Poem: Till We Meet Again…

by Harleen Kaur (India)

Now

Now, that borders have distanced

Us,

I wonder,

How am I ever going to see you again?

 

Maybe

Maybe, I’ll become air and

Cross those wires.

I’d caress your hair as I used to

With my delicate hands,

Under the moonlight.

Do you remember my touch?

 

Or

Or, I’ll become a fish and run with

Chenab or Jhelum.

I hope when you see me

You’ll hold me with your manly hands,

Like you used to clench my waist.

(I won’t fear death now,

Because in a jiff I’ll wake up to eternity).

 

Or

Or, I’ll become a bird,

I’d carry oomph of this land in my feathers

And

Bring it to you.

I hope you’ll run your fingers through those

Feathers and feel it,

As you used to…

I’d sing songs of freedom.

 

Freedom

Freedom, well, I still wonder,

How people confined in barbed wires be free?

So,

Now,

I’ll live in the air.

Hanging from this tree of love.

With a two metres of clothe around my neck,

That couldn’t save me from fiends.

 

I’ll be hanging here.

Till the land underneath both of us become one.

Till we meet again.

 

*This Painting has been made by Saurabh Singh, a student of Gujarat Public School (Vadodara, India) and is a copyright of Aaghaz-e-Dosti.

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Harleen Kaur has pursued English literature from University of Delhi. She curates time in pictures and prose.

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Poem: Kyun Hai Ye Anban..by Late Raj Hindustani

by Late Raj Hindustani

Bachpan se yahi sunta tha ki Pakistan hamara dushman hai,
Puchu kis se, kaun bataye dono mein kya anban hai…

Anban kya hai, jhagda kya hai puchu mein sabse jaakar,
Sab bole nadaan hai tu samjhega na tu khulkar…

Mein bolu nadaan ho tum sab kuch bhi pata na hai tumko,
Pata nahi hai kuch bhi phir kyu bhadkaaye hum sabko…

Thak haar kar ghar mein pahocha pucha Maa se jaakar,
Kyun ladte hai yeh dono tumhi batado Maa khulkar…

Maa boli kuch yu haskar ke beta tu kyu darta hai,
Dosti karne ko hum to kya, Pakistan bhi marta hai…

Rajniti ke is khel ne in dono ko hai yu toda,
Judey hue the dil hum sabke, isne hai rishto ko toda…

Kya matlab tha Maa ka main to kuch bhi samajh na paya,
Soch sochkar raat beet gayi, mein to so na paya…

Ab bada hua to sochta hu kyu na naya jahaan banaye,
Biti bisri bhulkar kyu na aman hi aman failaye…

Jo bade na kar sake kyu na hum hi woh kar jaaye,
Aage badhkar kyu na hum dosti ka haath badhaye…

Sabko bas mein yahi kahunga pyar ke diye jalao,
In diya ke sab andhiyaro ko roshan kar jao…

Likho aisa paigaam ki duniya khush ho jaye,
Pyar ki duniya mein apna naam amar ho jaye…

Jai Hind…❤❤Jeevey Pakistan

This poem was penned down by Raj Hindustani, a 19 year old peace activist from India whom we lost on 9th April 2017.  It was shared to us by Ashish Kr Mishra. Aaghaz-e-Dosti pays respect to him and his commitment to Indo-Pak peace. 

Poem: Insaniyat! Toun Hae Kahan?…by Asad Saleem (Pakistan)

Wo daish hi kya jis daish mei insaniyat na basti ho, panapti ho,

Aiy insaan tu kitna gir gaya, Tere apne haen yeh sarey jag waly

 

Tera quran kahta hae mera bhagwan kahta hae.

Behn bhai  hai ye saare jag wale.

 

Aiy insaan matti daalo watan ko. Insaniyat ko watan banao.

Us paida karne walay ki kurbat pao. 

 

Choro ye rango nasal mazhab wa duniya ke jhouol jhaal

Hum sab  insaan hai, hum sab insaan hain

Chalo pyaar ko badhao aye logo,

 

Watan, nasal, zabaan, zaat ke naam pe kisi ka khoon

kijiye na badhao kisi shaks ke darmiyaan nafrat na phelao

 

Aye insaan tu kyu khudgarz ho gaya

Apne behan bahion ko hi sare bazaar ruswa karta hai

 

Kabhi rang ki khatir kabhi mazhab kabhi kuch aur bahane se,

Sudhar ja aye insaan, jab tak hai jaan sudhar ja…

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*Painting by an Indian student, Arbaz Khan of New Horizon School (Delhi, India). Copyright of the painting belongs to Aaghaz-e-Dosti

Poem: Sarhadein Peeche Reh Jaati hai… by Ravi Nitesh (India)

