Seema Ghazal Born: 17 February 1964
The path used to be Dil Tilak
His first stop was the eyes
بے قراری سے مرے پاس وہ آیا لیکن
اس نے پوچھا بھی تو بس یہ کہ فلاں کیسا ہے
جذبوں پر جب برف جمے تو جینا مشکل ہوتا ہے
دل کے آتش دان میں تھوڑی آگ جلانی پڑتی ہے
The path used to be Dil Tilak
His first stop was the eyes
Seema Ghazal
Born: 17 February 1964
Born in Lahore to Jameeluddin Ali (uncle) but grew up in Karachi. Studied there. Belongs to a literary family. Father was a poet and radio script writer. He started by writing "Ayo Bahan Kahani Sano" from the radio. Then in 1989, she became the editor of Pakistan's famous magazine "Doshiza" and held the responsibility for 12 and a half years. Then started writing plays for TV. Several dramas became hugely popular, including Mehndi, Chandni Raaten, Anna, Hum Se Jada Na Hona, which received Lux Awards every year consecutively. So far, more than 400 TV dramas have been written, out of which more than 375 have come on air, still more than 4 dramas are on air, including "Dil Nahi Manta" on ARY, "De" on Hum TV. "Permission Jo Tu" on Hum 2 "Shadt". "Mera Saya" on Zee Zindagi Indian Channel, two serials "Na Ashna" and "Chahat" on PTV. A collection of poetry "Main Saya Khoo Banati Hoon" was published in 2013. And he was awarded the Parveen Shaker "Khushbu" award of 2013. Wrote 7 novels which are available in the market and on the net including "Chand Ke Qadi", "Kamand", "Zard Pattu Ka Bhoon", "Kuri Aankh Call Bell". ", "Andhi Raat Ka Beta" and "Half Existence". A book of poems is in the process of being published. She is the chairperson of a literary organization "Saibaan" in Karachi.
Ghazal
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The wound of a resurrection was the eyes
There were now eyes in the storm of love
The path used to be Dil Tilak
His first stop was the eyes
His body was a civilization
He had a set of eyes on him
Whom he thought were lamps
Tell him that he had eyes
He came to the heart late but
My first impression was the eyes
Drop by drop that flowed last night
Come and see there were eyes
Ghazal
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There was rain and there was a cloud, there was a river and that was it
When I woke up, there was a desert in front of me and that was it
It was thought that the sun had set
The cloud was the rain of your memory and that's it
It was not even waiting to die
Yes, one lamp was placed in the window and that was it
There was no one else but you
I was sad, the sun was the road and that was it
Like this, they lay at the feet of the dead for months and years
I had one moment in the fist and that was it
Ghazal
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What will the respite of breath do?
Now what will this facility do?
Will you keep it helpless?
And what will love do?
What will the forager do?
What will the intensity of the pain do?
A hell of a bite
Now what will this doomsday do?
When I am not with myself
What will his fellowship do?
My yard is like a desert
What will the terror of the desert do?
Poems
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I heard the voice, I don't know who said it
This relationship is important. Who said that he was also silent, I was also silent
To meet yourself
I have to go now
I said I am afraid of the dark
He heard this and burned my house today
He did not hand me over to me
At least those who wanted to die would do it
It has also had some accidents
I have not cried till today
I will find it one day and bring it
Even if they meet somewhere outside of themselves
Just exist while being cold
There was nothing but eyes
He came to Murre with indecisiveness
He asked how so-and-so is
It is difficult to live when emotions are frozen
A little fire has to be lit in the furnace of the heart
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