Beautiful shayari on The Eyes....

 

I came across a poetry that was focused on the window to the soul- ankhein, or the eyes as they are called- a favorite of many poets, indeed..This particular poetry is simple yet very thoughtful and speaks volumes about the eyes...

“ik hijr ki tapish mein sulagti hui aankhein
Raahon ko chhaanti hui, takti hui aankhein

Aankhein woh jin mein aas ho, shama ki talab ho
ik aatish-e-umeed mein jalti hui aankhein

Aankhein woh jin mein dard ki shiddat bhi ayaan ho
Aankhein woh keh saken jo zubaan se na bayaan ho

Aankhon mein daastaan-e-gham-e-dil bhi nihaan ho
Aankhein woh jin ka apna sukhan, apni zubaan ho

Aankhon ka apna aasmaan, chaand sitara
Aankhon ke samandar ka nahi koi kinaara”

-Muhammad Ahmad bin Rashid

The poetry can be heard by the poet reciting it here:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DSpo0YXjVMx/?igsh=MWR4azVwN2M5aDVhcw%3D%3D

 

 Also, sharing few lines which I like, that also talk of the eyes..

“Kholi Hain Zauq-e-Deed Ne Ankhain Teri Agar
Har Rehguzar Mein Naqsh-e-Kaf-e-Paye Yaar Dekh”

(If your eyes have been opened by the longing for Sight

Look for the foot prints of the Beloved in every lane)

Allama Iqbal Poetry کلام علامہ محمد اقبال: (Bang-e-Dra-050) Gulzar-e-Hast-o-Bood Na Beganawar Dekh

-Allama Iqbal

PUT OUT THE FIRE

It is 2:40 am in the night.I am walking on the Ludlow street and everything is silent. Darkness is resting upon the deserted roads.I stop walking and wait for the signal to turn to red from green, even though all street is deserted and i could have not cared about traffic rules, but after all it is USA and at this time of the night, I should be more careful.

Inside the paths of my mind , I feel lost and my soul is incomplete. My heart is on a fire insatiable and incomprehensible, burning away for unknown reasons.

Suddenly i hear a shrill sound and a fire engine flashes by in a hurry. I am careful to remain on the other side of the path.
The slender body of the engine goes away with glowing brilliant red and orange lights on it.I am still on the other side of the road, my feet frozen at the spot

A thought flashes in my mind. Somewhere, the firefighters shall be able to douse the fire where it occured, and rescue the people from the catastrophe.
But it is such a pity that the same fire engine cannot douse the flames rising in my heart and charring it away. I thus stand in wonderment.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Sometimes, it is so strange, that you have the solution-engine passing you by, when there is fire of questions and doubts in your mind, but sometimes, the solutions which work for one situation may not work for the other. Clearly, the fire in this heart cannot be extinguished by the enormous water tank of this big fire engine, but perhaps by something else.

Just then, I sat down on a bench close to the path and there was an endless flow of water, saline though. I realized i was crying endlessly to my hearts' desire. In some time, i felt mellowing of the fire in my heart as my eyes' engines emptied themselves in full fervor.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Many a times, the solution to a problem lies inside us. Just that we need to see it through egoless eyes.