Monday, May 9, 2011

Dr Saleem Wahid Saleem - poetic tribute by Dr. Shahzad Rizvi

Memories of the Dr Saleem Wahid Saleem

His thought and art convey
Saleem Wahid's elegant taste

The voice of his conscience
is the treasure of his life

The depth of feelings in his poems
provides succor for the heart

The flights of his imagination nourish the spirit
His thought and perspective are the soul of the era

The style of his prose and verse
reveals the uniqueness of his thought, the pride of his art

He is distinguished among the scholars
Not only in Urdu, but in Persian as well

I am grateful to Muslim Saleem
His son, the source of his pride

He is gathering these days
the wonder of his father's creations

O Barqi, every word from the poet's pen
Enchants and nourishes the heart

(Note: I have tried to translate Dr. Barqi's poem with some changes according to the English tradition. When you translate from one language into another, it is always a challenge. Poetry carries the heritage of that language and culture which cannot easily be transformed, and hence something is always lost. Dr. Barqi has written a remarkable poem in Urdu and it conveys his feelings well about your esteemed father and a great poet and person. Dr Shahzad Rizvi)

Translation of Dr. Ahmad Ali Barqi's poem by:Dr. Shahzad Rizvi

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Poetic tribute by Muslim Saleem to Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi


Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi – ek khiraj-aqeedat
By Muslim Saleem
Asha’ar mein ye sur’at-e-guftar to dekho
Bijli si chamak jaaye hai, raftar to dekho
Barqi hai bajaa Amhad-e-mukhlis ka takhallus
Mauzooni-e-alfaz ki chamkar to dekho
Dr. Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi has the uncanny skill of penning poetry very quickly, but maintaining high quality. His ability so much impressed me that I spontaneously wrote the above qat'a in his praise in the noon of Sunday, May 8, 2011.(Muslim Saleem)

YAUM-E-MADAR (MOTHERS DAY) BY AHMAD ALI BARQI AZMI



YAUM-E-MADAR SABHI MANATE HAIN
MAAN KI AZMAT KE GEET GATE HAIN
MAAN HAI JIN KE WAJOOD KI ZAAMIN
MAAN KO AKSAR WHO BHOOL JATE HAIN
MAAN KI MAMTA JAHAAN MEIN HAI ANMOL
MUFT MEIN JIS KO SAB GANWAATE HAIN
MAAN NE KI JIN KI NAAZ BARDARI
NAAZ BIWI KE WHO UTHATE HAIN
GHAR KI SHEERAZA BANDI MAAN SE HAI
MAAN NA HO TO YEH TOOT JAATE HAIN
UN KO MALOOM HAI KI MAAN KYA HAI
MAAN SE JO LOG CHHOOT JAATE HAIN
MAAN KA JAB BHI KHAYAAL AATA HAI
SOTE-SOTE WHO JAAG JAATE HAIN
YEH KHAYAALAAT HAIN BAHUT DIL SOZ
NEEND RAATON KI JO UDATE HAIN
MAAN KA WHO QAUL YAAD HAI MUJH KO
WADA KARTE HAIN JO NIBHATE HAIN
MAAN THI JAB TAK MUJHE KHAYAL NA THA
AB MUJHE DIN WHO YAAD AATE HAIN
MAAN KA NE’AMAL BADAL NAHIN KOII
IS LIYE JASHN YEH MANATE HAIN

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Muslim Saleem - poetic tribute by Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi - on Amad Amad

Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi is a translator-cum-announcer with the Persian services of All India Radio. He has never met Muslim Saleem. But through the blogs and websites launched by Muslim Saleem, Barqi came to know about him and his works. Barqi has mastery over Urdu language and poetry. Here is a poem written by Barqi in praise of Muslim Saleem as a man, a poet and creator or Urdu web directories. which is being published for the benefit of readers. (The websites mentioned in this poetic tribute are 1. www.khojkhabarnews.com, 2. www.muslimsaleem.wordpress.com 3. www.poetswritersofurdu.blogspot.com 4. www.urdupoetswriters.blogspot.com 5. muslimsaleem.blogspot.com 6. muslimspoetry.blogspot.com 7. urdunewsblog.wordpress.com). He had written another anthology earlier. This one is in the light of Muslim Saleem's collection of poetry "Amad Amad".

