There's something about Urdu poetry. Perhaps its the beauty of the language or the words it uses. Perhaps its the amount of expression one can fit in few words. Perhaps its the exotic and mysterious nature of the language, that reminds one of deserts, and sands, and moonlight, and the winds blowing across the desolate lands that it borrows from its Middle Eastern parents. Or perhaps its just the fact that in a matter of seconds, those words express precisely the thoughts which you have been cooking slowly in your mind, longer than you can remember.
Indeed there's something about Urdu poetry.
For now, let me repost here, one of my favorite shers.
Muddai laakh bura chaahe to kya hota hai?
Wohi hota hai jo manzoor-e-khuda hota hai!
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
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