Saturday, June 17, 2017

Romantic and very Heart Touching Poetry urdu







Aap ki yaad aati rahi raat bhar,
Chaandni dil dukhaati rahi raat bhar,
Gaah jalti huyi gaah bujhtii huyi,
Sham-e-gham jhilmilaati rahi raat bhar,
Koii khushbuu badalti rahi pairahann,
Koii tasvieer gaati rahi raat bhar,
Phir sabaa saaya-e-shaakh-e-gul ke tale,
Koii qissa sunaati rahi raat bhar,
Jo na aya usse koi zanjeer-e-dar,
Har sadaa pr bulaati rahi raat bhar,
Ek umeed se dil behelta raha,
Ik tamanna sataati rahi raat bhar..


Find latest collection of Love poetry in Urdu and English. Best Love & Romantic shayari from famous poets and poetry lover. Read love poetry, ghazals-Romantic Urdu Poetry is on Facebook. Love Sms Romantic Urdu Poetry Hindi Sms Design Poetry Bewafa sms Funny sms Ghazal Islamic sms urdu love poetry urdu sad poetry Urdu shayari hindi---Romantic Poetry, Urdu Poetry, Urdu Shairy, Designed Poetry, Sad Urdu ... Romantic and very Heart Touching Poetry-Urdu Barish Shayari.  Barish Poetry is for romantic and sensitive people who love rain.2 Lines Shayari Urdu Shayari, Hindi Shayari , Urdu Sher, Shayari, Sad Shayari and poetry , Love Hindi Shayari, Romantic Poetry2 Lines Love urdu poetry image urdu shayari so sad urdu girl wallpaper poetry photo shayari .Urdu Poetry SMS are shared via mobile and thus the beauty of this language remains alive. There are many famous poets whose poetry is considered as Best Urdu Poetry for their talent. They have played a great role in poetry handling with the Urdu Language and showing their inner feelings. The Best Urdu Poets are Allama Iqbal, Mohsin Naqvi, Parveen Shakir, Ahmed Faraz, Habib Jalib, Faiz Ahmed Faiz and many more. Their Best Urdu Poetry SMS are always considered the joy of Urdu language and people love their poetry.
Lovely & Romantic Poetry means your pure feelings for a person whom you like the most. You can wish and express your feelings . Share your romantic feelings with us. We would love to display your feelings. Love poetry is common these days and everyone .

Saturday, June 10, 2017

Eid Mubarak Poetry in urdu with images girl eid poetry in urdu romantic.













Eid Mubarak Poetry in urdu with images sad girl eid poetry in urdu romantic urdu poetry about eid . eid romantic poetry urdu , eid mubarak wallpaper sad girl eid mubarak card and wallpaper . pardesse eid mubarak poetry . new eid mubarak poetry . chand raat poetry . boyfriend urdu eid poetry and girl friend urdu eid poetry girl images photo eid wallpapers card poetry urdu .Eid Mubarak Poetry in urdu with images free mobile sad girl eid poetry in urdu romantic urdu poetry about eid . free mobile eid romantic poetry urdu , eid mubarak wallpaper free mobile sad girl eid mubarak card and wallpaper . free mobile pardesse eid mubarak poetry . new free mobile eid mubarak poetry . chand raat poetry . boyfriend urdu eid poetry and girl friend free mobile urdu eid poetry girl images photo eid free mobile wallpapers card poetry urdu .

Friday, June 2, 2017

Tucked Away: Dual Lives in David R. Altman�s �Death in the Foyer�

by JoAnn LoVerde-Dropp

For me, summers are for regrouping and re-reading favorite books.  One such work by David R. Altman, �Death in the Foyer,� continues to sink the plumb line of my appreciation for his attention to instinct and motive each time I read it.  �Death in the Foyer,� published by Finishing Line Press in 2014, is Altman�s debut chapbook. His website can be found at http://www.davidraltman.com.