Khyber ki Pahariyo ko chhu kar,

Peshawar ke Bazaro ki khushbho le kar,

Raavi ki Lehron se Uthti Khanak le kar,

Milti Himalaya ki Baraf se Chamak le kar,

Aati Punjab mei Gehu ki Faliyo se mil kar,

Ye Hawaein Pahunchti hai Kayi sandese le kar,

Kabhi Ardaas, Kabhi Azaan ki Awaazein le kar,

Hamari Tumhari Kabhi Hasi titoli le kar,

Kheton mei Hariyali ki Raunak le kar,

Suhani Yaadon ki Aahat le kar,

Ye Hawayein Har Roz Chali aati hai,

Sarhadei Peeche Reh jaati hai…

*This painting is by Maham Gulzar, a school student from Toba Tek Singh (Pakistan). Copyright of the painting is with Aaghaz-e-Dosti

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Ravi Nitesh is from Delhi. He is the founder of Mission Bhartiyam and Aaghaz-e-Dosti

Poem: Hum Aik Hain, Hum Aik Hain… by Shumaila Manzoor (Pakistan)

Aao Hum Apne Zehnon Se Pak-O-India Mita Daite Hain

Es Waqt Ki Zarurat Ko Koi Naam Naya Sa Daite Hain

Bhool Jao Na Shikwe, Us Ghuzre Huye Waqt Ke

Badha Ke Hath Dosti Ka, Sar Kuchal Ke Dushmani Ka

“Huma Aik Hain Hum, Aik Hain” Ka Parcham Lehra Daite Hain

Aao Hum Apne Zehnon Se Pak-O-India Mita Daite Hain

Boye The Jo Puranon Ne, Mafadi Siasatdanon Ne

Nafrat Ke En Bijon Ko, Dushman Ki Ummeedon Ko

Chalo Hum Tum Mil Kar Be-Samar Bana Daite Hain

Aao Hum Apne Zehnon Se Pak-O-India Mita Daite Hain

Tu Bhi Choom Mera Hajr-e Aswad, Main Bhi Poojon Tera Pathar Ka Rab

Mere Kaabe Main Tu Diye Jala, Tere Mandir Main Ho Mera Hajj

Lo Hum En Mazhabi Faslon Ko Mita Daite Hain

Aao Hum Apne Zehnon Se Pak-O-India Mita Daite Hain

Tera Pathar Ka Rab Tu Aik Taraf Main Teri Bhi Pooja Kron Ga

Bas Aik Baar Kaho Dil Se “Hum Aik Hain, Hum Aik Hain”

*This painting is by an Indian student, Prashanth Naik of Kendriya Vidyalaya School No. 1, Uppal Hyderabad (Telangana, India) and belongs to Aaghaz-e-Dosti.

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Shumaila Mazoor is a BSC Student, National College of Mandi, Faizabad, Dist Nankana Sahib (Pakistan)

Poem: Koi Jang Meri Na Khushiyan Ujaade by Ravi Nitesh (India)

Kahani nahi hai ye teri meri

Ye hai ek daastan dard bhari si,

Sarhad pe rehne walon se puchho, 

Unke liye kya hain jeene ke maayne,

Vo kehte hain es saal fasal khoon ugi hai , 

Vo kehte hain baarish bhi badhiya hai aayi,

Dua bas hai honi itni kubool ab,

Mere khet me koi tank bomb na aaye,

Bagal ke jile me hai phulon ki kheti,

khushboo uski udkar mere khet aaye,

Dua bas hai honi, itni kubool ab,

Koi phool abki raunda na jaaye,

Na aaye yahan baarudon ki khushboo,

Sunayi na de mujhko cheekhein pukarein, 

Maalik mere bas itna hi de,

Koi jang meri na khushiya ujaade…. 

*Painting by a Pakistani student, Mohammad Hamza. This painting is copyright of Aaghaz-e-Dosti.

Poem: Kaash Main Ik Parinda Hoti… by Fatima Shah (Pakistan)

Kaash Main Ik Parinda Hoti

Pakistan bhi ghoomti India ki Sair bhi Karti

Masjid bhi ho aati, Mandir ka darshan bhi karti

Hunza aur Swat ki Vaadiyo mei Udti

Shimla aur Himalaya ka Tawaaf bhi kar aati

Kuch Yaadei Is Jagah, Kuch Lamhe Waha ke

Qaid Karti

Na Fauj, Na Sarhad ki Rok Tok

Kabhi India, Kabhi Pakistan Ho Aati..

