What the heart hears, what the eye sees — that nazm is reality.❞
इस वक़्त की ख़ामोशी में भी, — Faiz Ahmed Faiz | Nazm Shayari
What the heart hears, what the eye sees — that nazm is reality.❞
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 Nazm Shayari
Nazm is a Hindi-Urdu poetic form that tells a single, continuous story or idea from start to finish — unlike the ghazal's independent couplets. Drawing on Faiz Ahmed Faiz, Allama Iqbal, Gulzar, and Sahir Ludhianvi, this collection rewards a slower, more attentive read.
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I had believed that you were all there was to make life shine through.❞
That day which has been promised, written on the tablet of eternity.❞
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?❞
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O God, may my life be like a candle's flame,
may the world's darkness be dispelled by my breath,
may my glow bring light to every place.❞
we are its nightingales, this is our garden,
if we are in foreign lands, our heart stays in the homeland,
know us to be there too, wherever our heart is.❞
certainly we too shall see,
that promised day,
which is written on eternity's tablet,
when these towering mountains of tyranny and cruelty
will blow away like tufts of cotton.❞
beloved, with my own hands I shall pour you the cup today,
let me first offer it to you, then the world shall receive its blessing,
before all others, my tavern of wine welcomes you first.❞
this is not that dawn for which we had waited,
this is not that dawn with the longing for which,
friends had set out, believing we'd find it somewhere.❞
there are yet more trials of love to face,
these skies are not empty of life,
here there are hundreds more caravans still to come.❞
some rain-soaked days of the monsoon are kept there,
and a night wrapped inside one of my letters lies there too,
extinguish that night, return to me my things.❞
that had my life passed in the soft shade of your tresses,
it might have flourished, might have bloomed green,
rather than this darkness that is my life's destiny.❞