�Death in the Foyer� contains a series of vignettes that convey the message nature may contain mysteries, but people keep secrets.

 The first of these is the book�s titular poem about a man who suddenly, and without resistance, succumbs to an aneurism in his home�s foyer. Altman�s use of an omniscient voice places the reader in an awkward position of knowing more than the dying man�s devoted wife whose �warm fingers [protect] now what no longer needs protecting.� 

Suddenly, the reader knows perhaps more than they should. Without warning, we�re in on it as the speaker divulges how, �his final thoughts were of wives and children;/and secret friends who knew him well,/thoughts that he will share now only with himself.�

And we know her, don�t we? This woman of �soft pleas� who emerges from �a living room landscape of family photos and dusty Bibles.� She is the hearth keeper; albeit, possibly not the first one as �wives� is unmistakably plural. 

I love this poem because every time I read the last stanza, I have to ask myself if I am obligated to care more about this man than the clearly ambivalent speaker. Altman writes,

            He was to die upon a rug he used to vacuum
            and had admired from a distance.
            Now moving toward a new life,
            less worldly than the one which at that instant he was leaving,
            but a new life, just the same.

We have to ask ourselves, what type of man (or woman, for that matter) sinks so comfortably into an �unexpected� death? Could it be one with �secret friends� suddenly offered a clean slate?  This negative capability allows the question to linger as long as we wish, as the dying man only �[moves] toward a new life� when we are ready.

More dramatic but equally compelling is the poem, �2:17 a.m.� Here, Altman carefully attends to setting, mood, and plot. We exist in both space and time, and the speaker uses the poem�s title and first line to create a sense of tension that does not dissipate even when the danger has passed.

Awakening to the sounds of destruction,
            the family presses one another to the hardwood
Unable to move or see or understand
            in one final act of unity they pray silently, hands touching.
Bullets fill the room, shattering photos and jewelry and bed posts
            While small children, life faceless rag dolls, curl beside their mother
Each family member pinned down like a spider beneath a jar
            waiting for the inevitable.

                                                Suddenly, things stop.

The crackling glass still rings as tires screech beyond shattered blinds.
            Quiet sobs fill the void
                        where gunfire had been.
The father sighs, his family safe, his home destroyed,
            His secrets so rudely revealed.
He peeks outside, in the dim light,
                   thinking only of how badly his grass needs cutting
                            and whether his house will ever be sold.

Here, the poem�s story is mirrored in its visual rhetoric. The first stanza consists of alternating but uniformly indented, end-stopped lines connoting order even in the midst of disaster.  It almost does not matter that a solitary line interrupts the terror in the night because the second stanza, with its craggy indents, betrays a father�s secret life.

While I personally find �Death in the Foyer� and �2:17 a.m.� two of the most intriguing poems in Altman�s first collection, this chapbook�s scope is far reaching.  He explores the lethal neutrality of animal instinct in the poems �Wake Up Call� and �Her Woods� in the same proportion as the will to live and love in �The Groom�s Mother Has Cancer.�

�Death in the Foyer� can be found on the Finishing Line Press website at https://www.finishinglinepress.com/product/death-in-the-foyer-by-david-r-altman/.

JoAnn LoVerde-Dropp is a Lecturer in the English department at Kennesaw State University. JoAnn received her MFA in Creative Writing from Spalding University in Louisville, Kentucky. Her poetry has appeared in Gargoyle Magazine, Public.Replublic.net, and Bigger than They Appear: Anthology of Short Poems




Tuesday, May 9, 2017

Interview with Poet Robert Walicki about his chapbook The Almost Sound of Snow Falling







The Almost Sound of Snow Falling

Author: Robert Walicki

PublisherNight Ballet Press

Publication date: 2015









First Snow by Robert Walicki

Even when it came and afterwards, it hits me like a surprise wind.
The last clothes of the summer on a line:

Transparent flowers on my sister�s spring dress still wet and swinging,
or the long threadbare robe of my fathers� that finally tore itself free,

hung there in the air is if weightless
held by something I couldn�t see.