Dr Saleem Wahid Saleem - a poetic tribute by Dr. Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi

Poetic tribute to Dr Saleem Wahid Saleem
By Dr. Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi
(Dr Barqi is a renowned and established poet, who is at present posted as translator-cum-announcer with All-India Radio's Persian service at New Delhi. He saw Dr. Saleem Wahid Saleem's works on www.saleemwahid.blogspot.com and spontaneously wrote these verses in his praise, which are being published here for the perusal of enlightened readers)


FIKR-O-FUN HAI SALEEM WAHID KA
UN KE ZAUQ-E-SALEEM KA GHAMMAZ

UN KA SARMAYA-E-HAYAT HAI JO
HAI WOH UN KE ZAMEER KI AAWAAZ

AHL-E-DIL KE LIYE HAI WAJH-E-SUKOON
UN KI GHAZLON MEIN HAI JO SOZ-O-GUDAAZ

UN KI FIKR-O-NAZAR HAI ROOH-E-ASR
ROOH PARWR THI ZEHN KI PARWAAZ

UN KE USLOOB-E-NAZM-O-NASR MEIN HAI
NUDRAT-E-FIKR-O-FUN KA NAAZ-O-NIYAAZ

SAATH URDU KE FARSI MEIN BHI
THE WOH ARBAAB-E-ILM MEIN MUMTAAZ

MAIN HOOM MUSLIM SALEEM KA MAMNOON
UN KE FARZAND HAIN JO MAYA-E-NAAZ

DE RAHE HAIN WOH AAJ KAL TARTEEB
UN KE AFKAR KE HAIN JO AIJAAZ

DILKASH-O-DILNAWAAZ HAI BARQI
UN KE ''TAAR-E-NAFAS'' KI HAR AAWAAZ
(Note: Tar-e-Nafas is the title of a poem by Dr. Saleem Wahid Saleem)

Friday, May 6, 2011

Ghazal “Idhar bhi hai, Udhar bhi” by Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi

Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi needs no introduction. Here is a masterpiece Ghazal “Idhar bhi hai, Udhar bhi”released by him. (Muslim Saleem)

Poem "Mother" by Dr Syed Imrana Nashtar Khairabadi

MOTHER

(Dedicated to my mother Syeda Sarfaraz Fatima Nashtar Khairabadi )

Dr.Syeda Imrana Nashtar Khairabadi

Atlanta Georgia USA

My mother

She is an aroma

That permeates all my senses

She is a vision

That assumes all shapes

She is a melody

That soothes me forever

She is a spring

That flows eternally

I fondly remember her melodies

And many acts of kindness

Through health and sickness

She was there

Through joy and sorrow

She was there

Many a time she mended my broken heart

Many a time she corrected my flawed thoghts

Many a time she pulled me from the abyss of life

And encouraged me to scale the heights

As a baby I found refuge in her lap

As a toddler I walked with her finger

As a young woman I found the compass of life from her

In the twilight of her life

Fuelled by fond memories

I served her

And in that service found joy

That surpassed any Paradise

Oh mother! that golden days are gone

You are no more with us

Your memories make us sad

Your sweet smile,your loving guide

Always give us strength

Brighten our days

Lighten our ways

You are always in our prayers.

Nazm " Bomb Dhamaka" by Syed Zia Khairabadi Atlanta Georgia USA

بم دھماکہ

) اُن مظلوم اور معصو م جانوں کے نام جو اِن دھماکوں کی نظر ہو گئے اور اپنے پیچھے نہ جانے کِتنے لوگوں کو روتا اور سِسکتا ہوا چھوڑ گئے (

