Beads of love

Beads of love

     Is brightness not in our fate?

     This animosity with light

     We have long been waiting for he winds of peace to blow.

     Hatred has burned every flower in this garden. 

     Everyone is moving on their way.

     Holding hands and walking the path seem too difficult.

     Is it so difficult to even gaze someone with love?

     Oh my lord! Rain your blessing’s upon us.

     To clear the hearts from the dust

     The blood in your veins in my veins is all the same

     Its red it boils

     It erupts

    Yet it is the same.

    We have made our hearts so barren the soil gets so hardened

    We have had enough

    Stared in each other eyes make each other’s blood boil

    What have we got?

    Nothing except War, bloodshed and destruction

    Divided into thousand small particles we have tangled severely

    Would somebody come out from the outer world???

    NO. Nobody would come.

   This we have to entangle ourselves....

   Let we take a step forward

   Let you take a step forward

  When these steps will be moved forward then it will create a journey

  A destination will be set the caravan will move forward

  Let it be forgotten that has been done

  Let us be like fresh air that spreads everywhere

  Step ahead shake hands so the hearts will beat in unison

  The eyes will meet eyes and this will make life worthwhile

  A drop can make an ocean if gathered in millions

  And when the young ones will talk of peace 

  The darkness will turn into light

  The message of love will commence the journey of peace and love.

Written by

Muhammad Uzair Niazi.

" Mohabbat Keh Motti "

          " Mohabbat Keh Motti " 

Andhayroun mein hum nein bhut waqt katta hay

Bhut kuch khoya hay bhut kuch jancha hay.

Kia roshniaan hamaray mukadar mein nehen

Roshnioun say dushmani paal rakhi hay.

Taras gaye hain us hawa ko jo payar ka piyam lati hy.

Jhulsaa diya hay nafrat nein chaman ka gosha gosha.

Har koi apnain hi rastay peh gamzan hay

Hath thaam keh chalna bhy mahal lagta hay

Pyar bhari nazar say dekha bhy nehen ja sakta kia.

Rehmat ki eik baarish ki zarurat hay Moula

Keh dhool uttar jaye in diloun say akhir.

Khoon tumhari ragoun mein

Meri ragoun mein

Eik sa hay

Laal hay

Garmata bhy hay, Taahtain bhy maarta hay

Par Eik jaisa hay.

Dil ki zameen ko kitna banjar bana diya hay

Keh us mein gouddy taak nehen kar sakay.

Ankhyoun mein ankhyain daal kar

Khoon ko garma kar bhut dekh liya

kiya mila is keh baddlay

kuch bhy nehen siwaye 

Jang, khoon-kharabba, barbadi.

Taqseem kar dala hay khud ko sheerazoun mein

Bhut ulajhsay gaye hain faaqat hum.

Koi bahir say aaye ga hum ko suljhanain

Nehen koi nehen aye ga!

Hum ko khud soulajhna hou ga.

Eik qadam hum ayain

Eik qadam tum ayo

Qadam jab bhaarayn gay

Tou

Safar banay ga

Manzil ka taayeyun hou ga

kafilah challay ga.

Jou houya sou houya us ko boulana hou ga

Tazza hawa ka jhoynkah ban kar humayin doour tak jana hou ga.

Qadam bharayin gay

Hath milayin gay

Tou dil bhy ekhtay dharkain gay

Nazrain nazroun say milayin gi tou zindageian savrayain gi.

Qatra Qatra ban kar sumandar banta hay.

Jawaaan khoon jab Aman ki baat karain gay

Tou andheri Raat mein Sawera hou ga.

Mohabbat ka yh peghaam jab aye ga

Amaan -o- Mohabbat ka safar shru hou ga. 

( Muhammad Uzair Khan ) 

The translation of this poem will be available very soon. Do give your feedback. 