A waiting, something slow like that.
Pausing and stopping, like music gone quiet

and starting again. Cool as a fridge door opening,
a breeze when a car is moving. Watching children run in a soccer game.

And cheering. Pizza so hot it burns the roof of my mouth, that walk over frozen mud
to get a bottle of water

to cool it and I am suddenly alone with what I�ve taken, what I can�t leave behind.
Not even that small boy covering his ears outside, the woolen hands

that hold the wind back to stare at something so large and black above his head,
while the pieces of something keep falling as if torn,

pages from a book that sat open by his parents� bed:
In the beginning, God created the heavens, and the earth

was formless and void
Words I never got close enough to read or understand,

only that whiteness.
That miracle of 2 am when the roads have no memory.

Sidewalks, unbroken by footsteps.
And no one awake at this hour to sweep it away.

from The Almost Sound of Snow Falling (Night Ballet Press, 2015)

*   *   *   *   *

Robert Walicki is the curator of VERSIFY, a monthly reading series in Pittsburgh, PA. His work has appeared in HEArt, Stone Highway Review, Grasslimb, and on the radio show Prosody. He won 1st runner up in the 2013 Finishing Line Open Chapbook Competition and was awarded finalist in the 2013 Concrete Wolf Chapbook Competition. He currently has two chapbooks published: A Room Full of Trees (Red Bird Chapbooks, 2014) and The Almost Sound of Snow Falling (Night Ballet Press, 2015).

Author Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/Robert-Walicki-1961568937400784/


*   *   *   *   *

Robert Walicki and I first met several years ago in a now-defunct Facebook poetry workshop group. I wrote a blurb for the cover of his chapbook The Almost Sound of Snow Falling. It was a delight interview him about the chapbook and poetry.

�Nancy Chen Long 

[This interview was originally published on my blog.]


*   *   *   *   *


Please tell us a little bit about your chapbook.

RW: The Almost Sound of Snow Falling follows my last collection, A Room Full of Trees, in a fairly chronological way, moving from the inevitable acceptance of loss as a state of existence, but then moving past that aftermath to explore identity and self. I think more so than anything, it's about growth, a trial by fire so to speak and the transformation that occurs as a result of these experiences.



Some of the poems in The Almost Sound of Snow Falling touch on issues of masculinity and gender identification. Could you speak a little to this aspect of the book?

RW:  I had been interested in challenging stereotypical roles of masculinity after working for years in the construction trades industries. Society in general, can be very judgmental to individuals that don't fit into the expected or preconceived gender roles.When one is ostracized for their personality and make up, or even what they look like, it can be a very painful experience. This applies to many people and in many different fields and walks of life. The makeup of identity was something important to me and something that I wanted to understand to a deeper degree. Combing through hurt feelings and taking a candid look at what it means to be a man, and that being sensitive and caring didn't make you less masculine, was something that appealed to me a great deal.



The poems in this collection read as explorations of memories. Here are two considerations of memory in poetry:

[M]emory is unstable and idiosyncratic, and follows a structure and procedure much like narrative � [E]motion is the basis of long-term memory, and our reactions to the world around us are a complicated concatenation of the narratives we�ve written and continue to write in our brains in conjunction with reactions to new stimuli, which is often interpreted according to old patterns. Everything we 'know' is a narrative construction based on sometimes idiosyncratic interpretation.
What is the role of personal memory in your poems? When you�re writing your poetry, do you find memory to be something more solid, like Roberts examined the first quote�an inseparability between self-identity and the past? Or is it more permeable, as discussed by Heywood?

