Rabeel Baluch, Pakistan English Poetess. Intro And Poems
پاکستان کے صاحب کتاب انگریزی شاعروں کی مختصر فہرست میں اضافہ ہوا ہے. یہ اضافہ ہماری عزیزہ رابیل بلوچ کا ہے. رابیل کے بزرگوں میں بہت سے ادیبوں کے نام شامل ہیں. ان بزرگوں نے اردو میں لکھا. گامن سچار کے نام سے لکھنے والے رابیل کے پرنانا سرائیکی وسیب کے بہت سوں کو یاد ہوں گے. رابیل کی والد کنول بہزاد جانی پہچانی فکشن رائٹر ہیں. ان کے بیسیوں افسانے اور ایک ناول چھپ چکا ہے. رابیل نے انگریزی کو ذریعہ اظہار بنایا ہے. ان کی کتاب The Trees Know Me صریر پبلیکیشنز نے شائع کی ہے. سرورق شاعرہ نے خود بنایا ہے کہ آخر بہزاد کی بیٹی ہیں. رابیل بی ایس سائیکالوجی کی طالبہ ہیں. ان کی کچھ نظمیں:
Little Bird Poem By Rabil Baluch
Oh, little bird
on the wire
When your heart beats
what does it desire?
When you chirp,
what do you say?
How may grains,
are enough for a day?
I wonder if life,
is good to you
Or is it a struggle,
for you too
Dear little bird,
can you not go?
Stay here a while
outside my window
Can you please sing,
your morning song?
And make me
forget what’s wrong!
The Forgotten Song
What about that forgotten song?
The one that used to please your ears
You’d listen to it all day long
Wanted to sing it someone dear
But you just never had the chance
And it lay silent in your heart
As all your woes would sing and dance
And your dreams were torn apart
You went from day to night
Trying to keep from tearing
The ragged fabric of time
A sad melody, you kept on hearing
It reminded you of warm and breezy days
Of birds and fragrant flowers
And for no reason you would gaze
At your reflection in broken mirrors
But you never found the missing piece
Nor could tell that what was wrong
But now my friend, make yourself at ease
Let me sing to you, that forgotten song…
The one that used to please your ears
The one you’d listen to all day long!
At the end of the day
Now I’ll hold my sad heart till it finds peace
Maybe the silence will fix the unease
All my songs till they are unheard
I won’t even know what they really mean
With another day gone without a fulfilled dream
It’s time I put my hopes to rest and sleep
Little Bird
Oh, little bird
on the wire
When your heart beats
what does it desire?
When you chirp,
what do you say?
How may grains,
are enough for a day?
I wonder if life,
is good to you
Or is it a struggle,
for you too
Dear little bird,
can you not go?
Stay here a while
outside my window
Can you please sing,
your morning song?
And make me
forget what’s wrong!
Hope Poem by Rabil Baloch.
Hope can sprout
in the most barren of lands
it doesn’t need much light
to grow
It becomes the light itself
It becomes the rain
It becomes the breath
And it turns into the seasons
It transforms into the sky
It becomes the ground beneath
It can become anything
Because hope;
it is everything!
Light
I saw you disappear into the sunlight
It took me some time, to realize
though it was obvious all along
You were the light, not necessary
but still important, like the one
from a single light bulb, that
adds up with the light from
other light bulbs and eventually
makes the whole room brighter
You walked towards the waterfalls
as they beckoned, shimmered and
sparkled from your reflection
You sat there like there was nothing else
in this world you’d rather do
than be a part of that wonderous view
And one bright day, I saw you
as you walked with your head low
A beam of sunlight, formed a door
in a red-brick wall, I saw you
as you walked right into it
and dissipated, every molecule
of you Illuminated, I saw you
disappear; into the sunlight!
A Midnight Drive by Rabeel Baloch
The city of saints seems to be dozing off
as I count the street lights passing by
blinking often, barely keeping its eyes open
The wind hums softly; a lullaby
but I’m awake, and to the city I say
‘Whisper your stories to me, the ones
that daylight will never know.
Tell me about the dreams
that open eyes will never see.’
And I stay awake, collecting fables
as the city of saints falls asleep.
Aslam Malik
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