"چلتے رہنے کو ہی یہ لوگ سفر جانتے ہیں"

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با خبر بے خبری کو ہی خبر جانتے ہیں
بے ہنر ہوتے ہیں جو لوگ ہنر جانتے ہیں
سمت کی کوئی خبر ہے نہ ستارے کا پتا
چلتے رہنے کو ہی یہ لوگ سفر جانتے ہیں
جانتے ہیں کہ جو ہیں جانتے در کو دیوار 
جو نہیں جانتے دیوار کو در  جانتے ہیں
بے پری کیا ہے کہیں کس سے پروں کے ہوتے
یہ خِرد باز تو بس پر کو ہی پر جانتے ہیں
کون جانے گا وہ تنہائی جو گزری مجھ پر
ہاں مگر وہ کہ جو قطرے کو گہر جانتے ہیں
یہ عبارت کہ جو بے زیر و زبر لکھی گئی
وہی سمجھیں گے کہ جو زیر و زبر جانتے ہیں
 میر احمد نوید -

Comments

Haris Gulzar said…
خوبصورت اور بہترین!!!۔
3:25 PM
Anonymous said…
i miss Dr.I.S. and Sir tz... and their classes! Jazakillah al khair naeemeh for sharing this
9:06 PM
Samah said…
Bohot khoob! Simply wonderful!
12:06 AM
Uni said…
Oh meray Allah. That means I'm one of those 'jo zer-o-zabar nahi jantay'

:'(
2:41 AM
Anonymous said…
BEAUTIFUL :)
11:09 PM
In blurry mystique said…
The knower, know – not knowing the knowing
Unable are those – who own the abilities

They know no direction – nor about the star
They know mere walking – as journey afar

Knowers are those who know door a wall
Those who don’t know – know wall a door

What shall I call wingless? When I own wings
These winged know only wings the wings

Who shall ever know the forlornness I suffered?
But only those who know an ocean drop a pearl

This verse which – has been written as blank verse
Would be understood by those – who know verses

– In blurry mystique
7:37 PM
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