The Bare Truth
Written By Sughra Sadaf
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
Wilderness of your eyes,
Desertedness of your countenance,
From your physic, your structure
And repentance of my heart,
All are confessing altogether,
That it is a bare truth, we are faithless,
I tormented you, I made you weep,
And in response you remained loyal,
Ah! But I disregarded you.
My conscience: the voice of my hart,
Whispers that all rulers,
All despots, small and giant
Yes all made you weep,
They all will come back to you again,
They all who gamed with you,
Made you toy, now played then broke,
Now plundered then sold,
I see now the patches of your garden,
Dull and drab, and body week and frail.
O! My country how I should see you
In miserable plight.
O! Motherland you have a tale of love;
There had been times when scarifies
Were the ornaments of your forehead
But now strange are the reversions,
We have forsaken you by diverting our face,
In the love of rivals, and we all are the witness,
That it is a truth, a bare truth, “We are faithless.”
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The Season
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Since you have altered you looks,
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The season of my inner-self.
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Written By Sughra Sadaf
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He who regards me a half being,
He must know at least,
How much complete he is.
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There Exists Someone Around
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There is someone around,
As hard as a rock,
But invisible as wind;
I can neither see Him nor hold,
Nor He has any shadow.
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That often surrounds my entity,
And supports my hand
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Spectacle Of The New World
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Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
I urge for the rainy season,
And joining of the hearts,
The wet soggy nights;
And whispering in silence.
The moon be in the sky,
And I in your company wishing
For the beams being rained
From all sides around,
Breaths be packed with perfume,
And all colours enter into
The threshold of eyes.
There would be honeyed tones,
And broken all walls of hatred amid
The steady secured spectacles,
And all around be worshipped
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And life be a fruitful endeavour,
Hopes reside in the eyes,
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The Warriors Do Not Have The Hearts
I am in search of a heart,
In which miseries,
Of my people could breath;
And the warriors
Do not have the hearts.
My people are born,
But without peace and liberty;
They remain alive.
And die.
When we wished,
To speak for our rights,
Our voices stuck,
To the vocal-cords.
We are the numbers,
With which rulers play,
The game of plus and minus.
Hearken! The eye of glass,
Is always sans sight,
I have the song,
But not the voice;
You have the voice,
But not the song.
Let us then sing
The song altogether,
For the birds
Have forsaken to sing.
I in the concert when sing
The song of peace,
In appreciation get disgust,
As if
The people
Have conspired with the Death.
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An Incentive
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Should raise such a tempest,
As your love,
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Peeping Tom
Careful not to fall
Have to climb your wall
cause youre the one who makes me feel much taller than you are
Im just a peeping tom
On my own for far too long
Problems with the blues nothing left to loose
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Stole my broken soul
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I Want to Be True
I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.
Truth?
Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.
Truth?
Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.
Truth?
Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.
Truth is this moment, the now, the present.
The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.
The truth is I so wish I was with you.
Truth?
So many truths?
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The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
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Separation Became Indispensable
Very brief is the tale of separation,
Strange was my plight,
I was just to step ahead
At the very moment,
Address of the destination
Fell from the hand, and then lost,
At the same moment the fate slept,
While She was about to awaken,
So separation became indispensable
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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The Last Signal Of Fall
(Written during the power crisis and on the moment when electronic media broke the news that a daughter of the nation has been rapped by the law imposing sentinels at the tomb of the Quaid-i- Azam: The founder of Pakistan)
We weep in pauses, we sleep in pieces,
Our dreams break, we wake to the nightmares;
We scratch, rag our bodies, our nails are blooded,
And we take bath every night in our own sweat.
The infants and children weep and wail
As if we are condemned to hellish zones,
But with out being judged,
Much earlier summoned to damnation
And with no hope of deliverance.
The rulers ask us to be patient a little more,
The day of drudgery will pass if we show strength,
The whole nation is going through the grindstones,
And being given childish consolations in response.
Whom should we ask to relieve us of painful dilemma?
All the doors of justice are shut tight,
Offense it is to speak the truth
Or cry out, for the sleeping ears get disturbed.
Who is responsible for the chaos?
Certainly not we but those who rule,
Those who looted, plundered the entrusted wealth,
We save penny by penny and they rob in sacks,
And heap wealth for the sons of their grandsons.
They have made topsy-turvy all the order,
The places of peace are perilous,
We have cheated and deceived God;
We fulfilled not the promises that we vowed,
That the country would be an incarnation of faith
And invincible castle of peace.
Where have gone all those vows,
Who broke them and who are enduring inflictions?
