Beyond the Ordinary: 30 Unique Urdu Poems + Trans

Khaamoshi bhi ik gehri zubaan,
Jo sune, woh paaye raaz-e-nihaan.
Silence too is a deep language,
Whoever listens, finds hidden secrets.
Lafzon ke jangal mein gum hai ma’ani,
Kabhi be-zubaani bhi hai kahaani.
Meaning is lost in the jungle of words,
Sometimes, wordlessness too is a story.

Aaina bhi hairaan hai mujh ko dekh kar,
Andar ka mausam, baahar se mukhtalif kyun kar?
The mirror too is surprised to see me,
How is the weather inside so different from the outside?

Khayaalon ke parinday, udte hain door,
Koi sarhad na roke, na koi dastoor.
Birds of thought fly far away,
No border stops them, nor any rule.

Waqt ki mutthi mein, ret se lamhe,
Phisalte jaayein, jaise hon sapne.
Moments like sand in the fist of time,
Keep slipping away, as if they are dreams.

Har shakhs ik kitaab, warq warq raaz,
Parhne waala koi, ho mehram-e-raaz.
Every person is a book, every page a secret,
May the reader be one who understands secrets.

Khwaabon ki ta’beer, dhoonde hai kaun?
Haqeeqat ki duniya, hai ik bada junoon.
Who seeks the interpretation of dreams?
The world of reality is a great obsession.

Yaadon ki khushboo, kabhi meethi kabhi tez,
Dil ke nihaan khaane mein, rakhti hai yeh cheez.
The fragrance of memories, sometimes sweet, sometimes sharp,
This thing resides in the hidden chambers of the heart.

Samandar ki gehraai, aasmaan ki wus’at,
Insaan ke dil mein, is se bhi zyaada wus’at.
The depth of the sea, the vastness of the sky,
In the human heart, there is even more vastness.

Ik dhund si chhaai hai, nigaahon ke aage,
Kuch nazar nahin aata, kya hai zamaane ke aage?
A sort of mist has spread before the eyes,
Nothing is visible, what lies ahead in time?

Tanhaai ka safar, khud se mulaaqaat,
Kabhi talkh tajurba, kabhi meethi baat.
The journey of loneliness, an encounter with oneself,
Sometimes a bitter experience, sometimes a sweet talk.

Rangon ki zubaan, kaun samjhe yahaan,
Har rang kehta hai, apni ik daastaan.
Who understands the language of colors here?
Every color tells its own story.

Saaye bhi ajab khel, khelte hain saath,
Kabhi lambe kabhi chhote, badalte hain haalaat.
Shadows too play strange games along,
Sometimes long, sometimes short, situations change.

Zindagi ik paheli, boojhe toh koi jaane,
Har mod pe naya sawaal, har qadam pe anjaane.
Life is a riddle, if one solves it, they might know,
A new question at every turn, strangers at every step.

Aansuon ka namak, zakhmon pe jab gire,
Dard bhi muskuraaye, kya ajab sitam kare.
When the salt of tears falls on wounds,
Even pain smiles, what strange tyranny it inflicts.

Gardish-e-ayyaam se, na ghabra aye dil,
Har raat ke baad hai, ik subah-e-kaamil.
Do not be dismayed by the revolution of days, O heart,
After every night, there is a perfect morning.

Puraani kitaabon mein, basi hai ik mehak,
Maazi ki kahaani, deti hai ik jhalak.
In old books, a fragrance resides,
It gives a glimpse of the story of the past.

Lafz be-ma’ani hue, jab ehsaas mar jaaye,
Dil ki veeraani mein, kaun phir gungunaaye.
Words become meaningless when feeling dies,
In the desolation of the heart, who will hum then?

Fitrat ke usool, badalte nahin kabhi,
Insaan hi bhatakta, apni raahon mein sabhi.
The principles of nature never change,
It is man who wanders, on all his paths.

Aawaazon ke sheher mein, sukoot ka musaafir,
Dhoondta hai woh dhun, jo ho dil se saadir.
In the city of sounds, a traveler of silence,
Seeks that melody which emanates from the heart.

Band aankhon se bhi, duniya nazar aaye,
Dil ki nazar jab, haqeeqat ko paaye.
Even with closed eyes, the world can be seen,
When the heart’s sight finds reality.

Har zarra kaainaat ka, ik raaz hai ayaan,
Dekhne waali aankh ho, toh sab kuch hai bayaan.
Every particle of the universe reveals a secret,
If one has the seeing eye, then everything is narrated.

Ummeed ik jugnu, andheri raat mein,
Chhoti si roshni, badi saughaat hai.
Hope is a firefly in a dark night,
A small light is a great gift.

Shikasta khwaabon ke, tukde sametta hoon,
Shaayad koi tasveer, phir se ban jaaye yun.
I gather the pieces of broken dreams,
Perhaps a picture might form again this way.

Be-naam rishton ki, uljhanein hain ajeeb,
Na paas aa sakein, na door jaa sakein qareeb.
The complexities of nameless relationships are strange,
Neither can they come close, nor can they go far nearby.

Manzil ki justujoo mein, raaste badal gaye,
Khud ko dhoondte hue, hum kahin aur nikal gaye.
In the search for the destination, paths changed,
While searching for ourselves, we ended up somewhere else.

Lafzon ka ik jaal hai, duniya yeh saari,
Ma’ani ki talaash mein, umr guzaari.
This whole world is a web of words,
A lifetime spent in search of meaning.

Ik sawaal ban kar, zehan mein atka hoon,
Jawaab ki talaash mein, khud se bhatka hoon.
I am stuck in the mind like a question,
In search of an answer, I have strayed from myself.

Kahaani adhoori, kirdaar be-zubaan,
Musannif bhi khaamosh, kya hai yeh daastaan?
The story is incomplete, the characters speechless,
The writer is also silent, what is this tale?

Gardish-e-aflaak mein, ik nuqta hai insaan,
Phir bhi samajhta hai khud ko, maalik-e-jahaan.
In the revolution of the heavens, man is but a dot,
Yet he considers himself the master of the world.