I let my heart sink tonight

I let my heart sink tonight,

I let it bleed through its endless depths without a fight

I let you go, its all I could do,

Gather more memoriesbut not say what is true

Saqi, guide me to my beloved, pour me a little more,

maybe this intoxication can break that allure

God and his mysterious play,

Put the depths of the universe in a human and told him to find his own way


If you want to please God

If you want to please God, One has to first please his beloved,
Satisfying God is easy, it is the beloved that is hard to satisfy.

I can write about your beauty all night long,
I can convince the moon to write you a song.

I will open all doors and go into the multiverse,
Where I will make sure you never get hurt.

It is so easy to please God, all you have to do is pray,
If the Beloved is not satisfied one has to learn to dance into the astray

Saqi, you know it all, you have given me the knowledge that I seek.
Once I meet God it is your name of whom I will speak.

Beloved! give me a chance let me lie down in your arms and drink this poison,
One cannot fear death in this course of love and reason.

Once the Beloved state has been full filled, you will rejoice, God can never be unpleased,
If you get it right, there will be no more need to pray, your whirl will be enough to cease.


Written by: Khawaja Hamad

Inspired by NFAK’s Je tu Rabb Nu Manauna

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Grand Canyon

Where ever I look all I can see is only you,
The night is dark but the feeling I have is true.

My longing for you lives in the depth of the Grand Canyon,
The only thing I have ever wanted was a true companion.

As I walk the desert roads I dream of love,
I look at the sky filled with stars above.

Saqi ! Where is my wine as I wander through this wasteland,
I reverie of the grace you offered me in your homeland.

I no longer can enjoy the pleasures of this world,
I look at nature and all I see is a dream world.

My Beloved has robbed me of everything, that is what you may think,
But with this curse, I was able to find in the desert a Wine of Eternity to drink.


Written at the Grand Canyon

BY: Khawaja Hamad

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Dil Hi to Hai: It’s my heart, my sorrow – Let me cry a thousand times over (Ghalib, who else!)

I love your translation and explanation!


If the deep sadness in one’s heart, unrequited love would be a piece of cloth, then Mirza Ghalib has pulled every single thread out of it and painted with the deepest of his emotions. Although I have felt the deepest sadness from “Ye na thi hamari qismat”, this one’s on special request from the most special person in my life. What I like about “Dil hi to hai”, is (apart from the lyrical genius of Ghalib, which is unparalleled) the way it is composed and sung by Nawabjaan in Gulzar’s serial. The slight sense of enthusiasm and resignation (a touching paradox) juxtaposed gives it an almost dreamy feeling. That to me is so quintessentially Ghalib – in the deepest sadness, when it has so much become a part of you, you forget the sorrow for a moment. He sums it all so well in another one liner of his:

Mushqilein hum…

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You are beautiful. And, this is my confession.

I found her-
Somewhere in this world.

I only watched, silent,
and i somehow changed.

Her sorrow,
feels like a cold winter night, spent in loneliness.
But her joy, is the rising of the warm winter sun.

As my eyes slide away from her to look at the world,
I notice the air has taken her scent,
and the sight has taken her color.

You are beautiful.
And, this is my confession.

By: Khawaja Hamad

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I walk With the moon ….

I walk with the moon and I talk to the stars,
I fly with fireflies and live with my scars.

I mend broken flowers for living and I listen to the night breeze,
I sing to the sea and with my sorrows come to appease.

It seems as if I have lived in this darkness for so long,
I have forgotten how to translate right from wrong.

Saqi ! tonight measure this ocean with your wine,
Separate my tears from the salt and draw a line.

Oh Beloved ! Open your eyes again as I search for a lost soul,
This may be to you Just another dark night, but to me it is a black hole.

BY : Khawaja Hamad

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Let the flowers be filled with color

Let the flowers be filled with color,
Let the first soft breeze of the spring flow.

Do come over,
So the garden can get on with it’s daily business.

Let the flowers be filled with color,
Let the first soft breeze of the spring flow.

Gloom reigns in the cage,
My friends do say something to the breeze,
Somewhere, For God’s sake,
There must be discussion about the Beloved today.

Do come over,
So the garden can get on with it’s daily business.

Let the flowers be filled with color,
Let the first soft breeze of the spring flow.


Faiz Ahmed Faiz


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I am …

I am a shattered firefly , I am a misspelled word, I am a poet insane,
Who will tell me my script? I am a writer in Pain.

I am a misplaced dream, I am an irretrievable tear, I am the ecstasy betrayed,
Who will guide me to shore? I am a sailor astray.

I am an unheard voice, I am a forgotten song, I am the dance ignored,
Who will listen to me ? I am a drinker absorbed.

I am a broken heart, I am a lost traveler, I am a searching soul,
Who will tell me my way? I am a lover in despair.

BY: Khawaja Hamad

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Hi, it’s been a great pleasure sharing my poetry and travels with all of you on WordPress. I am extremely sorry that I have not been able to reply to comments and be more interactive on this blog. All your comments, love and support for my poetry on this blog has really motivated to keep on writing, I am very grateful to all of you. Thank you!

I have recently been unable to write much poetry as I have been caught up in this materialistic world we live in and haven’t gotten to travel as much because of work & other problems. I am a Software Engineer by profession and will most likely end up writing more Code than Poetry in my lifetime.

For me to write poetry I need some form of inspiration which usually comes from listening to music or reading other poets, Programming doesn’t help at all. But the soul and one’s imagination is truly opened to writing meaningful poetry when one is able to travel and experience nature. Poetry is written from the bottom of the heart and It is either Travelling or Wine that is mostly responsible for unleashing a poet’s true ability to write.

Good News is that Hopefully I will be travelling across Europe in a couple of days and will be able to get back to my natural state of; peace of mind and soul. Then be able to write more poems. I think I will not be able to blog during my trip and will most likely compose new blog posts when I come back to the States. That is why if you wish you can follow me on snapchat or Instagram where I will be sharing my travels more often.

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From the city hidden behind a hundred mountains,
At the bank of Jhelum as I stand,
I write a poem for my dear homeland.

I dream of moments that bring me back to such a time,
I dream of me at the top of a mountain, sitting next to a sufi shrine.

I yearn the rivers that run through the city, like the desire for freedom,
runs through our blood,
I yearn a gardened red fort for the night, rain such, making the earth become mud.

I remember you in every unfulfilled season I experience in exile,
In every journey I take, all distances I cover, every mile.

The soft wind is calling for me, Beloved don’t close your eyes,
Just a few more moments, we will meet again near Sangam at sunrise.

BY : Khawaja Hamad

Sangam : Specifically referring to location where river Neelum and Jhelum meet in Muzaffarabad City. Two things meeting one another is known as sangam.
Red fort : A fort located near the banks of Neelum river in Muzaffarabad, Kashmir.
Jhelum: One of the many rivers that flow through Kashmir.
Sufi Shrine: Referring to Peerchanasi in Muzaffarabad, that beds the shrine of sufi Pir Shah Hussain Bukhara. 

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