Sunday 23 July 2017

"Aik Naghma Aik Ghucha Aik Tara Aik Jaam" A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By saghar Siddiqui


The PoetSaghar Siddiqui ساغر صدّیقی)
takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:
تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 
ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن
اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.
Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.
 Here you go "Aik Naghma Aik Ghucha Aik Tara Aik Jaam (ایک نغمہ ایک غنچہ ایک تارا ایک جام)"A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal  by Saghar SiddiquiI hope you will like it.
ایک نغمہ ایک غنچہ ایک تارا ایک جام
اے غم جا نا غم دوراں تجھے میرا سلام

زلف آوارہ گریباں چاک گھبرائ نظر
ان دنوں یہ ہے جہان ز دگانی کا نظام

چند تارے ٹوٹ کر دامن پہ مرے آگرے
میں نے ستاروں سے پوچھا تھا تیرے غم کا مقام

کہ رہے ہیں چند بچھڑے رہروؤں کے نقش پا
ہم کریں گے انقلاب جستجو کا اہتمام

پڑ گئیں پیرا ہن صبح چمن میں سلوٹیں
یاد آ کر رہ گئ ہے بیخودی کی ایک شام

تیری عصمت ہو کہ ہو میرے ہنر کی چاندنی
وقت کے بازار میں ہر چیز لگتی ہے دام

ہم بنائیں گے یہاں ساغر نئ تصویر شوق
ہم تخیل کے مجدد ہم تصور کے امام



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Aysi Tajalliyan Hain Kahan Aftab Main" A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By saghar Siddiqui

takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:
تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 
ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن
اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.
Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.
 Here you go "Aysi Tajalliyan Hain Kahan Aftab Main(ایسی تجلیاں ہیں کہاں آفتاب میں) " by Saghar SiddiquiI hope you will like it.
ایسی تجلیاں ہیں کہاں آفتاب میں
انوار خاص ہیں مرے جامِ شراب میں

یزداں نے مسکرا کے بڑی دیر میں لکھا
اک لفظ آرزو مرے دل کی کتاب میں

اب ذوقِ دید میں ہے شعورِ حیاتِ نو
جلووں کو احتیاط سے رکھو کتاب میں

محجوب تیرے حسن سے غنچوں کی آبرو
خوشبو ترے لبوں کی بسی ہے گُلاب میں

ہے باغباں کی ترچھی نظر اتنی بات پر
شعلوں کا ذکر آگیا شبنم کے باب میں

ساغر کسی کی یاد میں جب اشکبار تھے
کتنے حسین دن تھے جہانِ خراب میں
  

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Aawargi Bar-Rang e Tamasha Buri Nahi" A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By saghar Siddiqui

takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:
تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 
ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن
اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.
Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.
 Here you go "Aawargi Bar-Rang e Tamasha Buri Nahi (آوارگی برنگِ تماشا بُری نہیں)" by Saghar SiddiquiI hope you will like it.

آوارگی برنگِ تماشا بُری نہیں
ذوقِ نظر ملے تو یہ دنیا بُری نہیں

کہتے ہیں تیری زلفِ پریشاں کو زندگی
اے دوست زندگی کی تمنا بری نہیں

ہے نا خدا کا میری تباہی سے واسطہ
میں جانتا ہوں نیتِ دریا بری نہیں

ذوقِ جنوں کے ساتھ ہے بیدارئِ خرد
شبنم کے ساتھ گرمئِ شعلہ بری نہیں

اِس رہزنِ حیات زمانے سے دُور چل
مر بھی گئے تو چادرِ صحرا بری نہیں

ساغرؔ کے ساتھ چل کے کبھی میکدے میں سن
اتنی حدیثِ بادہ و صہبا بری نہیں


ساغرؔ صدیقی

Aalam Ki Yorash Main Bhi Khur sand Rahay Hain " A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By Saghar Siddiqui

The PoetSaghar Siddiqui ساغر صدّیقی)takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:
تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 
ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن
اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.
Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.
 Here you go "Aalam Ki Yorash Main Bhi Khur sand Rahay Hain (آلام کی یورش میں بھی خورسند رہے ہیں)" by Saghar SiddiquiI hope you will like it.

آلام کی یورش میں بھی خورسند رہے ہیں
نیرنگئ حالات کے پابند رہے ہیں

آفاق میں گُونجی ہے مِری شُعلہ نوائی
نالے مِرے افلاک کا پیوند رہے ہیں

ڈالی ہیں ترے خاک نشینوں نے کمندیں
ہر چند محلّات کے دَر بند رہے ہیں

ہر دَور میں دیکھا ہے مِری فکرِ رسا نے
کُچھ لوگ زمانے کے خُداوند رہے ہیں

ساغر نہ مِلی منزلِ مقصود خرد کو
ہاں قافلہ سَالار جنوں مند رہے ہیں

ساغر صدیقی

" Agar Cha Hum Ja Rahain Hain Mahfal Say Nala e Dil Fugar Ban k " A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal By Saghar Siddiqui

The PoetSaghar Siddiqui ساغر صدّیقی)takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:
تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 
ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن
اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.

Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.

Here you go "Agar Cha Hum Ja Rahain Hain Mahfal Say Nala e Dil Fugar Ban k (اگرچہ ہم جا رہے ہیں محفل سے نالہ ء دل فگار بن کر)"A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal by Saghar SiddiquiI hope you will like it.
غزل
اگرچہ ہم جا رہے ہیں محفل سے نالہ ء دل فگار بن کر
مگر یقیں ہے کہ لوٹ آئیں گے نغمہ ء نو بہار بن کر
یہ کیا قیامت ہے باغبانوں کے جن کی خاطر بہار آئی
وہی شگوفے کھٹک رہے ہیں تمھاری آنکھوں میں خار بن کر
جہان والے ہمارے گیتوں سے جائزہ لیں گے سسکیوں کا
جہان میں پھیل جائیں گے ہم بشر بشر کی پکار بن کر
بہار کی بدنصیب راتیں بُلا رہی ہیں چلے بھی آؤ
کسی ستارے کا رُوپ لے کر، کسی کے دل کا قرار بن کر
تلاشِ منزل کے مرحلوں میں یہ حادثہ اک عجیب دیکھا
فریب راہوں میں بیٹھ جاتا ہے صورتِ اعتبار بن کر
غرورِ مستی نے مار ڈالا وگرنہ ہم لوگ جی ہی لیتے
کسی کی آنکھوں کا نُور ہو کر، کسی کے دل کا قرار بن کر
دیارِ پیرِ مغاں میں آکر یہ اک حقیقت کھلی ہے ساغر
خُدا کی بستی میں رہنے والے تو لوٹ لیتے ہیں یار بن کر



ساغر صدیقی

Is Darja Ishq Mojab e Ruswai Ban Gaya " A Beautiful Urdu Poetries By Saghar Siddiqui

The PoetSaghar Siddiqui  ساغر صدّیقی) Takhallus: Saghar) was born in 1928 in Ambala (in united Punjab under British India). He was named Muhammad Akhtar at birth. He was the only child of his parents and he spent the early years of his life in Ambala and Saharanpur (UP, India). He received his early education from Habib Hassan, a friend of the family.

Young Akhtar was much impressed by this gentleman, and he got interested in Urdu poetry because of him. He writes that at 7-8 years of age, he had became so fluent in Urdu that people used to come to him to get their letters written.

Then he moved to Amritsar, Punjab, India. At that age he regularly read Urdu newspapers like Zamindar, Ahsan, and Inquilab . He for a couple of months used Nasir Hijazi as his pen name, but later he chose Saghar Siddiqui. In the pre-teen years, he used to live with his teacher Habib Hassan in Amritsar. At age 16, he would regularly attend mushairas. He was also active in an Urdu majlis (society) formed for the advancement of Urdu literature by Dr. M. D. Tasir and Maulana Tajwar Najibabadi and attended its mushairas. He attended the Urs of Pir Sabir of Kalyar Sharif in 1945 and participated in the mushaira there.

In Amritsar, at a reception for the 3 Freedom fighter generals of the Azad Hind Army in the historic Jallianwala Bagh, he recited a poem on stage. He must be 16-17 years of age then. Many years later, he remembered the following lines from that poem:
تہذیبِ نو کے شیشہ و ساغر کو توڑ دو 
ہو جس کا رُخ ہواۓ غُلامی پہ گامزن
اُس کشتئی حیات کے لنگر کو توڑ دو

At the time of partition he was only 19 years old. In those days with his slim appearance, wearing pants and boski (yellow silky cloth) shirts, with curly hair, and reciting beautiful ghazals in a melodious voice, he became a huge success. But perhaps he was too sensitive for this cruel world. He probably had some tragic turns in his life.

Gradually he slipped away from the hustle and bustle and into addiction. In his last few years he roamed the streets of Lahore in the garb of a faqir, with unshaved beard, dirt in his hair, and bare feet. Even in some of his ghazals, he uses the word faqir or darvesh for himself. He passed his nights outside the closed shops of Chowk Paisa Akhbaar (called so since the first newspapers were sold there for a paisa each) behind . Government College Lahore, near the New Anarkali Bazaar .

Sometimes he would have to sell his ghazals to other poets for a few rupees. He would use the waste paper spread around to light fires to stay warm during winter nights. There, on the street, he passed away in Lahore on 19 July 1974 at age 46. His dead body was found one early morning outside one of the shops. Despite his shattered life, some of his verses (ash'aar) are among the best in Urdu poetry. It is unbelievable that he kept his inner self so pure and so transcending.

Here you go "Is Darja Ishq Mojab e Ruswai Ban Gaya (اس درجہ عشق موجب رسوائی بن گیا) "A Beautiful Urdu Ghazal by Saghar SiddiquiI hope you will like it.

اس درجہ عشق موجب رسوائی بن گیا
میں آپ اپنے گھر کا تماشائی بنگیا

دیر و حرم کی راہ سے دل بچ گیا مگر
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