Mahzar Imam – Yad-e-Raftagan by Barqi Azmi

Mahzar Imam – Yad-e-Raftagan by Barqi Azmi (Published by Muslim Saleem on February 1, 2012).

Tributes to Mazhar Imam by Barqi Azmi and Muslim Saleem

Bhopal, January 30, 2012 (Ataullah Faizan) : Poet and writer Amhad Ali Barqi Azmi has paid poetic tributes to noted Urdu poet Mazhar Imam. A condolence meeting was also held at Bhopal where tributes were paid to the departed soul. The meeting was presided over by Mulsim Saleem. Mazhar Imam breathed his last at New Delhi on Monday.He was 83 and is survived by wife, a daughter and a son.

He was laid to rest at Mayur Vihar, Phase -1, on Tuesday afternoon. The poet, who enriched Urdu poetry with a new genre of Aazad Ghazal, died of heart attack. A writer since the age of 13, Imam retired as the senior director of Doordarshan in Jammu and Kashmir but his real passion lay in reading and writing.He had 13 books on Urdu poetry published and also founded a new genre of Urdu poetry called Azad Ghazal.

The litterateur, who was counted among the leading contemporary poets, had four volumes of poetry to his credit -- Zakhm-e-Tamanna (1962), Rishta Goonge Safar Ka (1974), Pichle Mausam Ka Phool (1987) and Band Hota Hua Bazaar. In addition, a collection of his critical essays Aati Jaaati Lehren had also been brought out. He is recipient of many awards like the prestigious Sahitya Akedemi Award, Ghalib Award, Delhi Urdu Academy Award, Maulana Mazharul Haq Award and All India Mir Academy Award.He influenced a number of poets and inspired them to create aazad gahazal . He was sensitive to the changes that were influencing Urdu poetry of his day. His works left mark on the Urdu literature of the era of progressive movement, modernism and post modernism. He was born in 1928 in Bihar’s Darbhanga district. His father Syed Amir Ali was a post master. Imam did his post-graduation in Urdu and Persian before going to Pune for diploma from TV and Film Institute. He had settled in Delhi after retirement. The late poet had started his career from Kolkata with a daily Karvana in 1951.

NAZR E IBN E INSHA AHMAD ALI BARQI AZMI

jo kuchh bhi tum se paya hai,ab mera yahi sarmaya hai

insha ne sahi farmaya hai,jo kuchh hai yahaan”sb maya hai”

mumtaaz ki yaad mein shahjahaan ne taj mahal banwaya hai

paise ne gul yeh khilaya hai,jo kuchh hai yahaan sab maya hai

hain rishte nata matlab ke,koii bhi kisi ka nahin yahan

koii apna na paraya hai,jo kuchh hai yahaan sab maya hai

tum daam e fareb mein mat aana ,yeh tum ko shikar banaein ge

sab ne ek jaal bichhaya hai,jo kuchh hai yahaan sab maya hai

chalti phirti tasveeron mein mat dhoondh sukoon e qalb o jigar

ek daam e fareb yeh kaaya hai,jo kuchh hai yahaan sab maya hai

rakh yaad tere kaam aaye ga,main ne jo tujhe sunaya hai

uljhi guththi suljhaya hai,jo kuchh hai yahaan sab maya hai

phirte hain rikaabi mazhab jo,sab pet ke bande hain barqi

le lein ge jo ab tak paya hai.jo kuchh hai yahaan sab maya hai

(posted by Muslim Saleem - January 26, 2012)

EK JASHN E BA WAQAR HAI 26 JANUARY by AHMAD ALI BARQI AZMI اک جشنِ باوقار ہے ۲۶ جنوری‎

