Eastern Poetry

Sickness casts a long shadow, its icy fingers etching pain onto flesh and spirit. In the hushed realm of illness, Urdu poetry becomes a poignant companion, a chorus of whispered verses echoing the aches of fevered brows and weary limbs. For centuries, poets have navigated the labyrinthine alleys of bemaari, their words a tapestry woven […]

In the kaleidoscope of Urdu poetry, human rights shimmer with a poignant and magical light. Words, like brushstrokes on the canvas of human suffering, paint evocative images of injustice and yearning for a more equitable world. Mirz Jafar Zatalli’s heartbroken verse, “Khoon-e-nahaq se har taraf gulzar hai khiltaa, kis ke hathon hai mazalim ka daaman,

Urdu poetry, with its rich history spanning over 800 years, holds a mirror to the human condition, reflecting even the darkest aspects with profound beauty. The sting of fraud and betrayal finds poignant expression in verses penned across centuries. Take Mirza Ghalib’s iconic line from 1826, “Har ik taraf se firaaq dhikhaata hai mujh ko,

Ah, bahar! Spring in Urdu poetry isn’t merely a change in season; it’s a metamorphosis of the soul. Words like Mir Taqi Mir’s “Gul khilay hain har taraf, dil khush hai har jagah” (“Flowers bloom everywhere, the heart rejoices in every corner”) paint a vibrant canvas of joy, while Faiz Ahmed Faiz’s poignant couplet, “Gulon

In the twilight of solitude, where shadows lengthen and silence echoes, Urdu poetry becomes a whispering companion. Verses, spun from threads of moonlight and heartache, drape over the lonely like a moonlit shawl. A single line by Mir, “Ek shamma hun main tanhai mein jal ke raat bhar,” illuminates the ache of an alone girl,

In the labyrinthine alleys of Urdu poetry, where moonlight spills onto ink-stained parchment, there shimmers a genre called “Deewangi.” It’s madness, darling, spun into silken couplets, a symphony of sighs played on the broken strings of a lover’s heart. Imagine Mir Taqi Mir, the uncrowned king of melancholy, whispering, “Deewana bana hai duniya ka nasha

In the realm of South Asian poetry, love finds its voice in a beautiful confluence of Urdu and Hindi. For someone special, words dance across borders, painting vibrant portraits of affection with delicate brushstrokes. Two lines from a Faiz Ahmed Faiz ghazal resonate, whispering, “Tere hijr mein suraj dhalta hai, phir nikalta hai, magar har

The pyre crackles, a symphony of flames licking at the sky. At the shamshan ghat, the air hums with a heavy silence, punctuated by the murmur of Urdu and Hindi verses. Words, whispered or sung, rise like smoke towards the heavens, carrying grief, remembrance, and the fragile hope of release. Shamshan Ghaat Pe Hindi Urdu

Urdu poetry, with its rich tapestry of emotion and imagery, holds a special place for capturing the intricacies of family and lineage. Two lines can encapsulate generations of history – “Hum rahe, woh chale gaye, ye zindagi hai kya sahara?” (We remain, they departed, what solace does this life offer?), whispers Faiz Ahmed Faiz, his

Urdu poetry, often synonymous with romance and elegance, unveils a poignant truth in its verses: its profound ability to speak to the darkest depths of human experience. Nowhere is this more evident than in its exploration of depression, tension, and anxiety. In a world where statistics report a 28% increase in global depression since 2005,