ग़ज़ल 

उठी  है  आवाज़ तो  रहेगी देर तलक 

रात रोशन  हो  जाएगी  सवेर  तलक 

जब  जल  जंगल ज़मीन चिल्ला उठेगी 

मरकज़ भी हिल जाएगी कुछ देर तलक 

आवाज़ हिमालय की निकल आएगी  

बस  हमें इंतज़ार  है  कुछ  देर तलक 

हक़ की  आवाज़ कब खामोश बैठी है 

उठेगी तो  झुक  जाएंगे दिलेर तलक

जो लफ्ज़ हैं धुँआ धुँआ सी चोटियों पे 

बसी है ज़िन्दगी बादलों के घेर तलक  

                                                                 असरारुल हक़ जीलानी 

ये ग़ज़ल मैंने तब लिखी थी जब मैं उत्तराखण्ड आपदा में  उत्तरकाशी गया था वहाँ का नीड असेसमेंट करने। 

Uthi hai aawaaz to rahegi der talak
Raat roshan ho  jayegi sawer talak

Jab jal  jangal  zameen chilla uthegi
Markaz bhi hil jayegi kuch der talak

Awaaz  Himalaya  ki  niakal ayegi 
Bas hamen intezar hai kuch der talak 

Haq ki awaaz kab khamosh baithi hai
Uthegi  to jhuk  jayenge  diler  talak

Jo lafz hain dhuan dhuan si chotiyon pe
Basi hai  zaindagi badalo kr gher talak

ज़िन्दगी बस रंग ही तो है

ज़िन्दगी के दरख़्त पे 

पत्ते जो लगे हैं 

बस रंग ही तो है 

कुछ लाल, कुछ हरे 

कुछ स्याह तो कुछ सफ़ेद 

और फिर उम्र के एक मोड़ पे 

गुलाबी रंग भी शर्माता, मुस्कुराता

डोली सजा कर आ जाता है 

उगाने किसी टहनी पे एक फूल 

जो बहलाता देती है 

और कहती है 

ज़िन्दगी बस रंग ही तो है 

पीते पीते नीले रंग का साँस 

किसी पतझर के मौसम में 

लपेट कर सफ़ेद चादर 

हिलता डुलता हवा में तैरता गिर जाऊंगा 

मिल जाऊंगा पीले रंग में 

और कहूँगा

ज़िन्दगी बस रंग ही तो है   

Transcription

Zindaghi ke darakht pe 

Patte jo hain

Bas rang hi to hai

kuch laal kuch hare 

kuch syah to kuch safed

Aur phir umar ke kisi mod pe 

Gulabi rang bhi sharmata muskurata

Doli saja kar aa jata hai

Oogaane kisi tahni pe ek phool 

Jo bahla deti hai 

Aur kahti hai

Zindagi bas rang hi to hai

Peete peete nile rang ka sans

Kisi patjhar ke mausam mai

Lapet kar safed chadar 

Hilta dulta hawa mai tairata gir jaunga

Mil jaunga peele rang mai

Aur kahunga

Zindagi bas rang hi to hai

Thank you all for giving feedback. I am transcribing the poems in English script fro the ease of those who can not read Devnagiri script.

