غزل۔۔۔۔۔۔۔ایاز رسول نازکی

زلزلے کب یہاں نہیں آتے
لوگ پھر بھی مکاں بناتے ہیں
ہم زمیں پر کھڑے تو ہیں لیکن
روز اک آسماں بناتے ہیں
ماں سے لے کر دعا وں کے دھاگے
دھوپ میں سایباں بناتے ہیں
بجلیاں کوندتی ہیں طایر بھی
ہر گھڑی آشیاں بناتے ہیں
اپنے قدموں کے نقش کا نقشہ
راہ میں کارواں بناتے ہیں
ایک بلبل بہار لاتی ہے
چار گل  گلستاں بناتے ہیں
پھر غزل خواں ایاز ہوتے ہیں
دیکھیے کیا سماں بناتے ہیں

tukh kashmiri

کینژن دوان ناوِ روژھ تار
کینژن دوان ناوی نار
کینژن کنڈین نیراں پوش
کینژن ارکھور در گلزار

gazal kashmiri

غزل۔۔۔۔۔ایاز رسول نازکی
ٌٌٌ
غزلاہ پراں ایاز دوہے  واہ وا  تہ کر
شارن مہ سن ژ توتہ تمس مرحبا تہ کر
آبس اندرچھہ ژانگئ دزاں شاہ کھساں وساں
خابس اندر ژ پان تمس پیٹھ فدا تہ کر
ماشوق چانہِ دستِ شفا دادئ لد بلاں
دوہس پیٹھیئ مہ تھاو تمس دپھ دعا تہ کر
کُس چانہ شوقہ دراو دِواں نار پتھ ونن
مجراہ تمس ژ  دکھنہ  مگر مرحبا تہ کر
پانس اندر ژ از تہ بناوکھ نہ نوو زگت
موجود آسہ  وُنہ تِہ اگر کیہنہ فنا تہ کر
سودُر چھہ وکھ یہ پژاں کانسہ نو ایاز
اصلس مہ سن تہ سود یِہ واتی ادا تہ کر

gazal.....kashmiri

غزل۔۔۔۔۔۔ایاز رسول نازکی
بازرس منز نہ اکھ دکاں خالی
سانِہ بستی ُچھ پریتھ مکاں خالی
دانِہ لُونکھ تہ آ ے ِتم ہالو
اس چِھہ واوس وں گیج گنڈاں خالی
شینہ موٹھ اکھ نہ حض سپزدریاف
بالہ تینتالہ اس وساں خالی
چھاپہ تراوَن تہ خاب ساری ِنن
چشمہ ساریے چھ وین گژھاں خالی
ناو نوزک نہ بار ویتراواں
تارء ڈینٹِھم خلق تراں خالی
کتجِہ ووننم ژہ چھوئ ییتی روزن
اسِہ چُھ از کل کرن مکاں خالی
ووتھ سا نیُرن ژیہ توتہ چھوی جنگس
تیر ِنیہے ژیہ چھے کماں خالی

Up Town Kashmir

glass windows
for the blind


high ceilings
for the  dwarf


wide roads
for closed minds


huge mansions
for small men

*****
(ayaz rasool nazki)

Down Town Kashmir

they had
latticed windows

they had
vision

they had
low ceilings

they had
heart

they had
narrow lanes

they had
open minds

(ayaz rasool nazki)

K IS POETRY

i am not writing
any poem today
i am in the
valley of kashmir.

ہر سوختہ جانے کہ بہ کشمیر در آید
گر مرغ کباب است با بال و پر آید
عرفی

I am

 looking
deep inwards
i close my eyes
my ears are opened
 plugging them
i see a vast expanse
of black light
glistening
shimmering
not allowing
a ray of white light
to come in
through any slit in the door
 any chink in the window
 
the vast expanse
of dark luminescence
grows brighter
and brighter
till at last
my senses
can not take
any more
about to break
i hold on the latch
tight and firm

then there inside
the chaste pure womb
of nothingness
a black-blue spot
takes shape
it expands
it spreads
it takes an orange hue
till at last
i am no more
in my body
in my soul
i am when
i am not
*******

(ayaz rasool nazki)

Lines in the Palm

the lines on the palm
of my hand
said nothing,
i asked them
on every turn on the road
right or left?
and now
when i have
reached the mountain peak
and am to touch the sky
with my hand
the lines in the palm
speak to me
'we knew all along the way-
you didn't ask'.

(ayaz rasool nazki)

It does'nt care

it doesn't  care

it comes in
of it's own accord
in the dead of night
in the scorching sun
never knocking at the door
there it is,
behind the curtain
stretched across
 the white floor,
there on the shelf
hiding in the  closet
winking through the mirror,
rocking in the  chair
fiddling with the books,
rummaging through the drawers
switching on the lights
playing with the paper weight
round and round
on the table top
humming under the breath
till it descends through
my pen .

(ayaz rasool nazki)

Enlightenment

i closed my eyes
looked inwards
it was dark
un blemished darkness
no spot
no crevice
black
un interrupted

sea of darkness
void
deep
no contours
no edges
no angles
only
depth
deep
deep
only
extent
void and wide
****
i opened my eyes
light
rays upon rays
kissing the window panes
touching the carpet
and spreading around
enclosing my frame
my hallowed being
like a devta
on the calendar
emitting light
but not a ray
entering me
my darkness
virgin chaste pure
a fairy maiden
awaiting union
****
(ayaz rasool nazki)

Lessons in Life

he taught me to see beyond
the ordinary and mundane
a ray holds galaxies
teeming with suns
a drop holds
oceans
in the unseen
a grain
hides deserts
in its chest
he taught me
so many things
i the keen learner
intense listener
walked the ropes
i learnt all
he taught me
what i did not,
he never said
that galaxies
shrink in to rays
that seas
wind up in to drops
and deserts
roll back in to grains