My Life Your Memories

                                       My Life Your Memories 

In the ruthless journey of life,
You're the support of mine.
Your departure!
Has devalued me.
In the ebb and flow of life
We're parallel lines.
The lamp faded away
And darkness the sole fortune of mine.
Your whisperings!
Still echo.
Your gigglings!
Are still retained.
O Beloved!
Your home speaks volumes,
Whenever I knock.
Lips whimper your name
And shower of tears console me.
The painful moment of that separation
Has splintered me.
Breeze that flows from your country,
Has nothing special in it except,
Wrapped in the fragrance of your memories.
Oh don't you come!
But your memories
The only sustenance of my life.

By: M. Uzair Khan

Nazam (A Poem)

This poem is a dedication to pre-partition two friends who got separated. The poem is also dedicated to all those who went apart from each other, but still reside in our hearts and blossom like flowers. I wrote this poem in Urdu, and will soon translate it in English. For better understanding I am writing this poem in roman Urdu.

“Nazam”

Zindagi Keh Is Safar Mein Eik Tera Sahara Tha,

Par Jab Say Tou Juda Huya Hay Mein Eik Beh Sahara Tha.

Karwatain Zindagi Nein Bhut Khoob Badleen Hain,

Eik Taraf Tera Kinara Tha Eik Taraf Mera Kinara Tha.

Zindagi Ka Sooraj Youn Charah Keh Doob Gaya,

Indhara Meri Zindagi Mein Doour Talak Gaya.

Teri Batoun Ki Sargoshian Ab Bhy Sunaye Deti Hain.

Tera Khil Kar Muskarana Abb Bhy Yaad Atta Hay.

Teray Ghar Ko Abb Bhy Mein Jata Houn,

Darwaza Kathkah Keh Waheen Ruk Jata Houn.

Laboun Say Ab Bhy Tera Naam Gungonata Houn,

Ansooyoun Say Apnain G Ko Behlata Houn.

Tou Jaab Say Bichrah Hay Meray Yaar Mujh Say,

Mein Toot Sa Gaya Houn Bikhar Sa Gaya Houn.

Hawayain Jo Teray Dais Say Yahan Atti Hain,

Teri Khushbou Say Faqt Lipti Hui Atti Hain.

Tou Nehen Atta Par Teri Khushbou Zaroor Aati Hay,

Aur Meri Khizan Jesi Zindagi Bahar Ban Jati Hay.

(Muhammad Uzair Khan)

From Pakistan with love and peace

A journey to the east

A journey to the east

“The sun was rising from the east, and each and every thing was becoming crystal clear”.

“The wind was blowing so gently that everyone around me was feeling it at their peak”

“The fragrance of love and harmony was in the air”

“Rays of sun were glittering around me, and making me fresh “

“I gathered momentum and headed myself to east”

“East from where the sun rises, and brightens the day for all of us “

“I fulled my fist with the seeds of love, harmony, peace, and sincerity and started heading towards east”

“My journey continued and I scattered the seeds of love everywhere”

“On my way to east I came across a border that was guarded from both sides”

“I moved further and planted a seed of love and peace”

“I realized that we all have a heart to heart relation that has no boundaries”

“My journey of love, affection, and sincerity has began towards east”

Sowing the seeds of love.

Each and every day passing away teaches us a number of lessons, and the wise people get maximum benefits from these ongoing momentum's of life lessons. Every person has the capacity to trigger positive and negative changes in their daily lives.  Life is full of surprises, as it is not the bed of roses, but it is the amalgam of positive and negative experiences.  People make societies, and hence societies transform them in to different nations with different beliefs, values, and practices. Each and every one has its own area of practice, and they are comfortable in their specific zones. Nationhood, ethnicities, religion, are some of the main driving forces that have shaped the overall worldly societal behaviors. The fragment of any society gets reflection due to its beliefs, practices, and values. When nation states mounted on the map of the world, the overall behaviors of the people were also affected. The love for nation, national identities, and other inter linked national beliefs grew stronger. Making it more simple for all of you, as some times I think that there is a point to ponder too when we think about our self as a nation. I think that people gave their precious lives for their country, for their flag, founder, boundary, national interests, for their people, etc.  And while thinking on these lines, I become so much energetic and patriotic, that sometimes I wonder that I can even face any calamity manfully. In the case of India and Pakistan  such feelings are dominant on the both sides, as I think both the nations have played a key role in nourishing haterdness among their people. I will not pin point anybody else, but I will carry on by sharing my experiences. Right from the school days we get bombarded by different facts and figures that help in rooting up our haterdness. Right from the beginning we were quite updated that our enemy is “India”, and this bombardment carried on till our college days. Yes I admit that such feelings prevailed with me, as I was only seeing the one side of picture. The other side of picture was not shown to me in the past and as a result I was totally alien to other positive things that we can nourish in our selves. During my university days, things started to change and with the guidance of good teachers I was able to identify a soft power in myself too. This spark of soft power was quite strong as compared to the negative power, which we were getting since very long. With my commitment and zeal I tried my best to discover the avenues of growth and prosperity that will lead me to inner peace. In quest to know more about the partition I started asking my elders about their experiences before partition. And most of the time it happened, that whenever they told their life experiences they start weeping. Their love for every one living there before partition was still so fresh and over whelming that my heart melted all the time. Everyone was living in peace, attending each other’s festivals, roaming around together, sharing the good times and the hardships all together.

