Dharmvir Bharti | धर्मवीर भारती

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Dharmvir Bharti

Vida deti ek dubli baanh

विदा देती एक दुबली बाँह सी यह मेड़
अंधेरे में छूटते चुपचाप बूढ़े पेड़

ख़त्म होने को ना आएगी कभी क्या
एक उजड़ी माँग सी यह धूल धूसर राह?
एक दिन क्या मुझी को पी जाएगी
यह सफर की प्यास, अबुझ, अथाह?

क्या यही सब साथ मेरे जायेंगे
ऊँघते कस्बे, पुराने पुल?
पाँव में लिपटी हुई यह धनुष-सी दुहरी नदी
बींध देगी क्या मुझे बिलकुल?

Poetry in storytelling or storytelling in poetry?

Many of us know Dharmvir Bharti as a novelist. Titles like ‘Gunaho ka Devta’ are popular in every Indian household. However, Dharmvir Bharti was also an equally mesmerizing poet as he was a novelist and a playwright.

I’ve been specially inclined to read the master works of authors who dabbled in both storywriting as well as poetry. It is a nuanced art – balancing both poetry and stories. Many writers often believe otherwise. Popular notion goes that storywriting and poetry go hand in hand, co-exist on the same plane and often require the same mindset.

On the contrary, although both come from the same gene of writing, poetry and storywriting are different. Consider this poem, ‘Vide deti ek dubli baanh’, the title indeed fits both for a story and a poem. But as Dharmvir starts emphasizing on the details of the journey, dubli baanh se yeh med’, he moves from the plane of storywriting to pure poetry. He sets the mood with the first line, vida na degi kya kabhi’ and then moves on to present a beautifully painted picture of a village. He does not go into characters, he moves into the details of the scene. Something commonly seen in classical poetry. Reading Dharmvir’s works of poetry is like reading a travelogue. Specially this one, ‘ujadi maang si yah dhool dhoosar raah’, and ‘oonghte kasbe purane pul’. Dharmvir weaves poetic finesse in every word and this is what had enthralled his readers for years.

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गुलज़ार । Gulzar

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Gulzar

Gulzar

सहमा सहमा डरा सा रहता है
जाने क्यूँ जी भरा सा रहता है

काई सी जम गई है आँखों पर
सारा मंज़र हरा सा रहता है

एक पल देख लूँ तो उठता हूँ
जल गया घर ज़रा सा रहता है

सर में जुम्बिश ख़याल की भी नहीं
ज़ानुओं पर धरा सा रहता है

सिद्दीक़ मुजीब । Siddique Mujeeb

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Siddique Mujeeb

Siddique Mujeeb

One of the most remarkable ghazals by Siddique Mujeeb saheb, this work makes him stand tall in the world of Urdu poetry. He has penned numerous other beautiful ghazals. The meter is melodious and instantly echoes through one’s heart. Read the full ghazal and do not forget to share it with your friends and loved ones who appreciate poetry.

आग देखूँ कभी जलता हुआ बिस्तर देखूँ
रात आए तो यहीं ख़्वाब-ए-मुकर्रर देखूँ

एक बेचैन समुंदर है मिरे जिस्म में क़ैद
टूट जाए जो ये दीवार तो मंज़र देखूँ

रात गहरी है बहुत राज़ न देगी अपना
मैं तो सूरज भी नहीं हूँ कि उतर कर देखूँ

ख़ुद पे क्या बीत गई इतने दिनों में तुझ बिन
ये भी हिम्मत नहीं अब झाँक के अंदर देखूँ

कोई इस दौर में एलान-ए-नबूवत करता
आरज़ू थी कि ख़ुदा-साज़ पयम्बर देखूँ

एक सन्नाटा हूँ पत्थर के जिगर में पैवस्त
मैं कोई बुत तो नहीं हूँ कि निकल कर देखूँ

यूँ नशे से कभी दो चार तिरा ग़म हो कि मैं
बंद आँखों से खुली आँख का मंज़र देखूँ

ओढ़ कर ख़ाक ‘मुजीबी’ सुनूँ दुश्नाम-ए-जहाँ
ये तमाशा ही किसी रोज़ मियाँ कर देखूँ

शॉर्लेट ब्रोंटे । Charlotte Bronte

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Charlotte Bronte

Charlotte Bronte

​LIFE, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;

If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall ?
Rapidly, merrily,
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly !

What though Death at times steps in
And calls our Best away ?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway ?
Yet hope again elastic springs,

Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell despair !