RW: I think for me, it's a combination. It really depends on the poem and the voice that leads me. I'm very much a believer of letting the poem determine what it's going to be, so in that sense, I feel memory is a very fluid thing. For example, there are poems like "First Snow" or "Ostaria" that attempt to capture the uncapturable or indescribable. Memory, when layered with emotion, often gets very complicated. There can be a lot to unpack and equally, so much of what I remember is colored by emotion and shaped by it. Truth, or what really happened, changes when I write, because what is more important to me, is whether a poem is "emotionally true" and not necessarily 100 percent factual. I'm fascinated most of all by concrete imagery as a doorway into memory and emotion. It's almost involuntary for me, like Proust. It's a very serendipitous thing. A shirt ripping on a nail reminding me of the loose buttons on a mother's coat in a photograph and suddenly, I'm writing the poem "In The Years Before Color," and everything a simple black and white photograph evokes from the past, and the future.



Why did you choose the chapbook as the vehicle for your poems rather than a book-length manuscript or a section in a book? When you started, did you intend to create a chapbook? How long did it take to write this chapbook (or, alternatively, how did you know it was time to stop writing)?

RW: In general, I find it easier to focus on a chapbook length collection. I'm very attracted to shorter length formats in terms of a sharper, thematic focus, although I'm currently working on a full-length. I don't think I ever sit down consciously and say "I'm ready to write a chapbook." It happens organically and I think the best ideas come from that aesthetic. I never stopped writing after my first chapbook came out and in a very fertile period for me, I suddenly had a lot of poems that I felt were speaking to each other. My style was, and still is, evolving, especially from A Room Full of Trees, my first chapbook. I felt I was loosening up, was more frank in my language and was moving on from many of the things that I was obsessed about in the first book, namely my father's death and how that changed me as a person. However, one could make the argument that a few of the early poems in this collection could fit right in thematically with that first book.



What is one of the more crucial poems in the book for you? Why is it important to you? How did it come to be?

RW: That's difficult,but for me, the most crucial poems in this book are the work poems, because they were the hardest to write and the most important. As I've said before, I feel this book is about growth and I think these poems illustrate that process in a profound way for me. Those experiences changed me and forged me into the person I am, worlds away from the person I was before these events happened.

It took years to write this one in particular (it's not quite a year old), mostly because it was extremely difficult for me to find the poetry or "music" in these hard experiences. I also needed some emotional distance from what happened and perspective so I could write with the clarity and the restraint necessary to do justice to the material. I finally came to the conclusion that a simple frank and matter of fact tone was the best approach in writing about this kind of work. This poem is called "Rain Leader."

Rain Leader
(on running storm pipe under a bridge near Akron, OH, 1997)

When the only heat is from the coffee
at 5am, and less than 4 degrees outside,
you'll learn to wear enough layers,
or better yet, keep moving.

Some biker dude will laugh, blow frost,
Marlboro smoke in your face.
First day, it's "Hey rookie" and "Don't look down"
It's lift this 8 inch, cast iron pipe.

First day, It's " Go down to my truck and get
my pipe stretcher" ,and then you'll realize
there's no such thing 4 stories down.
First day, men will want to break you,

Like they've been broken, their riverbed faces,
grizzled beards twisted like dry rotted wire.
Last night's whiskey, sweating from dirty skin.
You will nearly lose your finger, when the ice forms

on the pipe, straps loosening, metal slamming flesh.
If you can make it past this, there's a Miller Genuine Draft
There's a welder sitting next to you, buys the first round,
lays his steel hands on your shoulder

Like the father who couldn't bear it.
If you can make it past tomorrow,
you'll have to trust the pig iron,
this foot width of rust,
and walk this I-beam,50 feet of cross cut steel
falling into nothing. There's a strap that holds
your waist, a broken man who leads you.
he'll walk like a free man across 4 inches of steel.
He'll never look back.

originally appeared in The Kentucky Review



You curate a monthly reading series for poets. How do you feel about spoken-word or performance poetry versus poetry on the page?