Yes; those who get high places and power through illegal means,
And yet claim to rectify the system.
They are the toys in the hands of global scoundrels
Who are a few but they have kidnapped the humanity,
And they follow them shutting the eyes.
What fears they have?
What are the temptations that have made them silent?
Our future is grim for they have blown out all the lamps,
Darkness is the fate unless we submit to God
And confess our follies and reassure Him to mend our ways.
Every event portends destruction, our extinction,
History imparts the lesson,
Those who adjoin their minds with the wicked planners,
And those who differentiate not between friends and foes
Have no right to exist, and if they do it is either a miracle,
Or concession or violation of the law of nature.
The last signal of fall has appeared, now we are to be trapped
For today a daughter on the tomb of Quaid has been rapped
By no one else but by the wardens of law.
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Where Are You?
I have driven back my car to the porch,
But the hands resting on the steering
Would not switch off the machine.
I have returned,
But where should I go ahead in the house;
Tight are laces of my shoes,
And these gloves are dank.
Look behind awhile!
The collar of my shirt never had been
So dull, as it is now,
The knot of my tie gives off inertia of ages,
The dust of loneliness wraps me from all around,
Where are you my love? Where are you my love?
Written By Qayyum Tahir
Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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Let Us Confess
O! My love,
Separation of centuries
Ensued between us,
But the son of love
Still shines in the heart.
Though we parted
Yet remained loving;
Let us confess that we dwell
In the heart of each other.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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Fashion Me As Your Truth
I wonder what the Fates have in store for us! ? !
Shall we cede to a marriage, the glory now before us! ? !
My life hath traversed it all, yet hath come back around-
To now stand again, in wide wonder, of the joy we have found!
Still, its verity escapes me fully, is this amative yet a wraith! ? !
The answer is on time's horizon, we now faithfully wait!
All I ask of thee: your heart's untethered, veridical tale-
I shall endeavor, contrariwise, to allow my heart's avail!
If but one offer is made, make it thus, I do implore;
You should ne'er be made to want either, forevermore!
Truth of heart and truth of sentiment-one and the same;
Truth should not be mysterious, nor, truth, only in name!
Fashion me as your truth, requited-as I shall, oppositely-
Then only, shall our love alter our life-most gloriously!
Maurice Harris,20 March 2010
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Faithless Heart
At times the woman deep inside me
Wanders far from home,
And in my mind I live a life
That chills me to the bone.
A heart, running for arms out of reach,
But who is the stranger my longing seeks?
I dont know.
But it scares me through and through,
cause Ive a man at home
Who needs me to be true.
Oh, faithless heart,
Be far away from me.
Playing games inside my head
That no one else can see.
Oh, faithless heart,
You tempt me to the core,
But you cant have a hold on me,
So dont come around anymore.
(the feelings here, god, the feelings here.)
God, you know my feelings here
Could wipe my world away,
Ravaging the promises
A stronger heart once made,
So hold me, Im falling so fast,
And tell me that the fighting inside will pass
As I walk away,
And find the strength to choose
The man who waits for me
With a heart thats true.
Oh, faithless heart, (faithless heart....)
Be far away from me.
Playing games inside my head
That only I can see.
Oh, faithless heart, (faithless heart....)
You tempt me to the core,
But you cant have a hold on me,
So dont come around anymore.
Faithless heart!
Oh, faithless heart, (faithless heart....)
Be far away from me.
Playing games inside my head
That nobody else can see.
Oh, faithless heart, (faithless heart....)
You tempt me to the core,
But you cant have a hold on me,
So dont come around anymore.
Well, you cant have a hold on me.
So dont come around.
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The Village Of Deceptions
The world O! Friend,
Is a village of deceptions,
No deference is observed
Behind the pardas.
This is the place where we meet
Losses but not the truth.
O! Friend speak caring least
The difference of ‘I’ and ‘You’,
Here marital pleasures
Of all are robbed off.
Do not press your tongue,
Between the teeth, for your silence
Holds a storm in it.
The world in itself without you,
Is nothing, proclaim aloud
That it has severed you
Only with the fever of love.
Written By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
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In The Clutches Of Death
War
Is a mutiny against life
And civilization.
I am loyal to both
Life and peace,
But forced to live
In the shadow of death.
Those who defeated the armies,
Can not defeat wars.
I am in the clutches death,
And all doors
Of deliverance are slammed.
A few warriors have made hostage
The whole humanity.
“Peace and friendship are incompatible”
Is only war viable?
The army
Is busy is bent upon to slam for us
The door of future.
(Written by Jawaaz Jafri Translated by Muhammad Shanazar)
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