Poets Introduction

	Dua wrote:
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Are Dua aap poetry karo, yeh kin kamon main par rahi ho...
Isse hum pe chor do...... Wink

Ek to aap aj kal waise hi Forums per bahut kam aati ho...

Hum aap ki sensitive poetry sunne ke liye betaab hain.

ComeOn Dua Forum Members are desperate to get benefits and straighten their life in the light your great poetry.

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Anne wrote:

	Dua wrote:
	Kasam le lo kuch palle nahi para

Are Dua aap poetry karo, yeh kin kamon main par rahi ho...
Isse hum pe chor do...... Wink

Ek to aap aj kal waise hi Forums per bahut kam aati ho...

Hum aap ki sensitive poetry sunne ke liye betaab hain.

ComeOn Dua Forum Members are desperate to get benefits and straighten their life in the light your great poetry.

OHO !!! to aaap makhan bhi bohat acha laga leti ho !!

Good use of Butter Wink

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Dua wrote:

Anne wrote:

	Dua wrote:
	Kasam le lo kuch palle nahi para

Are Dua aap poetry karo, yeh kin kamon main par rahi ho...
Isse hum pe chor do...... Wink

Ek to aap aj kal waise hi Forums per bahut kam aati ho...

Hum aap ki sensitive poetry sunne ke liye betaab hain.

ComeOn Dua Forum Members are desperate to get benefits and straighten their life in the light your great poetry.

OHO !!! to aaap makhan bhi bohat acha laga leti ho !!

Good use of Butter Wink

Are makhan nahi haqeekat hai Dua.

Agar yakeen nahi aata to POLL run karo or voting karao.

Phir dekho yahan kitne Users hain jin ki life aap ki poetry se change ho gaye....

wahan Allama Iqbal the jin ki poetry se logon ne kuch seekha, yahan aap ho!

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Anne wrote:

Dua wrote:

Anne wrote:

	Dua wrote:
	Kasam le lo kuch palle nahi para

Are Dua aap poetry karo, yeh kin kamon main par rahi ho...
Isse hum pe chor do...... Wink

Ek to aap aj kal waise hi Forums per bahut kam aati ho...

Hum aap ki sensitive poetry sunne ke liye betaab hain.

ComeOn Dua Forum Members are desperate to get benefits and straighten their life in the light your great poetry.

OHO !!! to aaap makhan bhi bohat acha laga leti ho !!

Good use of Butter Wink

Are makhan nahi haqeekat hai Dua.

Agar yakeen nahi aata to POLL run karo or voting karao.

Phir dekho yahan kitne Users hain jin ki life aap ki poetry se change ho gaye....

wahan Allama Iqbal the jin ki poetry se logon ne kuch seekha, yahan aap ho!

Ane, Acha bhi hum kahain to bura mantay hain loog

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«´¨`·.Shakeel Ahmed ..·´¨`»
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(((**A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes**))

Last edited by shakeelmscw on Thu Dec 06, 2007 9:05 pm; edited 1 time in total

Mirza Asadullah Beg Khan -- known to posterity as Ghalib, a
`nom de plume' he adopted in the tradition of all clasical Urdu poets,
was born in the city of Agra, of parents with Turkish aristocratic
ancestry, probably on December 27th, 1797. As to the precise date,
Imtiyaz Ali Arshi has conjectured, on the basis of Ghalib's horoscope,
that the poet might have been born a month later, in January 1798.

Both his father and uncle died while he was still young, and
he spent a good part of his early boyhood with his mother's family.
This, of course, began a psychology of ambivalences for him. On the
one hand, he grew up relatively free of any oppressive dominance by
adult, male-dominant figures. This, it seems to me, accounts for at
least some of the independent spirit he showed from very early child-
hood. On the other hand, this placed him in the humiliating situation
of being socially and economically dependent on maternal grandparents,
giving him, one can surmise, a sense that whatever worldly goods he
received were a matter of charity and not legitimately his. His pre-
occupation in later life with finding secure, legitimate, and
comfortable means of livelihood can be perhaps at least partially
understood in terms of this early uncertainity.