EK JASHN E BA WAQAR HAI 26 JANUARY

EK WAJH E IFTEKHAR HAI 26 JANUARY

PARCHAM GUSHAII KIJIYE HAR JA BASAD KHULUS

MIZAAN E AITEBAR HAI 26 JANUARY

DASTOOR E HIND KA THA ISI DIN HUA NEFAAZ

IS KI HI YAADGAAR HAI 26 JANUARY

DUNIYA MEIN HAI JO HIND KI AZMAT KA EK NISHAAN

WOH JASHN E SHAANDAR HAI 26 JANUARY

GULHA E RANGA RANG HAIN IS KE NAZAR NAWAAZ

SAB KE GALE KA HAAR HAI 26 JANUARY

SAB KE SUKOON E QALB KA BAIS HO YEH NA KYON

EK NAKHL E SAYA DAAR HAI 26 JANUARY

JITNA BHI DIL LAGANA HAI IS SE LAGAIYE

BAS PYAR PYAR PYAR HAI 26 JANUARY

ITNA BHI KOII NAAZ KARE IS PE HAI WOH KAM

BARQI TERA WAQAAR HAI 26 JANUARY

Shuja Khawar - yad-e-raftagan - barqi azmi

Noted Urdu poet and writer Shuja Khawar passed away on January 21, 202. Here is a poetic tribute to him by Amhad Ali Barqi Azami. (Posted by Muslim Saleem on January 22, 2012).

Ibne Insha death anniversary tribute by Barqi Azmi ایک فی البدیہہ غزل : نذرِ ابنِ انشا مرحوم

