kaun Si Cheez Kahan Rakhi hai

Aur Ye Shikyat Bhi Ke

Itna La-Parwah kiyoon Ho Gayaa Hoon main?

Suno, Aaj Suabh Se Woh Dabba Nahi Mil Raha hai

Jis Par Tum ne Kahin Jaate Waqt 

Ye Label Lagaya tha

Zindagi!

Is Martaba to Ye Judaii Khatam Na Hone Wali

Kuch Yaad Hai

 Kahan Rakha tha Tum ne Use?

Aaj Subah se...

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, 20-7-2013

Dimaag...

Khwabon Main Hamen Ab Door Door Rakhta Hai

Kambakht Dimaag Ne Bhi Tumhara Saath Chod Diya

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, July 15th, 2013

Andhere ka safar...

Tanhaa Zaroor hoon, par Himmat Nahi Haari Hai

Woh Aur Baat hai ke Andhere ka Safar Jaari hai..

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed

Aaj....

Mausam Vibagh ka Kehna hai ke

Aaj

Poora Din Yu hi Barsat hogi

Gulabi Sardi aur Badh Jayegi

Aur Saamne wali building ke ek ghonsle main 

Do Kabootar ek doosre main Ghus jaynge

Aankhen Band kar lenge

Aur Girti Boundon ki Jaltrang sunenge

Umoman Din ke Auqaat main 

Is Trah ki Harkat pe Naraz Hone wali Kabootri

Aaj Mazhamat na karegi...

Aaj Poora Din Barsat Yu hi Hogi..

Aaj Poora Din Tum Yaad Bahut aaogi

Mausam Vibagh bhi Yehi Kehta hai

Aaj....

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, July 12th 2013

Tanhaa....

Tumharaa Woh Ek Aansoo

Jo Bichadte Waqt Main

Apne Sath Liye Aayaa tha

Tanhaa Nahi hai Ab

Tumhari Yaad Par In Dino

Us Ka Sath Nibhaane 

Aur Bahut se Aansoo Nikal Aate hain

Khoob Jamti hai Phir in Sab Yaron Main

Der Raat Charche Jo Hua Karte Hain

Tumhari Mahobbat ki Shiddat ke

Tumhare Lafzon Ke Maani ke
Tumhare Jazbaat ki Hidaat Ke

Tumharaa Woh Ek Aansoo 

Tanhaa Nahi Hai Ab

Koi Bhi, Tanhaa Nahi Hai Ab!!

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, June 24th, 2013 @ 10 pm

Meri Zindagi....

Yaden Fana nahi hoti

Yaaden Zindagi Banti hain

Kiyoon ke Har Guzarta Hua Lamha

Bagair Kisi Shartton ke 

Hamari Zindagi se Guzar kar

Apna kirdaar Nibha Chuka hota hai

Aur Ye to Mutsaqbil hai Jo

Haqeeqat Pasandi ka Chashma Lagaye 

Door se Sab Dekha Kartaa hai

Halaat Sazgaar Hone ka Intezaar Karta hai

Par Yaaden Fana Nahi Hoti

Woh Sar Jhukaye 

Jab Bulaya Chali aati hain

Yaden Zindagi Hoti Hain

Itne Baras Baad hi Sahi

Ab to Tum Bahut Khush hogi

Aakhir Kaar Ke ab Tum hi

Meri Zindagi ho!

A City by the river...

Years ago while driving thru a small town, US the Maqtaa for this ghazal descended upon me. I posted it on my blog but chose not pursue the entire ghazal. Today, after so many years I thought what the heck.....I aint gonna feel apologetic about a certain town by the river....I might as well celebrate its existence in my life...so here is the ghazal with remaining ashaar. Enjoy.

Sulagti Yaadon ka Dariya Udhar Jo Behta hai

Zaroor Wahin Kahin Ek Be-Wafa bhi Rehtaa hai

Bin Chaand Siyah Raaten Apna Muqaddar to hain

Aasman pe Uske Andhera magar kiyoon rehtaa hai?

"Itne Baras baad bhi main, Tum ko Samajh na Paayi!"

Kal Kehtaa tha woh, Suna hai , Ab Bhi Yehi Kehta hai

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, May 15th, 2013

Naqshaa Pe Bani Chand Lakeeren..

Naqshe Par Bani 

Aadhi Tirchi Chand lakeeren 

Kahan Kahan hamen le Gayin!

kisi Door Aftada ek Motel Ki taraf

Ya kisi college town ke  restaurant tak

To Kabhi Dariya Pe Base ek Shhar ki Jaanib

Jo Hamen Apne Watan ki Yaad Dilayaa kartaa tha

Aur Phir Shaam Dhalne Se Pehle 

Yehi Lakeeren, Wapas  Hamen

Apne Ghar Pahnucah Diya Karti Thin

Hamari Sari Duniya Un Naqshon Main Hi to Thi

Albatta Woh Ghar Ab wahan Nahi Hoga

Woh Bhi Hum Dono Main Thoda Thoda Bant kar

Alag Alag Raston Pe Nikal gyaa Hoga

Woh Raaste,  Jo Us Naqshe main Nahi the

Woh Raaste,  jo Us Naqshe main Nahi hain

Shaam Hone ko hai......

(C) Shahid Parvez Sayed, May 10th 2013 @1:30 am