The question of Ghalib's early education has often confused
Urdu scholars. Although any record of his formal education that might
exist is extremely scanty, it is also true that Ghalib's circle of
friends in Delhi included some of the most eminent minds of his time.
There is, finally, irrevocably, the evidence of his writings, in verse
as well as in prose, which are distinguished not only by creative
excellence but also by the great knowledge of philosophy, ethics,
theology, classical literature, grammar, and history that they reflect.
I think it is reasonable to believe that Mulla Abdussamad Harmuzd
-- the man who was supposedly Ghalib's tutor, whom Ghalib mentions at
times with great affection and respect, but whose very existence he
denies -- was, in fact, a real person and an actual tutor of Ghalib
when Ghalib was a young boy in Agra. Harmuzd was a Zoroastrian from
Iran, converted to Islam, and a devoted scholar of literature,
language, and religions. He lived in anonymity in Agra while tutoring
Ghalib, among others.

In or around 1810, two events of great importance occured in
Ghalib's life: he was married to a well-to-do, educated family of
nobles, and he left for Delhi. One must remember that Ghalib was only
thirteen at the time. It is impossible to say when Ghalib started
writing poetry. Perhaps it was as early as his seventh or eight years.
On the other hand, there is evidence that most of what we know as his
complete works were substantially completed by 1816, when he was 19
years old, and six years after he first came to Delhi. We are obviously
dealing with a man whose maturation was both early and rapid. We can
safely conjecture that the migration from Agra, which had once been a
capital but was now one of the many important but declining cities, to
Delhi, its grandeur kept intact by the existence of the moghul court,
was an important event in the life of this thirteen year old, newly
married poet who desparately needed material security, who was
beginning to take his career in letters seriously, and who was soon to
be recognized as a genius, if not by the court, at least some of his
most important comtemporaries. As for the marriage, in the predomin-
antly male-oriented society of Muslim India no one could expect Ghalib
to take that event terribly seriously, and he didn't. The period did,
however mark the beginnings of concern with material advancement that
was to obsess him for the rest of his life.

In Delhi Ghalib lived a life of comfort, though he did not
find immediate or great success. He wrote first in a style at once
detached, obscure , and pedantic, but soon thereafter he adopted the
fastidious, personal, complexly moral idiom which we now know as his
mature style. It is astonishing that he should have gone from sheer
precocity to the extremes of verbal ingenuity and obscurity, to a
style which, next to Meer's, is the most important and comprehensive
styles of the ghazal in the Urdu language before he was even twenty.

The course of his life from 1821 onward is easier to trace.
His interest began to shift decisively away from Urdu poetry to Persian
during the 1820's, and he soon abandoned writing in Urdu almost
altogether, except whenever a new edition of his works was forthcoming
and he was inclined to make changes, deletions, or additions to his
already existing opus. This remained the pattern of his work until
1847, the year in which he gained direct access to the Moghul court.
I think it is safe to say that throughout these years Ghalib was mainly
occupied with the composition of the Persian verse, with the
preparation of occasional editions of his Urdu works which remained
essentially the same in content, and with various intricate and
exhausting proceedings undertaken with a view to improving his financial
situation, these last consisting mainly of petitions to patrons and
government, including the British. Although very different in style
and procedure, Ghalib's obsession with material means, and the
accompanying sense of personal insecurity which seems to threaten the
very basis of selfhood, reminds one of Bauldeaire. There is, through
the years, the same self-absorption, the same overpowering sense of
terror which comes from the necessities of one's own creativity and
intelligence, the same illusion -- never really believed viscerrally
-- that if one could be released from need one could perhaps become
a better artist. There is same flood of complaints, and finally the
same triumph of a self which is at once morbid, elegant, highly
creative, and almost doomed to realize the terms not only of its
desperation but also its distinction.