नम आँखों की मुस्कान 

बयाबाँ ए तख़य्युल में  तेरी यादों की खेती की हैँ 

खयालो की बंजर ज़मीन को

तेरे चेहरे की नूर से ज़रख़ेज़ की है 

पुराने बीते हुए लम्हों से काट कर 

कुछ टहनियों को बोया हूँ 

और कभी  कभी आँसुओं की बारिश  से 

नम  करता हूँ ज़मीं  को 

फिर  काटता हूँ हर रोज़ 

हर सुबह हर शाम 

हर पल तेरी यादों की  फ़सल 

जिसपे आँसुओं का खोल होता तो है मगर 

जब छील कर हटाता हूँ उसे 

तो नम आँखों से मुस्कुरा देता हूँ 

                                                        असरारुल हक़ जीलानी           

ग़ज़ल

ग़ज़ल 

मेरे  माथे  पे  तेरी  यादों  का  टप्पा पड़ा  है 

तेरी ज़िन्दगी में मेरा भी कुछ हिस्सा पड़ा है 

कमरे की तन्हाई में तेरी परछाई लिए बैठा हूँ 

सुना है  अँधेरे  में तेरे हुस्न  का हिस्सा पड़ा है 

कमबख्त उम्मीद है खत्म होती  ही नहीं है 

पीछे  मेरे हुस्न  आगे  मेरे  मक्का  पड़ा है  

वो जो तोड़  कर लाया था तेरे चेहरे का नूर 

मेरे लफ़्ज़ों में उसी नूर  का क़िस्सा  पड़ा है 

डायरी क़लम किताब छोड़ो मेरी ज़िन्दगी के 

हर  सफ़हे  पे  तेरे  नाम  का  हिज्जे  पड़ा है 

                                                                          असरारुल हक़ जीलानी 

Tasweer Tumhari: A poem

तुम्हारी तस्वीर 

हरे हरे ख्वाबों को तराश कर

देता हूँ शकल पत्तों का 

गीले गीले अहसास के क़तरों से 

ख्यालों की टहनियों पे चिपकाता हूँ उन पत्तों को 

फिर तसव्वुर के तने से जोड़ देता हु उनको 

तो बन जाती है तुम्हारी तस्वीर 

                                                                                        असरारुल हक जीलानी 

I Access poem

I ACCESS

Dream above the sky

Sky over the head

Goal above the peak

Vision rooted in the soil

Emotions deep in the sea

dreams..vision..goal

Sky..stars..moon

All up and downs of the peak

I can access

Walk to the end

Run for the chase

Fly to the highs

Recite for the peace

walk.. talk.. fly..

to feel my being

speed sound place

All space I can access

No matter little number of near ones

No matter no dear ones

love.. peace.. energy..

I can access

No matter of broken wing

No matter of any king

I have will ..i am king

king of things

things that you access

I access

                                              Asrarul Haque Jeelani

This poem is written for I Access Right Mission : TISS initiative for Inclusion

देख मियाँ पानी 

बात ये है कि 

ये जो अपने ख़वाब का अक्स 

छोड़े जा रहा हू 

लौटा देना हाँ 

कभी कही नदी पे 

झील पे मिलूंगा और कहूंगा 

दे दे मेरा ख़वाब 

तो दे देना 

                                                                             

GOD'S OWN COUNTRY

                                     

                                                   GODS OWN COUNTRY

                                                                                                                   Asrarul Haque Jeelani

Back to the concrete country 
from God's own country (Kerala)
the four day was the trial day
in the paradise country
missing here the angels
prince and princess of the coconut country
who took us on their hand 
show their own country

student of Central university of Kerala
 in the cultural dress

a piece of peace

It was tough to express the feeling of pleasure in Kerala but I wrapped the whole trip in few words. I collected my all courage and skill to write this.   

                       Soul has no distinction of sex

Human being is the assembling of body, mind and soul. The existence of difference, distinction and distinguishing factors are only the matter of body and mind and not of soul.  People are distinguished as male and female, black and white by his bodily feature, atheist, communist and religious by his mind but by soul, all are equal because it has connection with God. Various religions have their own but somehow equal concept regarding the soul. By the Islamic concept it is the command of God. Some religions like Hinduism have belief that every living organism possessed soul and this concept is called as animism but in some it is only of human being.  

The mind and the body is semi observable and observable entity respectively but soul is invisible like God but work as protagonist for body and mind. Body is the abode of soul where soul encountered with mind which pollutes the same. Though our soul is pure, have own words and prime source of peace. We never tried to read and catch the words of the soul.

The Theosophical society and movement of 19^th century with aim of universal spiritual brotherhood has correctly worked on this subject and focusing these matters in their principle which is still much more relevant. Its one principle is God creates different races with view to developing different virtues in mankind and the next male and female are equal because soul has no distinction of sex. Both principle are very relevant to the contemporary world where racial conflict are encroaching on the land and the women are deprived of their right, losing their dignity and victimized by the dominating thought of male. So there is need of revival of the past thoughts of the movement to make change in the society and remember that every living organism have the same soul that we possessed which doesn’t distinguish male and female.

            WINTER VACATION DIARY

how I spent my winter vacation in different spaces for different causes

Training program at V.V Giri National Labour Institute

Topic of the training: ENHANCING COMPETENCE OF YOUTH IN DEALING WITH CHILD LABOUR

Period : 23^rd December to 27^th December 2013

Group living with sharing, listening thoughts, ideas, stories, residing in a hostel with a group of students who are pursuing same course but from different institution across the country shows self image and real worth of our institution. The 5 days of amazing hospitality and training program of V.V Giri National Labour Institute introduced not only the different aspects and corner of the child labour but it was the platform where we came across the beauty of Jamia, praiseworthy field work and supervision and also relevant course content of our department. We felt worthy and privileged after get in touch with the social work students of various institutions from different corner of the India.

 Came back with enthusiastic load of plans and ideas to do some work for and with child labour.

