Love Poetry by wellknown Pakistani Poet Hasan Rizvi

I have to exchange this with you for the calf too
That you will remember me sometime
Do not ask any

Each person has their own story
Faces are not read even by educated people
There are modern people but the look is old
Treated each person as his own
I will meet again with no one, this is in my heart
The chirping of sparrows in the gloomy city
That after you it is a lonely life
There is neither friendship with morning nor enmity with night
This life is now a good life

بچھڑ کے بھی مجھے تجھ سے یہ بدلگانی ہے
کہ میری یاد کبھی تو تجھے بھی آنی ہے

نہ پوچھ حال کسی بھی اُداس چہرے کا
ہر ایک شخص کی اپنی الگ کہانی ہے

پڑھے لکھوں سے بھی چہرے پڑھے نہیں جاتے
جدید لوگ ہیں لیکن نظر پرانی ہے

ہر ایک شخص کو اپنا بنا کے دیکھ لیا
ملیں گے اب نہ کسی سے یہ دل میں ٹھانی ہے

شہر اُداس میں چڑیوں کے چہچہے گم سم
کہ تیرے بعد یہ تنہا سی زندگانی ہے

نہ دوستی ہے سحر سے نہ دشمنی شب سے
یونہی یہ زندگی اب تو حسن نبھانی ہے

Then it happened

Then it happened, you had to leave with the wind
Nothing is indispensible

Then it happened that the paths did not converge
He was also egoistic and I too was egoistic

Then it happened that from the hand, the kashkul fell
He did not even leave me after taking alms.

Then it happened that the pleasure of the pain was also said.
A person turned into a stone out of wax

Then it happened that the wound became a manor
Then it happened that the pain came to me

Then it happened that things changed over time
Then it happened that the paths changed completely

Then it happened that the goods of Hashr became
Then it happened that the cities were deserted

Then it happened that the reliefs became camphor
Then it happened that the settlements became lightless

Then it happened that no one was familiar
Then it happened that the pain was no longer intense

Then it happened that he became very busy
And we have no time to remember

Now, does anyone want us these days?
I don’t even love myself anymore

Then it happened that someone settled in my heart
Then it happened that, dreams decorate all ages

Then it happened that he went out in search of someone
Then it happened that I did not find myself all my life.

Then it happened that in the conversation, we met him.
Then it happened that the whole life was a lie.

Then it happened that sorrow became beloved to us
Then it happened that, all the ages planted in the heart

Then it happened that no one else could
Then it happened that the promises were kept for all ages

Then it happened that they sat down, Ghiyas in the way
Then it happened that they did not come all the time

Then it happened that the power of sin was no more
How many people like us have become dervishes…

Romantic Poetry

That I always kept in touch with the memories of
Somehow I kept in touch The first season of Hijr(loneliness) took away sleep
All the seasons are named by a sage
When the coming does not come, forever
On the way, I kept the eye burning lamp
For fresh air even in rainy season
I kept one door of my house open
It was a habit to turn away from the talk
Nor did I put it in front of him
His hatred became the cause of
closeness one day satan
That’s why I kept this courage for a lifetime 

Love Poetry

My loneliness and I often talk about this
How would it be if you were
You say that
You say that
You are surprised at this
How much you laugh at this
If it were you, it would be like that
If it were you, it would be the same
My loneliness and I often talk about this

Poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Poem by a wellknown Pakistani Poet Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Don’t ask me for my first love

Don’t ask me for my first love
I had understood that life is bright
If there is grief, then what is the quarrel of grief?
From your face, the springs in the world are stable
What is kept in the world except three eyes?
So what is found, then the destiny will be naked
It wasn’t like that, I just wanted it to be like that
There are other sorrows in the world besides love
There are other comforts besides the comfort of Wasl
Countless centuries of dark monstrous talismans
Made in silk, satin and cotton
The bodies in the street and market
Covered in dust and bathed in blood
The body returns from the ovens of diseases that
have come out. Look here too
The pus-flowing, decomposing canker sores are
still attractive, Tara Hasan, but what can you do?
There are other sorrows in the age, there are comforts
besides love, there are other comforts besides the comfort
of a relative, don’t ask me for the first love.