Who to leave from the pile of gold and silver gems and Ashrafis and with whom to fill their pockets .. It is not easy to decide .. Something similar we felt today when Sher-O-Shayari of Nida Fazli, famous poet of Hindi and Urdu Some of them sat choosing the pieces. So friends, today I welcome you to Pooja Prasad News 18 Hindi podcast and today we will share some views of Nida Saheb and related things ..
Muktada Hasan named his writing, Nida Fazli. Nida means tone or voice and Fazila is the name of a region in Kashmir where Nida used to live in Fazli’s ancestors. So he added Fazli with Nida. Jagjit Singh has given his voice to many eyes of Nida and immortalized him with Azar. There is one such ghazal that resonates for a long time in Dilodimag – where at your own will …
Where the wind is, where we are
Earlier everything was its own but now it seems
In our own house, we belong to another house
The journey of soil has been with time since ages
Who knows, where we belong, where we belong
God has many souls
Sometimes we belong to the earth, sometimes to the moon city
Keep on walking
Keep on thinking, which way are we
In every round we are counted only in the count
We belong to the nameless news of every penman
Different poets about the city bore their heart on paper. Rana Sahri said, there is no friend nor good luck, how strange is your city. So Nida Sahab said, his enemies are very good, he will be lonely in the city like me.
He will be lonely in the city like me
Tell the truth that the Tabassum of the Hontas is not extinguished
Do not end the light and it will be dark
The canal that hit the thirst came out barren
Whoever leaves behind will be a river
Will he have any opinion about Mirae?
He must have seen me break even
Many festivals are present in a festival.
Whoever you see from close will be lonely
Nida’s parents settled in Pakistan but did not go to Nida. He lived here in India. If there was no way to live, then people wandered from city to city for earning. When he reached Bombay, he got an opportunity to write in magazines and newspapers like Dharmyuga, Blitz, which is considered to be a stronghold of literary activities. The pen was such that the fame spread quickly, it just kept spreading. For the film Razia Sultan, she wrote the film song – Tera Hijra Mera Naseeb Hai …
I miss your distance, why are you with me wherever you are
No Haraf has come in my name for you
I am not afraid of my world but my love is yours
Tera vasal aayi meri dilruba nahi my fate so what happened
Is this my fault only, is your support
Your love is on me
My life, I know this is the thing, if I know my life
Friends, it is true that in the journey of life that usually lasts for many years, all of us at some time get upset and stagger. Looks like it’s over. Looks all dried up. In such a situation, sometimes a few Alphas come out in the dark tunnel like a torch .. Nida Fazli’s next ghazal is a similar torch …
Should be breathed in
This way, step on the wall is in front
If there is no one should get entangled with himself
Every juicy dish should be showered
Crossroads garden buildings are not all cities
Should love some such people
Your search, your eyes, your experience
Even if it is a path, it should be lost.
This city needs someone crazy
If there is no smoke, there is black smoke
Even if it is not it should be extinguished
Today’s weekend will be with Nida Saheb .. See you next time with another creator. Till then I say goodbye to Pooja Prasad. Hi.