Muzaffarnagar camp visit :

My intense urge to meet the riot victim, to feel their wound made myself present in one of the Muzaffarnagar riot victim’s camp in Malkana village on second last day of the year. On 29^th December 2013 I shared my wish to visit Muzaffarnagar camp with Mr. Afroz Alam Sahil (RTI activist) and Mr. Zakir Riyaz. Mr. Afroz had already visited few camps but Mr. Zakir has planned to go there so we three met each other and discussed plans and purpose to visit the camp. On the second day we moved to Muzaffar Nagar with the companion of Mr. Zakir and her sisiter, Mr. Zeshan and me.   

 It was my first experience to see the camp under the open sky in such cold month which told me to think and to enter in the drop of sadness. I went there with an aim to know about the child labour scenario because during the training program at V.V Giri National Labour Institute, I got the information that after the riot children are entering in the child labour but after the discussion with Mr. Zakir Riyaz, I went there by changed motive to know about the appearing student in the board exam so that we can do something for them. We met men, women, children and some key person. They suggested us to announce by the loudspeaker regarding gathering of 10^th and 12^th class appeared student. I entered in the mosque and announced, after few minute 6-7 students gathered. We interacted with them and told them to continue their study we will help. Before returning back to Delhi, seeing back to the camp was tearful. Came back with the same question why communal riot happens? 

Ten days of NSS special camp:

 The community where we live since long time with our ongoing student life is not able to provide real scenario of our abiding space but the institution’s initiative works like the window through which a student can peep into the community and come across the truth behind the curtain. The ten days NSS Special camp did the same from where I added lots of unknown problem of the community in my dictionary, Came to know about the people’s expectation from Jamia, got  exposure with the bundle of people’s ideas and suggestions who belongs to diverse background. It was the research work for the community need but I researched myself, it reflected me the need of my nourishing area for my development to work for the community.

For the motive to understand Jamia neighbourhood for constructive engagement

Date : 30^th of December 2013 to 8^th January 2014

To be a good follower of the leader is great task and no one gives attention toward this quality which makes a team successful. In this camp I tried my best to follow my group leader rightly and participated in the group activity as much as possible. I think I couldn’t represent myself better during the camp after trying my best but it is my pleasure to get consolation prize in best camper category.

Social work students interacted with Ms. Jazeera ; a lady silent crusader

( Published in Jamia Journal http://jamiajournal.com/2013/11/13/jazeera-the-woman-who-took-on-the-kerela-sand-mining-mafia-speaks-at-jamia/  )

Identify the issue, enrich your understanding, mobilize the people and take action on the same issue is the social work approach of activism, class theory, but a unique, incredible and exemplary approach of social action taken by Ms. Jazeera a Muslim, burqa clad woman against the sand mafia challenged the theory and create a new way of social action. The social work students came across this unique and bizarre approach while interacting with her.

The Subject Association of Department of Social work organized an interaction session with field activist on 6^th November where invitee Ms. Jazeera shared her journey and experience of fighting alone against the mighty sand mafia from the past one and half years. The interaction session which lasted for a couple of hours commenced with recitation of Quran by Mr. Abu Hafeez, welcome words by Sarah Abrar followed by a documentary show about her. Dr. Habeebul Rahman, the Student Advisor, introduced her to the audience.   After this Ms Jazeera shared her journey from a village of Kannur district in kerala to capital of the country and shared her bitter but indeed inspiring experience of fighting against sand mafia in which her own relatives are involved. According to her when she was pregnant with her younger son, she moved to her native village to live with her family. This was the time when she came to know a very shocking and deplorable condition of the Neerozhukkumchal beach where all her childhood memories are painted upon and which is in dire state due to rampant illegal excavation of sand. That is when she started her crusade which grew nationwide after a long silent protesting without any loud sloganeering. Her three children ( 14, 11, and 1 years old respectively) are all her team members. Her battle started from Village Street, travelled to district headquarter, state capital and now to Delhi at Janter Manter since one month. She is fighting the issue in Supreme Court, National Human Rights Commission and in Green Tribunal. Breaking all stereotypes of Muslim women Ms Jazeera is demanding the sand mafia should be pushed out of her village. She received lures and threatening  calls and allegation that she is linked with some suspected terrorist outfits. She recalled  Chipko Andolan and said that for those who are not associated with the issue might not be able to assign the importance to the same and might even laugh away from it, but those who could understand the gravity of it will never be able to sit back and relax. 

Ms. Shobha, a PhD scholar in the department  interpreted her words in English as she was sharing her story in Malayalam in full of confidence and during Malayalam speech any one can feel her warm and soulful words. The experience sharing was followed by a question answer session which each member of the audience thoroughly enjoyed. Dr. Sanjai Ingole, in the concluding remarks, related the Jazeera model of strike to the social work knowledge and said these types of activist are great source of inspiration and learning for the students. Leaving the venue, Jazeera asserted that she will definitely win the battle if she is alive, and pleaded one more chance to come back to Jamia and meet the students to share her joy after the victory.