In Your Joy!!


(Love is,undoubtedly,the most common of all subjects that poets tend to write about or reflect on.It is equally the most difficult of the works to give a meaning to words that imply love.Everyone has a different reflection of this theme,and I am no exception.The poem,written below,is about 4 year old,that I accidentally found written on one of my notes.I have eventually edited some of it’s words,because with time things change,so should our words!!)

In your joy rests the peace of my soul,

In your sorrow I feel the pain of the worlds.


In your smile is the key of my locked heart,


In your frown is the distaste of even heavens!!

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In your paths is the destiny of my soul,



In my heart is the castle of yours.

In your love is the death of my doubts,

In my hate do you lit the light of tonight…

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Distant are the paths that always converge,

Thoughtful is the way you dragged me there,

Unique is the curve of your lovely face,

Elegant the way you talk to my Lord!

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I am not the one you could have for yourself! 

Say me a ghost that appears black on this eve.

I am not the tone of your low slow songs,

Call me a mad who wanders in fear…

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Justice was done to the shadow I owned,

For millions burnt that in the scorching sun!

Yet remained the soul of trust and love,

But the men of hour seldom know it now!

Compiled By:

Aojhal Junaid 

In Pic :

Aojhal Junaid 

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Colours Of Despair!!

What comes as a despair to soul and within
And it turns autumn in the midst of spring
Leaves fall before the bloom of flowers
And sun rushes to hide it’s humiliation
Moon resists to come not naked then
And stars protest the way they keep winking
Birds assume it to be a dull morning
And rest in their abode for another day
Echoes are heard even before the voice
And whispers suggest me a funeral of love
Someone is there in the coffin before
Loosing her name and all she possesed
The dark of this hour has spilled but colours
Colours of despair,colours lifeless
Is she sleeping or pretending to
No,she is dead and hiding herself from herself!!

Written By :

Aojhal Junaid 

Photo Credits :

Pixabay

That Morning!!

(A short poem,and a simpler one,fired at audience who don’t like it my other way!!)

I yearn for a morning
When it lits before dawn
Flowers smile even
When pricked by their own thorn
Is it that morning nearing now
My heart beats,veins tearing now!!

Then this sun won’t look shabby
And sky will look darker blue
Zephyr will touch that inner soul
And the horizon will have brighter hue
Won’t birds feel like making noise…
And sing it in their lovely voice!!

Written By:

Aojhal Junaid 

Photo Credits:

Google 

The Warrior!!

These swords are now blunt
And blood on them turned brown
My shield can’t protect me
And pierced is my gown!!

My arms are feeble
And eyes can’t see
That old lone warrior
I may now never be!

My days are dark
And nights so dull
My words are lame
And my lips lull!

What has brought me here?
To this state of life
I didn’t see my enemy for ages
And never did brush my knife!

I can’t survive this idle
I am a warrior I need war
I can’t be quiet when I can’t
I have come far,very far!

I am the same if you just know
Give me my enemy I will be me
My assaults you won’t survive
I’ll win,and just let it be!

I have to fix some holes though
Yes,my arms need a smithery
My eyes need some more light
Then I’ll give you misery!

Forlorn from wars may be I
But I haven’t forgotten how to fight
My day has come,my enemy
I always had that higher flight!

Don’t think I have given up
And forgiven my enemy
War has begun,war is now
If it is war,then let it be!!

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Written By:

Aojhal Junaid 

Photo Credits:

Google

Translating Allama Iqbal!!

(These are few lines from Baang e Dara,Sir Mohammad Iqbal’s work.Here I present a translation of it,in simplest expressions possible)

Daleel-e-Subh-e-Roshan Hai Sitaaru’n Ki TunakTaabi…

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Ufaq Say Aaftaab Ubhra Gaya Dour-e-Giraa’n Khwaabi…

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(Enough Is The Dimness Of Stars,

The Proof Of A Bright Day.

Revelation Of Sun At The Horizon,

And The Era Of Deep Slumbers Has Fled Away!!)

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Musalmaa’n Ko Musalmaa’n Kar Diya Tuufaan-e-Maghrib Nay…

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Talaatum Haaiy-e-Darya He Say Hai Gohar Ki Saeyrabii!!

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(It Made Muslims The Muslims,

The Storms Of The West.

And In The Undulating Waves Of The Waters

Is The Abundance Of Pearls The Best!!)

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Hazaaru’n Saal Nargis Apni BayNuuri Pay Roti Hai,,,

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Badi Mushkil Say Hota Hai Chaman Mai DeedahWar Paiyda!

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(For Thousands Of Years Does She Weep,

The Nargis Devoid Of Charm And Light!

Her Trails,Wails And Struggle,

Hence Is Born The One Worth Sight!!)

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Nawa Paira Ho Ay Bulbul Ki Ho Teray Tarannum Say,

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Kabuutar Kay Tann-e-Nazuk Mai Shaheen Ka Jigar Paiyda!!

(Burst Into Your Medley,You Nightingale,,,

Your Melody In Every Blink On

May Induce In This Dove,

The Heart Of My Royal Falcon!!)

Original Work:

(Allama)Dr Sir Mohammad Iqbal

Translation By:

Aojhal Junaid 

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Google

These Tears Mine Are For You!!

Tell him I am crying now

Tell him to wake up please

Who’ll rub my tears off?
Who’ll even dare to appease?
Are you listening,
Why aren’t you…
These tears mine are for you!!

You didn’t say me I’ll go
Did you hate me that much?
Who’ll listen to my songs?
Whose heart my words will touch?
Are you there?
Why aren’t you…
These tears mine are for you!!

Compiled By :

Aojhal Junaid 

Photo Credits :

Javaid Mir

The Mirth Of Present!

See,that bird of past
Chirping like her mate
The songs that have no taste
The noises she doesn’t fear to make.

The colour of her feathers
Reminds me of my father’s oven
The one which eats wood
And makes ashes after burn.

The way she walks is lame
Her gait is like my drunk aunt
Who existed in my stories
When even anger would flaunt.

She is begging for mercy
Her words are not so clear
She would love to take some sips
But for her is no elixir!!

Now,
Comes that jolly bird of future
Dancing on her own rhyme
Feeling as if all is her’s
And has won the race with time

Her feathers look so bright
And her voice bit in state
Her gait is not that great
But she is on a date with her fate!

But,
Came the winds so gushing fast
For this bird failed to stay
The colour of her feathers was wiped off
By the rains that were at a bay!!

Her voice choked
So did her song
Her pride had a fall
That she kept for so long!!

Then,
Appeared the bird of present
Simple,solemn with no tricks
Her feathers had only seven colours
And her choice wasn’t of better picks!

But,
Her gait wasn’t one made up
And feathers didn’t have false tinges
Her voice was so natural
Consistent with adjoining fringes!!

The mirthful bird of present
Is admixture of joy and sorrow
It has all for real now
And doesn’t need anything for borrow!!

I love her so much as much so
The bird of present is all I have
I won’t cheat on her anyway
For she is what I will ever have!!
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Compiled By:

Aojhal Junaid

Photo Credits:

Aojhal Junaid