My New Ghazal—->”INTEHAA ABHI BAAQI HAI”(the limit is yet to come)


Jal gaye Mere Armaan Saare Par Dhuaa(n) abhi Baaqi hai,
Juda hai Meri Rooh Mujhse phir bhi Jaa(n) abhi Baaqi hai.

Mere Dil Jigar Jaan Me Meri Saanson me Meri Aaanhon Me,
Aur Kya Kahun Ki Wo Mujh me Kahan Kahan abhi Baaqi hai.

Ya khuda Nahi kee Uff Maine Tere Kisi Imtehaa(n) Pe Lekin,
Bata de bas Itna ki Kitne Aur Imtehaa(n) abhi Baaqi hain.

Ghabrane Lagi hai Meri Qismat bhi Dekhke Junoon-e-Ishq Mera,
Aey Qismat ! Ye To Sirf Ibteda Hai , Intehaa abhi Baaqi hai.

Maana Bujhte Dikh Rahe Meri Ummeedon Ke Chiragh Sabhi,
Par Mere Dil Me Jal Rahi Ummeed Ki Shamaa abhi Baaqi hai.

Hongey Gar Hazaar Tukdey Mere Dil ke To har Tukda Bolega,
Ki ‘Aatif ‘me Usey Paane Ka Wohi Jazbaa Abhi Baaqi hai.

a Ghazal Composed By SYED SABAH UR REHMAN-Aatif’

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You – Poem by Pablo Neruda

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You 


I do not love you except because I love you; 
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love; 
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood. 

by: Pablo Neruda

Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman 


Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

by: Maya Angelou


Ghazal Title:-“Achchhey Waqt Ki Khaatir”


Apney Kal Ko sanwaarne ke liye Apna Aaj Bigaadna Padta hai,

Achchhey Waqt ki Khatir Pehle Bura waqt Guzaarna Padta hai.


Yun to Jeeti Jaati hai Jung Koi Jeetne se hi,

par Aksar Badi Jung Jeetne Ke liye Pehle Haarna Padta hai.


Yun hi Nahin Poori Hoti zindagi ki Har Khwaish Kisi ki,

Iske liye Na jaane kaisi kaisi khwaishon ko pehle Maarna Padta hai.


Aisey hi Nahin chadta Kaamyaabi Ki Seedhiyaan Koi,

Iske liye pehle Apney Ghuroor ko Nechey Utaarna Padta hai.


Gar ban rahin ho Rukawat kuchh purani yadein raah me kabhi,

To un Yaadon ke Pannon Ko pehle Phaadna Padta hai.


Yun hi Nahin chhalakta Dard ‘Aatif’ Ki Ghazlon se koi,

Iske liye Pehle KuredKar Zakhmon ko Apney Ubhaarna Padta hai.


a Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-Aatif

“LAST TIME I SAW YOU”by a Guest Poet-Jillian Joyce of Scotland

“Last Time I Saw You”

You lived on Bank Street

third floor, top left –

I remember the door,

holding my breath,

as it opened

and you’d appear

with a book in your hand,

a cutting remark

on the tip of your tongue.

Naked one time;

still slippy

from the water I could hear gurgling in the drain.


Your flatmate watching as I

slip awkwardly from your grasp,

face blank as stone

while we play stoner games

I keep winning;

laughing all the way back out your door.


Later you drag me to a café

with your new and far more suitable girlfriend.

She and I studiously avoid each other’s gaze

( thanking god for the hangers-on who are tripping balls, Man)

me, because she is so much prettier than I:

her, because she is so far above me 

she might be riding on a cloud.


I watch her flawless mouth

sip bitter expresso,

marble with anxiety

over who will be next?

(You have already jokingly informed me

you are working very hard on one of her friends.)


The urge to gorge on the pain of others

flows strong along old Bavarian waterways.

The forests around familiar towns

are filling up with graves.

In another life

where painful truths

coexist with uneasy truce,

I tried to tell you, last time I saw you.

‘You frighten me,’

I said, (or words to that effect)

‘With your appetites and your disregard for the rest of the human race,’

but you just laughed and rolled over and went back to sleep

by: Jillian Joyce

Biography of the Author:

Jillian Joyce lives in Glasgow in Scotland which is always an interesting place to be. She has been writing for as long as she can remember – documenting, exaggerating and plain old fibbing (or fiction writing, as we call it) about her experiences on this far-flung little piece of the (current) UK. Her work has appeared in print and online magazines including Flashquake, Firstwriter and Cutting teeth and her poem ‘Remnants of a Catholic girlhood’ can be found in the 2016 GWL anthology ‘Mixing the Colours: women speaking about sectarianism’

see her work on WOMEN’S LIBRARY

A Very Romantic poetry:-“HAN YE MOHABBAT HAI” (YES IT IS LOVE)


         Hota hai Jab Zikra-e-Mohabbat to Naam Zehan me Tera Aata hai, 
        Mohabbat Mayne Sirf Tu hai Mujhe To bas Inta Samajh Aata hai .

        Main khud bhi Aazma Leta hun Apni Mohabbat ki Dewangi Kabhi,
        Ki band Karun Jaise hi Aankhen To Chehra Tera Nazar Aata hai.

        Hai Mujhko is Baat ka Ahsaas ki Maujood nahi hai Paas Tu mere,    
        To Phir Pehlu me Baitha ho Tu Jaise dil ye Kyun Ahsaas Karata hai.

        Mar Jaaye Jo Kisi ki Yaad Me Usey Deewaana Kahte Hain Log,
        To Phir Marey Jo Har Lamha Kisi ke Liye Wo Kya Kahlaata hai.

        Chahey Laakh Khafa Rahun Tujhse Main Teri Kisi Baat Se Lekin,
        Dekhta Hun Jaise hi Soorat Teri To Phir Pyaar Aa Jaata hai.

        Peeye Itne Ashq Teri Aankhon Se Maine Ki ab To Ye Aalam hai,
        Ki Udhar Jab Roti Tu hai To Idhar ‘Aatif’ Aansun Bahaata hai.

      A Ghazal Composed By Syed Sabah ur Rehman-‘Aatif’