RW: I have learned from personal experience that when preparing to do a reading, I choose work based on readability and my audience. Knowing one's audience as well as having a balanced set list of poems is a real key to a successful reading. There are beautiful poems that I've never read for example, because I feel that they are either too "quiet" or "contemplative" or better on the page than ones that either have more movement in them, or are more accessible to a wider audience.

Regarding performing, I've had a few poets who qualify as performance poets in my series and I am always in awe of the energy that's brought to a poem by a gifted performance poet. It's a different aesthetic than more traditional poetry,but I often think that traditional poets could learn from performance poets in terms of being better presenters of their work, and performance poets could learn from the traditional poets as well. However, everyone has a unique gift to share with the world, and my goal is to celebrate that, give them a platform.



What difficulties or challenges did you encounter in writing some of the poems? in publishing the collection?

RW: There's always a fear that certain poems can be misinterpreted or something may offend someone, but I made a decision while writing my first book: Do I want to be a truth teller, or I do I want to play it safe and write pretty, lyrical poems for the whole family? Being a "tell all" kind of poet can be very difficult and a sometimes painful road to go down. It's something I continue to struggle with, although I've made peace with who I am as a poet.



Have you given a public reading of the work? What was the audience response? Did you encounter anything you were not expecting?

RW: I recently gave my first reading from the chapbook in Cleveland for my press, Night Ballet, at the wonderful Max Backs Books. I love to do readings in general, but this was a special night and the crowd was warm, attentive and engaging. I'm looking forward to going back!



What are you working on now?

RW: I have several projects that I'm working on currently, a full length manuscript, as well as another chapbook which is going to be a big departure. All of the poems will have or be inspired by pop culture references, so that's going to be a fun project when it's finished.

Sunday, May 7, 2017

urdu poetry, urdu shayari, sad shayari, urdu sms, love poetry, sad poetry








****************************
Baat bass se nikal chali hai,
Dil ki haalat sambhal chali hai,
Ab junoon hadh se barrh chala hai,
Ab tabiyat behal challi hai,
Ashk khunaab ho chale hain,
Gham ki rangat badal chalii hai,
Yaa yunhi bujh rahi hain shaamen,
Yaa shab-e-hijr ttal chali hai,
Laakh paighaam ho gaye hain,
Jab sabaa ek pal chalii hai,
Jaao ab so raho sitaaro,
Dard ki raat dhhall chali hai..
*****************************


The home of urdu poetry, urdu shayari, sad shayari, urdu sms, love poetry, sad poetry and hindi shayaris. Most updated urdu poetry website on the web with -Find Urdu Poetry & Ghazals by famous Pakistani and Indian poets. Get the Urdu shayari largest collection by categories like love shairy, sad shayari-  Two line Urdu Poetry Page, Urdu Adab, Urdu Ashaar, Design Urdu Poetry Page.Urdu poetry is a rich tradition of poetry and has many different forms. Its basically an outcome of superimposition of Persian -Urdu Romantic Shayari is all about romance. We have got a hell lot of Urdu Romantic Poetry to offer. We update our Romance Shayari page every day-Urdu Romantic Shayari is all about romance. We have got a hell lot of urdu romantic poetry to offer. we yodate iyr romance shayari age every day do kee coming back for new Romance shayari urdu poetry image lovely poetry photo girl wallpapers poetry in urdu everyday.
Find latest collection of Love poetry in Urdu and English. Best Love & Romantic shayari from famous poets and poetry lover. Read love poetry, ghazals-Romantic Urdu Poetry is on Facebook. Love Sms Romantic Urdu Poetry Hindi Sms Design Poetry Bewafa sms Funny sms Ghazal Islamic sms urdu love poetry urdu sad poetry Urdu shayari hindi---Romantic Poetry, Urdu Poetry, Urdu Shairy, Designed Poetry, Sad Urdu ... Romantic and very Heart Touching Poetry-Urdu Barish Shayari.  Barish Poetry is for romantic and sensitive people who love rain.2 Lines Shayari Urdu Shayari, Hindi Shayari , Urdu Sher, Shayari, Sad Shayari and poetry , Love Hindi Shayari, Romantic Poetry2 Lines Love urdu poetry image urdu shayari so sad urdu girl wallpaper poetry photo shayari .