Kaash Main Ik Parinda Hoti…

    – Fatima Shah, Hunza (Pakistan)

*Painting by an Indian student. This painting is copyright of Aaghaz-e-Dosti

 

Poem: khayalo ke safar-e-sarhad par.. by Varun Tyagi (India)

In khayalo ke safar-e-sarhad par jab hum musafir hue,

toh sare raah, ek patthar ke se, darakht-e-Bargadh se Mukhatib hue…

Kuchh baichan, hairan, kuch sawaalo se parehsan, hum ruke aur poocha…

ki is tapti dhoop mei, jo akad kar khade rehte ho, kya jalte nahi tum,

kya bilkul bhi jalte nahi tum…

Is aasmaan se tapakte in boondo ke khanjaro se, kya galte nahi tum,

kya bilkul bhi galte nahi tum…

Us chenaab, Sindhu ko choomkar aati thandi hawao mei, kya jhadte nahi tum,

kya bilkul bhi jhadte nahi tum…

Ye betarteeb, be maksad, betahasha daudti hui mukhtasir si Zindagi mei,

ek hi jagah barso khade rehkar, kya thakte nahi tum.

kya bilkul bhi thakte nahi tum…

Is khudgarzi ki abo hawa mei, bekhudi ka butt bankar, kya khapte nahi tum,

kya bilkul bhi khapte nahi tum…

Silsila mere sawalaat ka thama,

jab us darakht ne apna haal-e-dil bayan kiya…

ki jab taqseem ki jad mei ayi thi sadak-e-shershahi,

kuch ghar yaha jale thei, kuch ghar vahan jale thei,

us aag mei haan Tape thei hum, kuch zyaada hi tape thei hum…

kuch aankho se behte kajal ki Fuharo ne jab bhigoya tha hume,

us nami mei gale thei hum, kuch zyada hi gale thei hum…

Zor kisi hawa mei toh na tha, per jab Sindhu aur Chenab ko ajnabee hota dekha,

us shushk thandi insaniyat k sath, jhade thei hum, 

kuch zyada hi jhade thei hum…

Is bemaksad see zindagi mei jab zindagi ko dum todte dekha tha,

tab insaniyat se thake thei hum, kuch zyada hi thake thei hum…

Aur zikr khudgarzi ka kya karein Raahgeer,

humne apno ko apno ki lassho ko dafnate/aag lagate dekha tha,

us roz sach mei khapp hi gaye thei, kuch zyaad hi khape thei hum..

Jo manzil ko tu pahunche musaafir toh bas yaad rakhna ki

is sarzameen ne jo behsarmi aur behayai ka manzar dekha tha,

us manzar ko dilo mei Dafan kare jal rahe hai hum,

kuch zyada hi jal rahe hai hum….

*Painting by a Pakistan student. This painting is copyright of Aaghaz-e-Dosti.

A poem of hope on the independence day

Photo Source: Internet

Haath jodein, qadam milayen, gale lagaye apno ko,
jo sarhadon mei bikhar gaye, phir bune un sapno ko…
Aman hai teri sipar, ishq hai tera raasta,
kaise mite yeh adaawat, kis ka dein waasta..
Ye kaisa khauff taari hai, ye kaisi sharmsaari hai,
mazi ek tha, ab ek dusre ko tasleem karna bhari hai…
Lakeerein zameen pe hai, dilon ke darmiyan nahin,
gar badalo se dekho, to sarhadei darmiyaan nahin…
Utho ke mustaqbil, ab hum hi badal sakte hain,
dagmagate hue qadam, ab bhi sambhal sakte hain…
Kitne mare, kitne maare, kitno ke bikhre aashiyaan,
ab aaghaaz ek naya ho, ki bair na rahe ab darmiyaan…
Khaaki, fiza mei bas mulk-o-mazhab ke naare rehte hain,
koi naala nahi jahaan insaan ko insaan kehte hain…

– “Khaaki” (India)

Poem on the death of a soldier in a ceasefire violation

by Ravi Nitesh (India)

Source: Internet

Vo ek jawan jo kal tak mustaidee se khada tha wahan, 
Vo hind ka ho ya pak ka, par data tha wahan,
Use sikhaaya tha tumne ki apnee zameen se pyaar karo,
Waqt aa jaaye toh apnee jaan desh par qurbaan karo,
Bade fakra se usne shareer par khaayeen goliyan,
Nahee maloom usko , ki siyasatein laga rahee boliyan,
Naam ram ho ya raheem ho, farak kya padta hai,
Sarhad-e-hind ho ya pak ho, farak kya padta hai,
Khoon wahee hai, rang wahee hoga,
Jis maa ne khoya beta, usko dard wahee hoga,
Tum uske dard se apna naata tod lete ho,
Sirf zameen ke waaste, insaniyat se muh mod lete ho..