Ghalib was never really a part of the court except in its very
last years, and even then with ambivalence on both sides . There was
no love lost between Ghalib himself and Zauq, the king's tutor in the
writing of poetry; and if their mutual dislike was not often openly
expressed, it was a matter of prudence only. There is reason to believe
that Bahadur Shah Zafar, the last Moghul king, and himself a poet of
considerable merit, did not much care for Ghalib's style of poetry or
life. There is also reason to believe that Ghalib not only regarded
his own necessary subservient conduct in relation to the king as
humiliating but he also considered the Moghul court as a redundant
institution. Nor was he well-known for admiring the king's verses.
However, after Zauq's death Ghalib did gain an appiontment as the
king's advisor on matters of versifiaction. He was also appointed,
by royal order, to write the official history of the Moghul dynasty, a
project which was to be titled "Partavistan" and to fill two volumes.
The one volume "Mehr-e-NeemRoz", which Ghalib completed is an
indifferent work, and the second volume was never completed, supposedly
because of the great disturbances caused by the Revolt of 1857 and the
consequent termination of the Moghul rule. Possibly Ghalib's own lack
of interest in the later Moghul kings had something to do with it.

The only favouarble result of his connection with the court
between 1847 and 1857 was that he resumed writing in Urdu with a
frequency not experienced since the early 1820's. Many of these new
poems are not panegyrics, or occasional verses to celebrate this or
that. He did, however, write many ghazals which are of the same
excellence and temper as his early great work. Infact, it is astonis-
hing that a man who had more or less given up writing in Urdu thirty
years before should, in a totally different time and circumstance,
produce work that is, on the whole, neither worse nor better than his
earlier work. One wonders just how many great poems were permanently
lost to Urdu when Ghalib chose to turn to Persian instead.

In its material dimensions, Ghalib's life never really took
root and remained always curiously unfinished. In a society where
almost everybody seems to have a house of his own, Ghalib never had
one and always rented one or accepted the use of one from a patron.
He never had books of his own, usually reading borrowed ones. He had
no children; the ones he had, died in infancy, and he later adopted
the two children of Arif, his wife's nephew who died young in 1852.
Ghalib's one wish, perhaps as strong as the wish to be a great poet,
that he should have a regular, secure income, never materialized. His
brother Yusuf, went mad in 1826, and died, still mad, in that year of
all misfortunes, 1857. His relations with his wife were, at best,
tentative, obscure and indifferent. Given the social structure of
mid-nineteenth-century Muslim India, it is, of course, inconceivable
that *any* marriage could have even begun to satisfy the moral and
intellectual intensities that Ghalib required from his relationships;
given that social order, however, he could not conceive that his
marriage could serve that function. And one has to confront the fact
that the child never died who, deprived of the security of having a
father in a male-oriented society, had had looked for material but
also moral certainities -- not certitudes, but certainities, something
that he can stake his life on. So, when reading his poetry it must be
remembered that it is the poetry of more than usually vulnerable
existence.

It is difficult to say precisely what Ghalib's attitude was
toward the British conquest of India. The evidence is not only
contradictory but also incomplete. First of all, one has to realize
that nationalism as we know it today was simply non-existent in
nineteenth-century India. Second --one has to remember -- no matter
how offensive it is to some -- that even prior to the British, India
had a long history of invaders who created empires which were eventu-
ally considered legitimate. The Moghuls themselves were such invaders.
Given these two facts, it would be unreasonable to expect Ghalib to
have a clear ideological response to the British invasion. There is
also evidence, quite clearly deducible from his letters, that Ghalib
was aware, on the one hand, of the redundancy, the intrigues, the
sheer poverty of sophistication and intellectual potential, and the
lack of humane responses from the Moghul court, and, on the other, of
the powers of rationalism and scientific progress of the West.