احمد علی برقی اعظمی
جو کچھ بہ تم سے پایا ہے،اب میرا یہی سرمایا ہے
‘‘انشا نے سہی فرمایا ہے،جو کچھ ہے یہاں’’ سب مایا ہے
ہیں رشتے ناتے مطلب کے،کوئی بھی کسی کا نہیں یہاں
کوئی اپنا نہ پرایا ہے،جو کچھ ہے ہیان سب مایا ہے
تم دامِ فریب میں مت آنا یہ تم کو شکار بنائیں گے
سب نے اک جال بچھایا ہے،جو کچھ ہے ہیان سب مایا ہے
چلتی پھرتی تصویروں مین مت ڈھونڈ سکونِ قلب و جگر
اک دامِ فریب یہ کایا ہے، جو کچھ ہے یہاں سب مایا ہے
پھرتے ہیں رکابی مذہب جو سب پیٹ کے بندے ہیں برقی
کھو جائے گا جو پایا ہے،جو کچھ ہے یہاں سب مایا ہے
ابن انشاء-شاعر ترا، انشاء ترا
11 جنوری 1978 انشاء جی کی تاریخ وفات ہے، گزشہ کل گزرے اس دن کو پاکستان کے چند ٹی وی چینلز نے یاد رکھا اور خبر نشر کی لیکن کسی نے انشاء جی کی قبر کی تصویر نہ دکھائی، وجہ اس کی یہ ہے کہ انشاء جی کی قبر پر کتبہ نہیں ہے۔
کچھ عرصہ قبل شام مغرب کے وقت مشفق خواجہ صاحب کی لائبریری کا قصد تھا اور وہاں حآضری سے قبل خیال آیا کہ انشاء جی کو سلام کرلیا جائے۔ دو برس پیشتر آج ٹی وی کے ایک رپورٹر جن کو ہم جناب ابن صفی کی قبر پر لے گئے تھے، قریب سے گزرتے وقت ہاتھ کے اشارے سے کہا تھا
“یہ انشاء جی کی قبر ہے”
جس طرف وہ ہاتھ کا اشارہ کرتا تھا وہ قبرستان کا داخلی رستہ تھا، گاڑی چشم زدن میں اس کے سامنے سے گزر گئی تھی۔ اس روز نہ صرف انشاء جی کی بے نام و نشان قبر ملی بلکہ وہاں اطمینان سے فاتحہ پڑھنے کا موقع بھی نصیب ہوا.
سلمان علوی نے انشاء جی کے اس کلام (انشاء جی اٹھو اب کوچ کرو) کے جواب میں قتیل کی غزل ‘یہ کس نے کہا تم کوچ کرو‘ گا کر حق ادا کردیا ہے
یہ کس نے کہا تم کوچ کرو، باتیں نہ بناؤ انشا جی
یہ شہر تمہارا اپنا ہے، اسے چھوڑ نہ جاؤ انشا جی
جتنے بھی یہاں کے باسی ہیں، سب کے سب تم سے پیار کریں
کیا اِن سے بھی منہہ پھیروگے، یہ ظلم نہ ڈھاؤ انشا جی
کیا سوچ کے تم نے سینچی تھی، یہ کیسر کیاری چاہت کی
تم جن کو ہنسانے آئے تھے، اُن کو نہ رلاؤ انشا جی
تم لاکھ سیاحت کے ہو دھنی، اِک بات ہماری بھی مانو
کوئی جا کے جہاں سے آتا نہیں، اُس دیس نہ جاؤ انشا جی
بکھراتے ہو سونا حرفوں کا، تم چاندی جیسے کاغذ پر
پھر اِن میں اپنے زخموں کا، مت زہر ملاؤ انشا جی
اِک رات تو کیا وہ حشر تلک، رکھے گی کھُلا دروازے کو
کب لوٹ کے تم گھر آؤ گے، سجنی کو بتاؤ انشا جی
نہیں صرف “قتیل“ کی بات یہاں، کہیں “ساحر“ ہے کہیں “عالی“ ہے
تم اپنے پرانے یاروں سے، دامن نہ چھڑاؤ انشا جی
کراچی کے دوڑتے بھاگتے بے رحم ٹریفک سے بے نیاز، لب سڑک ہمارا پسندیدہ شاعر محو استراحت ہے، ایک پختہ احاطے میں خاندان کی پانچ قبریں— کتبہ نہ ہونے کی وجہ سے عام لوگ بے خبر – ہاں مگر ایک پھول بیچنے والا باخبر نکلا
اللہ تعالی جنت میں درجات بلند فرمائے
تو باوفا، تو مہرباں، ہم اور تجھ سے بدگماں؟
ہم نے تو پوچھا تھا ذرا، یہ وصف کیوں ٹھہرا ترا
ہم پر یہ سختی کی نظر؟ ہم ہیں فقیر راہگزر
رستہ کبھی روکا ترا، دامن کبھی تھاما ترا
ہاں ہاں تیری صورت حسیں لیکن تو اتنا بھی نہیں
اک شخص کے اشعار سے شہرہ ہوا کیا کیا ترا
پی آئی سے کی جس فلائٹ سے انشاء جی کا تابوت آتا تھا اس کے پائلٹ نے استاد امانت علی کی آواز میں ‘انشاء جی اٹھو‘ لگادی تھی مسافر سنتے رہے اور روتے رہے تھے۔ استاد کی گائی اس غزل کو بغیر آنسو بہائے نہیں سنا جاسکتا۔
بند آنکھیں ہوئی جاتی ہیں پساریں پاوں
نیند سی نیند ہمیں اب نہ جگانا لوگو
ایک ہی شب ہے طویل، اتنی طویل، اتنی طویل
اپنے ایام میں امروز نہ فردا لوگو
گلوکار فیصل لطیف نے انشاء جی کا کلام ‘سب مایا ہے‘ خوب گایا ہے، احباب اسے یہاں سن سکتے ہیں:

زیر نظر پوسٹ کے ہمراہ چند تصاویر منسلک کررہا ہوں۔ پہلی تصویر انشاء جی کی قبر کی ہے، دوسری میں درمیان والی قبر انشاء جی کی ہے، تیسری تصویر میں انشاء جی اور جمیل الدین عالی صاحب ہیں، چوتھی تصویر میں پاکستان ٹیلی وژن کے ایک انٹرویو میں ابن انشاء تشریف رکھتے ہیں اور ان کے ساتھ اشفاق احمد و بانو قدسیہ، فرہاد زیدی اور جمیل الدین عالی ہیں۔ آخری تصویر مین انشاء جی، ضیاء محی الدین اور ناصر جہاں ہیں
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Khushamdeed New Year 2012 Muslim Saleem & Dr. Kewal Dheer

Rashid Khaleel writes on Muslim Saleem

Muslim Saleem – ham asr shairi ka naqeeb Article by Rashid Khaleel published in Daily Insaf, Lahore Dated April 27, 2011

Atif Javed Atif - Ghazal "Ai musawwir" October 6, 2011

GHAZAL (ATIF JAVED ATIF)

tujh say ger ban sakay bana ker la !!