(ayaz rasool nazki)

When the Rain comes

fragrances  dissolve in air
 spread around in the garden
 go out in to the street
 they can not change
 the politics of the place
bees set out with the first light
in search of flowers in the meadow
collecting nectar in their tiny frames
and the queen sits all day
doing nothing

that is how it is,
again i digress
my thoughts wander away
in search of a meadow
full with flowers
i am no bee
i am no bird
i am no tree
do not nest on my branch
do not sit under my wing
when the rain comes
(ayaz rasool nazki, pic @arn)

My Poems

my poems are not mine
they come to me from the void
i am a greedy old man

Words won't listen

why do you descend upon me
in this dark and lonely night
when not a soul stirs
when not a leaf moves
when not a bird chirps
when not a bee hums
this oppressive silence
knots within my chest
and yet you choose to torment me
you with your tiny wings
flutter around my open eyes
you with your pointed beaks
scratch my scalp
you with your rounded limbs
nudge me on
words! tonight i cant write
why don't you ,once in a while
leave me alone.
but i know
words won't listen

(ayaz rasool nazki)

Flood Gates

Flood gates
========
there was a whiff
a sigh or a whisper,
there was something
in the evening air,

 that hit me hard
and knocked my senses out,
i had over the eons
believed that it was over,
it was pass and it was gone,
the nagging pain in my heart
the aching in my chest
it was gone.
life had moved on
the birds had taken to flight
and gone over the firmament
in to un known lands
seeds had been sown over and over again,
crops had ripened and come under the sickle
again and again
seasons had come in a long chain
of light and shade ,of heat and cold.
I had settled to my chores
i had adjusted to my life
all had finally turned out well
but the wind that blew a million times
blew a different shade today,
the light that shone a thousand days
sparkled a different ray today,
some where deep in the bossom
a lock was unlocked
and the doors were flung open
the flood gates came crashing
sinking my last of the boats
and tossing me away
in to the tempest
away from shores.
(ayaz rasool nazki)
(with a Van Gogh  painting courtesy manshoor)

River of Silence

RIVER OF SILENCE
******************
Come and sit beside me
on the cushion of soft sand
on the bank of this river,
the river of silence
the invisible tides
are fuming and fretting
with rage
tossing their heads on rocks
and crushing the hapless fish
between the rolling stones
i can see this all
within the confines of solitude
come and share all my dreams
all my visions
in the dark
***
light is my friend
absence of darkness
and voices ,
are a digression
in silence;
pebbles thrown by a
naughty child
on the placid water's face,
ripples do not last that long
ripples are not there to stay
with each succeeding ripple
its strength wanes
till it finally dies down
and the calm is restored
***

(ayaz rasool nazki)                              (@manshoor)

Me......a short poem kashmiri

بہ---اکھ لوکٹ نظم
؂------
کینژھا کژھیم آبس آب
کینژھا گژھیم واوس واو
کینژھا گژھیم خاکس خاک
پتھ کیا روزِ تہِ زانہ دے
پتھ کیا روزِ تی چُھنہ پے
دہہ رینگا اکھ کھسہِ ہیور کن
ُسہ ِتہ گژھِ آخر شنیا بُزئ
 زیرِس پیٹھ کنہِ کُن زون ژونگ
کمرس منز باگ پراران کس
تیلہ جویا یُس تراویس نوئ
سویتھ یُس زن کھالیس ہیور
بییہ یُس ہاویس دزونئ تُج


Me.....a short poem
------------------------
some  water will mingle with water
some  air will disperse with the air
and some as soil will mix with soi:
what is left only God knows
what is left is un known,
a whiff of smoke will rise up
that too will be lost in space,
an earthen lamp on the stand all alone
in the middle of room awaits
someone who will
feed it oil afresh,
spruce up its worn out wick
and show it a lighted matchstick.
(translation from kashmiri: ayaz rasool nazki)

Shamas Faqir....CONTD..4

my place is behind the veil of pain
the queen will come out and play the game
my place is behind the veil of pain
why was my heart,
the heart of a simple being enamored:
my place is behind the veil of pain
****
look at the dust on the book of destiny ,
love has put a sheen on beloved's face,
this was embroidered on the tunic of my heart:
my place is behind the veil of pain
****
you shall reap in the autumn,
what you sow in the spring.
meditate and keep on humming,
the lover is scared of
neither heat nor cold:
my place is behind the veil of pain
****
what would one know of it,
be him a child or a man grown
who has not suffered the scalding of love,
when to offers his head to some one?
my place is behind the veil of pain
****
Shamas Faqir traversed the whole universe
praying to Lord for eternal life
sitting at home and repeating the word:
my place is behind the veil of pain

(translation:ayaz rasool nazki)

Shamas Faqir....CONTD..3

When shall that simpleton see the light?
(Shamas Faqir)
If you are wise, introspect within:
When shall that simpleton see the light?
****
how do I blame that gardener,
flower plants were sown
and nettle has grown
I watered it and it has bitten me:
When shall that simpleton see the light?
****
deceiver himself gets deceived,
for him the noon turns in to night.
what would a pauper light a hearth for:
when shall that simpleton see the light?
****
don’t waste your counsel on devils lad,
consider him to be base at base
emancipation is not for a dirty core:
when shall that simpleton see the light?
****
the one who jumps in to the ocean of love,
to cleanse his self shall realize
meem,alif and lam
I woud snatch the pearl of realization from his hand:
When shall that simpleton see the light?
****
Shamas, the mad seeks the true Lord,
Allah let my name live forever.
to eat away the moon,
immature ascended the sky:
when shall that simpleton see the light?
****
(translation:ayaz rasool nazki)