Ghalib had many attitudes toward the British, most of them
complicated and quite contradictory. His diary of 1857, the
"Dast-Ambooh" is a pro-British document, criticizing the British here
and there for excessively harsh rule but expressing, on the whole,
horror at the tactics of the resistance forces. His letters, however,
are some of the most graphic and vivid accounts of British violence
that we possess. We also know that "Dast-Ambooh" was always meant to
be a document that Ghalib would make public, not only to the Indian
Press but specifically to the British authorities. And he even wanted
to send a copy of it to Queen Victoria. His letters, are to the contr-
ary, written to people he trusted very much, people who were his
friends and would not divulge their contents to the British authori-
ties. As Imtiyaz Ali Arshi has shown (at least to my satisfaction),
whenever Ghalib feared the intimate, anti-British contents of his
letters might not remain private, he requested their destruction, as
he did in th case of the Nawab of Rampur. I think it is reasonable to
conjecture that the diary, the "Dast-Ambooh", is a document put
together by a frightened man who was looking for avenues of safety and
forging versions of his own experience in order to please his oppr-
essors, whereas the letters, those private documents of one-to-one
intimacy, are more real in the expression of what Ghalib was in fact
feeling at the time. And what he was feeling, according to the letters,
was horror at the wholesale violence practised by the British.

Yet, matters are not so simple as that either. We cannot explain
things away in terms of altogether honest letters and an altogether
dishonest diary. Human and intellectual responses are more complex. The
fact that Ghalib, like many other Indians at the time, admired British,
and therfore Western, rationalism as expressed in constitutional law,
city planning and more. His trip to Calcutta (1828-29) had done much
to convince him of the immediate values of Western pragmatism. This
immensely curious and human man from the narrow streets of a decaying
Delhi, had suddenly been flung into the broad, well-planned avenues of
1828 Calcutta -- from the aging Moghul capital to the new, prosperous
and clean capital of the rising British power, and , given the preco-
ciousness of his mind, he had not only walked on clean streets, but
had also asked the fundamental questions about the sort of mind that
planned that sort of city. In short, he was impressed by much that was
British.

In Calcutta he saw cleanliness, good city planning, prosperity.
He was fascinated by the quality of the Western mind which was rational
and could conceive of constitutional government, republicanism,
skepticism. The Western mind was attractive particularly to one who,
although fully imbued with his feudal and Muslim background, was also
attracted by wider intelligence like the one that Western scientific
thought offered: good rationalism promised to be good government. The
sense that this very rationalism, the very mind that had planned the
first modern city in India, was also in the service of a brutral and
brutalizing mercantile ethic which was to produce not a humane society
but an empire, began to come to Ghalib only when the onslaught of 1857
caught up with the Delhi of his own friends. Whatever admiration he
had ever felt for the British was seriously brought into question by
the events of that year, more particularly by the merciless-ness of
the British in their dealings with those who participated in or
sympathized with the Revolt. This is no place to go into the details
of the massacre; I will refer here only to the recent researches of
Dr. Ashraf (Ashraf, K.M., "Ghalib & The Revolt of 1857", in Rebellion
1857, ed., P.C. Joshi, 1957), in India, which prove that at least
27,000 persons were hanged during the summer of that one year, and
Ghalib witnessed it all. It was obviously impossible for him to
reconcile this conduct with whatever humanity and progressive ideals
he had ever expected the Briish to have possessed. His letters tell
of his terrible dissatisfaction.

Ghalib's ambivalence toward the British possibly represents a
characteristic dilemma of the Indian --- indeed, the Asian -- people.
Whereas they are fascinated by the liberalism of the Western mind and
virtually seduced by the possibility that Western science and technology
might be the answer to poverty and other problems of their material
existence, they feel a very deep repugnance for forms and intensities of
violence which are also peculiarly Western. Ghalib was probably not as
fully aware of his dilemma as the intellectuals of today might be; to
assign such awareness to a mid-nineteenth-century mind would be to
violate it by denying the very terms -- which means limitations --, as
well -- of its existence. His bewilderment at the extent of the
destruction caused by the very people of whose humanity he had been
convinced can , however, be understood in terms of this basic
ambivalence.

