That day which has been promised, written on the tablet of eternity.❞
हम देखेंगे, लाज़िम है कि हम भी देखेंगे, — Faiz Ahmed Faiz | Ghazal Shayari
That day which has been promised, written on the tablet of eternity.❞
About Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Faiz Ahmed Faiz was a Pakistani poet and one of the most celebrated poets of the Urdu language. A leading member of the Progressive Writers' Movement, he blended romantic poetry with political activism. He was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature and received the Lenin Peace Prize.
Born: Sialkot, Punjab · Era: 1911–1984 · Specialty: Progressive Poetry, Ghazal
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About Ghazal Shayari
Ghazal is the most refined and enduring form in Urdu-Hindi poetry — a series of independent couplets bound by rhyme and refrain. This collection of works by Mirza Ghalib, Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Mir Taqi Mir, and Bashir Badr suits readers who want to understand the classical tradition, recite verses aloud, or savor a single sher at a time.
More Shayari by Faiz Ahmed Faiz
I had believed that you were all there was to make life shine through.❞
Something departs after a night of sorrow through.
Deserted is the tavern, the jars and cups all sad,
Since you left, even the days of spring have been made mad.❞
The dawn that searched for that spring has already gone fast.❞
I had believed that you were all there was to make life shine through.
From your radiance I had also imagined this dream,
That all the sorrows of ages would be buried in your scheme.❞
The heart finds peace amid the fray.
We know not why this feeling comes to stay,
But when it does, it does — what more to say?❞
Speak, your tongue is still your own,
Your upright body is yours,
Speak, for your life is still your own.
Look at the blacksmith's forge aflame,
Sharp are the flames, red glows the iron,
The mouths of locks begin to open,
Every chain spreads wide its skirt.❞
More Ghazal Shayari
we left your lane far more disgraced than that❞
had I lived on longer, this same wait would have gone on.❞
the real question is of the flower — where will the flower go.❞
we'd have called you a saint, were you not fond of wine.❞
after how many more meetings will we become friends again?❞
like a single petal of a rose.❞
and I too had some fondness for the journey❞
and partly the bitterness of circumstance broke it too.❞