Ai mussawwir bana !! bana ker la ..

Habs ko phailta dikha dil mein ...

phir ussay ja'baja bana ker la ...

Dard kuch la-dawa sa lagnay day ..

zakhm ko na'rasa bana ker la ..

jiss jaga per diya bana hai daikh ..

ab yahan per hawa bana ker la ..

chait ka chaand , chodhvii'n ki raat !!

jheel ka aaina bana ker laa ..

aankh mein rung bhar annabi sa..

phir ussi ko khafa bana ker la ...

ik musaafir thaka hua sa orr...

dur tak raasta bana ker la...

door tak ghoorti hui ankhein ..

aasma'n mein khala bana ker laa..

jiss jaga per tmaam ho rsta...

buss wahin haadisa bana ker laa

Muslim Saleem on Qaiser Aziz's book Tamee,-e-Arzoo

Muslim Saleem on Qaiser Aziz's book Tameel-e-Arzoo

Noorul Hasnain on Muslim Saleem's poetry

Noorul Hasnain on Muslim Saleem's poetry

Syed Noorul Hasnain is an established litterateur and critic of Urdu literature. He has deep insight into poetry as well. Here is an article written by him focusing on some brighter aspects and dimensions of Muslim Saleem's poetry.

Topical Poem on father’s Day یومِ پدر: ایک موضوعاتی نظم

AHMAD ALI BARQI AZMI

AAJ HAI YAUM E PEDAR JIS KO MANATE HAIN PESAR

HAIN NAII QADRON KE AB AASAAR HAR SOO JALWA GAR

HAIN HAMESHA WAJEBUL TAZEEM MADAR AUR PEDAR

FARZ HAI HUM PAR KAREIN TAZEEM UN KI UMR BHAR

LOG IN MEIN DEKHTE HAIN APNI MALI MANFE'AT

KAR O BAAR E ZINDAGI HAI YAUM E MADAR AUR PEDAR

YAAD RAHTE HAIN UNHEIN YEH AALAMI MAKHSOOS DIN

ZINDAGI BHAR JO NAHIN RAKHTE KABHI UN KI KHABAR

JAARI O SAARI RAHE GA YEH MAKAFAAT E AMAL

YAAD RAKHEIn YEH PESAR HONGE KABHI WOH BHI PEDAR

KARTE HAIN AULAD KI KHOON E JIGAR SE PARWARISH

KYON NAHIN RAKHTI HAI YEH AULAD PHIR UN KI KHABAR

HAZRAT E YAAQOOB NE KHO DI THI APNI ROSHNI

IS SE YEH SABIT HUA AULAD HAI NOOR E NAZR

MAAN LEIN AHMAD ALI BARQI KA HAI YEH MASHWARA

JAISA JO BOTA HAI MILMARTA HAI USE WAISA SA

DAUGHTERS OF CHINA By Dr. Saleem Wahid Saleem: Translation by Dr Shahzad Rizvi

DAUGHTERS OF CHINA
By Dr. Saleem Wahid Saleem

English translation by Dr. Shahzad Rizvi

Daughters of China
Their beauty like the first ray of dawn
Their faces symbols of valour and brilliance
Their shapely bodies slung with rifles
Whether it be the parade ground or the battlefield
They are single-minded about their objective
Beauty of tresses or slim waist has no meaning for them
They have no use for silk or finery
They honour mountains and deserts by treading on them
They are symbols of perfection and souls of action
Their love is duty and they are fond of their uniforms
Though believed to be members of the "delicate gender"
They conduct themselves like the bravest of men

//Note: Some liberties have been taken to make sense in English//

The Battle of Life – a poem by Dr. Shahzad Rizvi

I was hung over this morning
From life’s assault.
I could hardly move an emotion, a thought.
Lovers, beasts, spouses came and tried
To rid me of this affliction
But nothing helped.
Like a stifled desire
I lay there motionless
While the world criss-crossed me,
Sneering, jeering,
Branding me misguided, misanthrope, misfit.
Invective missiles flew around me
My shameless body repelled most of them
But one managed to puncture my fragile skin
My heart splattered all over the universe
Creating Rorschach blots of pain and frustration.
I had thought my reason for being was my own happiness,
My life was a gift to me from Nature,
I could do whatever I wished with this precious possession.
But that is not what the self-appointed life-planners believed.
They went to work, and when they were done,
Nothing but a speck of dust was left.