The years between 1857 and 1869 were neither happy nor very
eventful ones for Ghalib. During the revolt itself, Ghalib remained
pretty much confined to his house, undoubtedly frightened by the
wholesale masacres in the city. Many of his friends were hanged,
deprived of their fortunes, exiled from the city, or detained in jails.
By October 1858, he had completed his diary of the Revolt, the
"Dast-Ambooh", published it, and presented copies of it to the British
authorities, mainly with the purpose of proving that he had not
supported the insurrections. Although his life and immediate possesions
were spared, little value was attached to his writings; he was flatly
told that he was still suspected of having had loyalties toward the
Moghul king. During the ensuing years, his main source of income
continued to be the stipend he got from the Nawab of Rampur.
"Ud-i-Hindi", the first collection of his letters, was published in
October 1868. Ghalib died a few months later, on February 15th, 1869

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Anne wrote:

Dua wrote:

Anne wrote:

	Dua wrote:
	Kasam le lo kuch palle nahi para

Are Dua aap poetry karo, yeh kin kamon main par rahi ho...
Isse hum pe chor do...... Wink

Ek to aap aj kal waise hi Forums per bahut kam aati ho...

Hum aap ki sensitive poetry sunne ke liye betaab hain.

ComeOn Dua Forum Members are desperate to get benefits and straighten their life in the light your great poetry.

OHO !!! to aaap makhan bhi bohat acha laga leti ho !!

Good use of Butter Wink

Are makhan nahi haqeekat hai Dua.

Agar yakeen nahi aata to POLL run karo or voting karao.

Phir dekho yahan kitne Users hain jin ki life aap ki poetry se change ho gaye....

wahan Allama Iqbal the jin ki poetry se logon ne kuch seekha, yahan aap ho!

Haan yeh aap ne waisay sahi suggestion diya hai !

kiu na forum members ko nominate karwa ker un ke vouting karwai jay

Best Member of the Forum
or
Favorite Member of the Forum

Best Poet of the Forum
or
Favorite Poet of the Forum

is se yeh to pata chale ga ke kaun kis ko kitna pasand karta hai is forum per !!!

but main aap ko idher hee bata deti hon ke mera favorite member is forum per hai wo Iqbal

kiu ke wo hamesha logon ko khush rakhte hain aur kabhi kisi ko koi hursh word nahi kehte hain bhale hee koi unko kuch bhi kahe

aur fovorite poet hain Abhi Bhai kiu ke unki shayari main maine wo cheez dekhi hai jo aap tak kisi shayari main nahi dekhi hai

aap sab ka is baray main kiya khayal hai ?

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ohho, itna gehra analysis. kiya abhi abhi thesis likha hai ?

Hum aap ki pasand ki nahi, balke Forum ke thousands of users ki pasand ki baat kar rahe hain.

Heres some of the statistics about Forum Members:

Best Poet of the Forum: Dua

Most Mannered and Ethiced member of the Forum: Dua

Best member of the Forum: Dua

Friendly member of the Forum: Dua

Helpfull member of the Forum: Dua

Active member of the Forum: Dua

Respectfull member of the Forum: Dua

Most Prominent member of the Forum: Dua

Simplest member of the Forum: Dua

Pride of the Forum: Dua

Thats the reality....not a fiction or buttering !

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Anne wrote:

ohho, itna gehra analysis. kiya abhi abhi thesis likha hai ?

Hum aap ki pasand ki nahi, balke Forum ke thousands of users ki pasand ki baat kar rahe hain.

Heres some of the statistics about Forum Members:

Best Poet of the Forum: Dua

Most Mannered and Ethiced member of the Forum: Dua

Best member of the Forum: Dua

Friendly member of the Forum: Dua

Helpfull member of the Forum: Dua

Active member of the Forum: Dua

Respectfull member of the Forum: Dua

Most Prominent member of the Forum: Dua

Simplest member of the Forum: Dua

Pride of the Forum: Dua

Thats the reality....not a fiction or buttering !