Best Urdu Poetry SMS – Beautiful and Love Poetry SMS for Friends
Urdu Poetry and SMS are sought daily and considered the best source of making and strengthening relations. Since Urdu is the national language of Pakistan, therefore, Urdu Poetry is mostly available in mother tongue. For this reason, I have tried my level best to collect the Best Urdu Poetry for my friends and make them available the beauty of Poetry. You can feel the joy from the given Beautiful Urdu Poetry. I hope you would appreciate me for this and would share with your friends.

On other hand, there come mobile phones. Urdu Poetry SMS are shared via mobile and thus the beauty of this language remains alive. There are many famous poets whose poetry is considered as Best Urdu Poetry for their talent. They have played a great role in poetry handling with the Urdu Language and showing their inner feelings. The Best Urdu Poets are Allama Iqbal, Mohsin Naqvi, Parveen Shakir, Ahmed Faraz, Habib Jalib, Faiz Ahmed Faiz and many more. Their Best Urdu Poetry SMS are always considered the joy of Urdu language and people love their poetry.

beautiful Best Urdu Poetry - Lovely & Romantic Urdu Poetry
Best Urdu Poetry is always searched and read for joy and emotions. Poetry is always effective and its beauty is admitted. Poetry has great impact on the minds of the people and its long lasting effects are said to be the main attraction. So far you have read one of the Best Urdu Poetry and still looking for the best which is an open proof of attraction. Urdu Best Poetry and SMS have been collected here 

Romantic Best Urdu Poetry

Now, for lovers it could be one of the Best Urdu Poetry as we know that they are often sad and look for only a single person in this mortal world. You might have experienced and would have noticed how Romantic Poetry helps us facing loneliness. I am sure this would be Best Urdu Poetry for you if you have ever loved poetry. I hope I would win your hearts friends.

Best Urdu Poetry SMS Messages - Lovely Mobile Urdu Poetry SMS

I have already share Best Urdu Poetry SMS Messages for mobile users and my friends who have got the sickness of love. I am sure you would have recited those awesome Urdu Love Poetry Messages for you better sake. You might have seen many lovers around you singing while tears rolling down on their cheeks. Such a miser situation!

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Ek shab e mehtab se bhaghty phirty hain

Ek Shab-e-Mehtab Se Bhagtay Phirtay Hain
Ham Kiun Apnay Aap Se Bhagtay Phirtay Hain
Pyas Ki Shidat Honton Ki Taqdir Howi Aur Ham Qatraa-e-Aab Se Bhagtay Phirtay Hain
Sham Dhalay Saari Choupaalain Sajti Hain Ham Apnay Ehbaab Se Bhagtay Phirtay Hain
Khushbuu Ki Tehreer Badan Per Likhi Hai Aur Safaid Gulaab Se Bhagtay Phirtay Hain
Ik Kitaab Lye Phirtay Hain Hathon Mein Aur Zar-o-Asbaab Se Bhagtay Phirtay Hain
Unhain Kisi Taabeer Ki Khwahish Kia Hogi... Loog Jo arsaa-e-Khwaab Se Bhaagtay Phirtay Hain
Aankhon Mein BeTaab Samandar Hai Phir Bhi Jaanay Kis Gardaab Se Bhaagtay Phirtay Hain.

Mery Ban Jao.

Tum Udaas Ho

Tum udaas ho?

Rat ko chand taron se batain mat kiya karo,

Pholon ko dekh kar mat chonka karo,
koi tbiyat ka pochy to mosam
ky bary me mat btaya karo,

Kaghaz par aarhi trchi lakerain mat khncha karo.....

Warna log khain gy tum udaas ho.

(Fakhira Batool)

Mery Ban Jao