(Posted on June 5, 2011 by muslim saleem)

Raheemuddin, my friend; writes Muslim Saleem

Holland se aaya mera dost, bloggers salaam karo

Bhopal: June 3, 2011

Asma Farooq, Rebecca, Raheemuddin and Muslim Saleem at Bhopal Railway station on June 3, 2011

Muslim Saleem and Raheemuddin at Bhopal Railway station on June 3, 2011

It was a historic and emotional reunion between old time pals Raheemuddin and Muslim Saleem at Bhopal railway station from 10.05 to 10.15 pm on Friday, June 3, 2011. Raheemuddin and Muslim Saleem were very fast friend during their schooldays at AMU City School and then Aligarh Muslim University Aligarh. They were together in the school till 1970. After joining the university, Raheemuddin branched out to commerce while Muslim Saleem went to the Art Faculty and therefore, the frequency of meetings dwindled, but not the brotherly affection. In 1974, Muslim Saleem moved to Allahabad and then Bhopal in 1979 and settled there. In the meantime, Raheemuddin settled in Holland. Since 1974, there has been no correspondence between the two. About seven months ago, Muslim Saleem received a call from Holland. The caller was none other than the old pal Raheemuddin. It was after almost 36 years that the two friends talked to each other on mobile phone. It was almost a miracle. Raheemuddin had asked every common acquaintance about Muslim Saleem’s whereabouts but to no avail. However, Raheemuddin, a very determined person, did not lose hope and started searching Muslim Saleem in google. About 40 years ago, Raheemuddin had recognised the literary and poetic potential of Muslim Saleem, though it was in its nascent state. He had firm belief that Muslim Saleem will scale great height and some day his entry will be made in some website or blog. He kept surfing Muslim Saleem’s name until he found some entries on the websites wikimapia.org and Muslim Saleem’s own websites www.khojkhabarnews.com, www.muslimsaleem.wordpress.com, www.muslimsaleem.blogspot.com and www.poetswritersofurdu.blogspot.com. From one of these websites Raheemuddin obtained Muslim Saleem’s mobile number and gave him a big surprise by dialling him from Holland.

About four days ago, Raheemuddin rang up and told Muslim Saleem that he will pass through Bhopal by AP Express from Nagpur on way to Aligarh and asked for a meeting at the railway station. The historic occasion came at 10.05 pm at Bhopal railway station when the two fast friends were reunited. Raheemuddin, his daughter Rebecca and a relative were given a warm welcome by Muslim Saleem, his wife Asma Farooq and elder son Ataullah Faizan by garlanding them. The train left at 10.15, leaving a long trail of old memories.

Muslim Saleem and Raheemuddin came together when they joined class VI of AMU City School, Aligarh. Raheemuddin’s well-to-do family lived at Dubey ki Padao. They had a shop on the roadside while their four-storey house was somewhat deep in the alley. Muslim Saleem lived in Qazi Para. He was undergoing financial as well emotional strains. At that time, Raheemuddin gave moral support to Muslim Saleem. Whatever poetry Muslim Saleem wrote, Raheemuddin memorised it and scribbled some of them on pieces of paper. His appreciation was a great boost to Muslim Saleem’s literary quests. Muslim Saleem used to frequent Raheemuddin’s house and they share most of their off-school time. Raheemuddin also visited Muslim Saleem’s dilapidated house and was doted by his mother Mrs Umme Habiba Begum like her own son.

I am writing these lines only 30 minutes after Raheemuddin’s train left Bhopal railway station. The emotions expressed between these lines have come right from the heart and that is why one will find a great flow in these words. It is hoped that process of out meetings, correspondence and phone calls will never cease now. (Muslim Saleem: June 3, 2011)