سیّد ضیاء خیرا بادی

اٹلانٹا )جار جیا (

نظم

میری جو پڑی اخبار پر نظر

اُسکی سُر خیوں میں لِکھا ہوا تھا یہ

’’ بم دھماکے میں مر گئے سیکڑوں لوگ ‘‘

کِتنا جاں سوز سا نحہ تھا یہ

واقع کی جُستجو میں میں پہنچا وہ مقام

وہ شام بڑی اُداس تھی غمگین تھی وہ شام

لاشوں کے ڈھیر تھے جہاں تک نظر گئ

غم کی ایک تیغ مرے دِل میں اُتر گئ

ملبے کے ڈھیر میں تھیں لا شیں پھنسی ہویئں

تھیں بو ڑھی عورتوں کی آنکھیں دھنسی ہویئں

ماں باپ کی لاشوں پر بچّوں کی سِسکیاں

مُمکِن نہیں ہے الفاظ میں اِس ذِکر کا بیاں

تارے جو زمین کے تھے چکنا چور ہوگئے

ماں باپ اپنے بچّوں سے بہت دور ہو گئے

ایک ننھی بچّی لِپٹی ہوئ تھی باپ کی لاش سے

اَ بّا ا َبّا چِلّا رہی تھی دلِ پاش پاش سے

اِس حادثے میں کِتنے گھروں کے سہارے چلے گئے

اِس حادثے میں کِتنی ماؤں کے پیارے چلے گئے

کُچھ بوڑھی آنکھوں کے بُجھ گئے تھے چراغ

دِل میں جل اُٹھے تھے اُن کے سیکڑوں داغ

کچھ نیئ دُلہنوں کے لُٹ گئے تھے سُہاگ

اُن کے ارمانوں کو ڈس گئے تھے کالے ناگ

قیمہ ہوگئے تھے جِسم اُٹھائے نہ جا سکے

دفنانے سے پہلے نہلائے نہ جاسکے

بے غُسل و کفن اِنسانی لاشوں کی گٹھر یاں

اُٹھا کر لے جا رہیں تھیں سرکاری گاڑیاں

ہر طرف آہ و بکا تھی چیخ و پُکار تھی

گھر گھر سے آرہی یہ صدا بار بار تھی

ہر جا پڑی تھیں لاشیں اور بہہ رہا تھا خون

ظالِم کے ظُلم کی داستاں کہہ رہا تھا خون

میرا وجود لرز گیا اس منظر کو دیکھ کر

اِنسانی خون کے بہتے سمندر کو دیکھ کر

آسماں رو رہا تھا زمیں رو رہی تھی

آنکھیں رو رہیں تھیں جبیں رو رہی تھی

جو مر گئے تھے اُن کی غمی رو رہی تھی

جو زندہ تھے اُن پر زندگی رو ر ہی تھی

میں لوٹ کر وہاں سے اپنے گھر آگیا

آنکھوں میں میرے وہ منظر سما گیا

دیکھوں جِدھر بھی میں وہ منظر نظر میں ہے

خونِ اِنساں کا وہ سمندر نظر میں ہے

اِنسان کا اب اِنسان سے کوئ رِشتہ نہیں رہا

محبّت اور خلوص اِس دور میں باقی نہیں رہا

ہر جا ایک بھیڑ ہے ایک اِنتشار ہے

اخباروں میں ایسی خبروں کا ایک انبار ہے

یہ خوبصورت چمن جِس کا دُنیا نام ہے

جہنم بنا رکھا ہےکیا یہ اِنساں کا کام ہے؟

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Poetic tribute to Muslim Saleem by Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi

Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi is the programme executive of Persian services of All India Radio. He has never met Muslim Saleem. But through the blogs and websites launched by Muslim Saleem, Barqi came to know about him and his works. Barqi has mastery over Urdu language and poetry. Here is a poem written by Barqi in praise of Muslim Saleem as a man, a poet and creator or Urdu web directories. which is being published for the benefit of readers. (The websites mentioned in this poetic tribute are 1. www.khojkhabarnews.com, 2. www.muslimsaleem.wordpress.com 3. www.poetswritersofurdu.blogspot.com 4. www.urdupoetswriters.blogspot.com 5. muslimsaleem.blogspot.com 6. muslimspoetry.blogspot.com 7. urdunewsblog.wordpress.com)

NAZR-E-MUSLIM SALEEM
AHMAD ALI BARQI AZMI

MUHSIN E URDU ZUBAAN MUSLIM SALEEM
KARNAME JIN KE HAIN BEHAD AZEEM
UN KI WEBSITE HAI GANJ E SHAIGAAN
JIS SE HAI UN KA AYAN ZAUQ-E-SALEEM
HAI YEH URDU KE LIYE EK FAAL-E-NEK
UN KI HAI DIRECTORY KAAR-E-AZEEM
HAI ADEBON KA YEH NADIR TAZKERA
JO ADAB KI HAI SIRAT-E-MUSTAQEEM
HO GAYA DIL DEKH KAR YEH BAAGH BAAGH
CHALTI HO JAISE YAHAN MAUJ-E-NASEEM

Dr. Ahmad Ali Barqi Azmi on Muslim Saleem on his ghazal “khamoshi se har raz-e-nihaan khol raha hai…”

ASRAR-E-HAQEEQAT KO YAHAAN KHOL RAHA HAI
ASH’AAR MEIN MUSLIM KA QALAM BOL RAHA HAI
SHEERINI-E-GUFTAR SE YEH UN KI AYAAN HAI
RAS JAISE KI KANOON MEIN KOII GHOL RAHA HAI