Lagta hai aap ki taraf MAKHAN bohat hee sasta hai Wink

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	Dua wrote:
	Lagta hai aap ki taraf MAKHAN bohat hee sasta hai

nahi..... bas aaj zara mood acha hai.
waise kabhi kabhi hi mood acha hota hai!

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Anne wrote:

	Dua wrote:
	Lagta hai aap ki taraf MAKHAN bohat hee sasta hai

nahi..... bas aaj zara mood acha hai.
waise kabhi kabhi hi mood acha hota hai!

hmmm that's good !

to its mean ke agar aap ka mood acha hai to MAKHAN ki price ki parwah nahi karti hain

jitna hee mehanga kiu na ho aap to bas ...... Wink

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	Dua wrote:
	hmmm that's good ! to its mean ke agar aap ka mood acha hai to MAKHAN ki price ki parwah nahi karti hain jitna hee mehanga kiu na ho aap to bas ......

Arre jab mood acha ho to Makhan kia khoon ki bhi parwa nahi. koi Jaan mange woh bhi de doon.

Lekin jab mood kharab ho... kuch mang kar to dekho...... Jan na le loon!

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Anne wrote:

	Dua wrote:
	hmmm that's good ! to its mean ke agar aap ka mood acha hai to MAKHAN ki price ki parwah nahi karti hain jitna hee mehanga kiu na ho aap to bas ......

Arre jab mood acha ho to Makhan kia khoon ki bhi parwa nahi. koi Jaan mange woh bhi de doon.

Lekin jab mood kharab ho... kuch mang kar to dekho...... Jan na le loon!

oyeay Hoeay ! yar aap to bari dangerous ho !

jab aap ka mood kharab ho to plzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz pehle bata dena Confused

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My vote are with Iqbal, Dua and Ane.

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«´¨`·.Shakeel Ahmed ..·´¨`»
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(((**A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes**))

Anne wrote:

	Dua wrote:
	Lagta hai aap ki taraf MAKHAN bohat hee sasta hai

nahi..... bas aaj zara mood acha hai.
waise kabhi kabhi hi mood acha hota hai!

Q nahi hooo gaa aaj batain kis sey kee hain Wink

J/K

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CheerzZ

AlwayzZ
DreamzZ

My vote are with shakeel, Dua and iqbal.

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	aamirbutt wrote:
	My vote are with shakeel, Dua and iqbal.

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«´¨`·.Shakeel Ahmed ..·´¨`»
*(¸.·'´(¸.·'´*¤*`'·.¸)`'·.¸)*

(((**A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes**))

shakeelmscw wrote:

	aamirbutt wrote:
	My vote are with shakeel, Dua and iqbal.

mujhy bahi jo acha lagy ga main to ussy vote karon ga na Razz

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	shakeelmscw wrote:
	My vote are with Iqbal, Dua and Ane.

welll.. aap Anne aur Iqbal ko vote kar rehe hain yeh to samajh aagai

but aap mujhe vote kiu ker rehe hain yeh samajh nahi aya Rolling Eyes

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shakeelmscw wrote:

	aamirbutt wrote:
	My vote are with shakeel, Dua and iqbal.

Zaroori he jahan Makhan aor Sugar ka naam ho wahan par makhi ka bhi ho,.....
mera wala hatta do.... Embarassed

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Dua wrote:

	shakeelmscw wrote:
	My vote are with Iqbal, Dua and Ane.

welll.. aap Anne aur Iqbal ko vote kar rehe hain yeh to samajh aagai

but aap mujhe vote kiu ker rehe hain yeh samajh nahi aya Rolling Eyes

Jo jis ka right hay uss ko milna chahi-ay.