Those times were so beautiful that the hearts were clean, and the feelings were pure.  I am not referring to any specific example, but a series of examples that I came across after interviewing.  I am sharing all these examples with all of you, so that you can portray a clear picture on your mind. After partition things changed too rapidly, on both sides. The walls of partition divided a house and its people. The wall grew higher and higher with the passage of time. The feeling of love, harmony, coordination, were seen no where around, as only haterdness prevailed in the situation.  Whenever I sit with my grandfather, and discuss all these happenings, he repeatedly remembers his teacher “ Nihal Chand” and tears start to flow from his eyes. While writing these lines, my eyes are becoming too much watery and my hands have stopped writing. I want to give myself a little pause, and then move further. After taking some long breaths, I gathered my energy again so that I can share what I want to with all of you. My grandfather told me that after partition my teacher “Nihal Chand” went to India. And after he went away our primary school in the village became too much desolate. After some time my grandfather started to receive letters from his teacher, inquiring about his colleagues, friends, and the village itself. One day my grandfather received a letter from his teacher, and he told me that when I read that letter I kissed it and saved it with me. In this letter his teacher “Nihal Chand” requested him to send him the soil of the village. He wanted to keep it with himself, as he said one day that this soil is like mother to me. It gave me love, strength, and prosperity, and I need its fragrance around me for the whole of my life. This was the love and the bond of this love was too strong. Now it’s important that we must revive such patterns, and pave a path for a better tomorrow.  It’s important to build bridges of love and harmony instead of building the walls of haterdness. I want to render my life for the prosperity of peace and harmony among the both nations. I want to become the agent of change, so that we can help in securing the future of our coming generations. It was a lucky day for me when I came across the news that I got selected for the building peace project 2014. I was so excited, and over the moon. Truly speaking I was not aware about “Red Elephant Foundation”, and when I came across it I got attracted. This is a great start to mobilize the youth of both the sides, so that they can share their problems and issues with each other. This platform will also help us to solve our different pressing issues, and make ourselves clear.

I am too happy that my partner from the other side is also very loving, cooperative, and kind hearted. I received the news that I am selected for this programme, and soon I will be assigned a partner. After that my mind was inter mingling here and there, and I was too much excited that this is a full surprise package, as I am about to get a colleague from India. And finally the day came; Ishan Zahoor from Delhi was assigned as my group partner. The first conversation we had was full of positive experiences, and we started to develop a better liaison with one another. Hundreds of questions were roaming here and there around me, and I was trying to ask each and every thing from Ishan brother. On the other hand he was too cooperative, and cool minded guy, as he shared his point of view properly and cleared certain ambiguities during the first conversation. The overall programme is full of energy and it’s our duty to streamline this positive energy in the right direction. No matter how long, how high the wall is standing between us, but we will shake our hands together, will bond our selves together, and will peep in to ourselves with love and affection.

This is the first time; I am writing for any blog. I tried my best to share the true feelings of my inner persona, and this journey of love peace and sincerity will go on.