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«´¨`·.Shakeel Ahmed ..·´¨`»
*(¸.·'´(¸.·'´*¤*`'·.¸)`'·.¸)*

(((**A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes**))

iqbal wrote:

shakeelmscw wrote:

	aamirbutt wrote:
	My vote are with shakeel, Dua and iqbal.

Zaroori he jahan Makhan aor Sugar ka naam ho wahan par makhi ka bhi ho,.....
mera wala hatta do.... Embarassed

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*(`'·.¸(`'·.¸*¤*¸.·'´)¸.·'´)*
«´¨`·.Shakeel Ahmed ..·´¨`»
*(¸.·'´(¸.·'´*¤*`'·.¸)`'·.¸)*

(((**A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes**))

Dua wrote:

Best Member of the Forum
or
Favorite Member of the Forum

Best Poet of the Forum
or
Favorite Poet of the Forum

is se yeh to pata chale ga ke kaun kis ko kitna pasand karta hai is forum per !!!

but main aap ko idher hee bata deti hon ke mera favorite member is forum per hai wo Iqbal

kiu ke wo hamesha logon ko khush rakhte hain aur kabhi kisi ko koi hursh word nahi kehte hain bhale hee koi unko kuch bhi kahe

aur fovorite poet hain Abhi Bhai kiu ke unki shayari main maine wo cheez dekhi hai jo aap tak kisi shayari main nahi dekhi hai

aap sab ka is baray main kiya khayal hai ?

Thank you Dua Sis
You are fav of everybody so if I am your fav thats an honour in itself. Aap ki zrra nawazi hai.

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	Dua wrote:
	but main aap ko idher hee bata deti hon ke mera favorite member is forum per hai wo Iqbal kiu ke wo hamesha logon ko khush rakhte hain aur kabhi kisi ko koi hursh word nahi kehte hain bhale hee koi unko kuch bhi kahe

Nahi Nahi mein itna acha bhi nahi hon Embarassed

wo kiya he na apne ghamo ko chupane k liye itni acting ki k best actor ka prize mil gaya heheee Cool

reality is that an old saying, "beauty lies in the eyes of beholder...." Embarassed

jo khod ache, unke liye dost bhi ache, har jaga achi, har mousam acha.... Very Happy

ab mein aapki kiya tareef karon... but...!
I would only like to say that I m just jealous bcoz of ur super duper poetry selection, collection & postings…. just amazing.@

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iqbal wrote:

	Dua wrote:
	but main aap ko idher hee bata deti hon ke mera favorite member is forum per hai wo Iqbal kiu ke wo hamesha logon ko khush rakhte hain aur kabhi kisi ko koi hursh word nahi kehte hain bhale hee koi unko kuch bhi kahe

Nahi Nahi mein itna acha bhi nahi hon Embarassed

wo kiya he na apne ghamo ko chupane k liye itni acting ki k best actor ka prize mil gaya heheee Cool

reality is that an old saying, "beauty lies in the eyes of beholder...." Embarassed

jo khod ache, unke liye dost bhi ache, har jaga achi, har mousam acha.... Very Happy

ab mein aapki kiya tareef karon... but...!
I would only like to say that I m just jealous bcoz of ur super duper poetry selection, collection & postings…. just amazing.@

Bahout khoooob, iqbal paa ji kujj sadi vi tareef kar diyooooo.

Just kidding yaar

Dua and Iqbal both are superb.

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«´¨`·.Shakeel Ahmed ..·´¨`»
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(((**A happy person is not a person in a certain set of circumstances, but rather a person with a certain set of attitudes**))

shakeelmscw wrote:

iqbal wrote:

	Dua wrote:
	but main aap ko idher hee bata deti hon ke mera favorite member is forum per hai wo Iqbal kiu ke wo hamesha logon ko khush rakhte hain aur kabhi kisi ko koi hursh word nahi kehte hain bhale hee koi unko kuch bhi kahe

Nahi Nahi mein itna acha bhi nahi hon Embarassed

wo kiya he na apne ghamo ko chupane k liye itni acting ki k best actor ka prize mil gaya heheee