Perveen Shakir was born on 24th November, 1952 in Karachi. She was highly educated with two masters degrees, one is English linguistics and other in English literature. She also held a PhD and master degree in Bank Administration.
Before joining the civil service she was professor at Karachi University and trinity college USA for nine years. Her first book Kushboo won Adamjee Award. Later she was awarded the pride of performance.
She used the first person feminine pronoun, which is really used in Urdu poetry even by female poets.Her Ghazal followed the classical Urdu ghazal only as far as the form was concerned, but her idiom resonated with that of Ahmad Faraz.
This is a fact that she was all rounder; master at Ghazal, Nazam and Geet. Despite her modern diction, so entrenched was Shakir in Urdu tradition that she paid generous tributes to many classical poets from Amir Khusro to Ghalib.
Perveen Shakir lived their respective as sensitive poets. On 26th December 1994 Perveen Shakir died in car accident in Islamabad. Her death deprived Urdu literature of an outstanding poet who had yet to reach the peak of her creativity.
Poetry by Perveen Shakir
Kuch to hawa bhi sard thi, kuch tha tera Kheyal bhi
Dil ko khushi k sath sath hota raha Malal bhi
Baat wo aadhi raat ki, raat wo poore Chaand ki
Chaand bhi ain cheet ka is per tera Jamal bhi
Sab se nazar bacha k wo mujh ko kuch aise dekhta
Aik dafya to ruk gaii Gardish Mah-o-Sal bhi
Dil to chamak sakey ga kia, phir bhi Tarash ke dekh lein
Shishah gerane shahar ke hath ka yeh Kamal bhi
Us ko na pa sakey the jab dil ka ajeeb hal tha
Ab jo palt ke dekhey, Baat thi kuch mhaal bhi
Meri talab tha aik shaks, wo jo nahin mila to phir
Hath doya se yun gira, bhul giya sawal bhi
Us ke hi bazuyoon mein aur us ko hi sochte rahe
Jism ke khahishoon pe the roh ke aur jal bhi.
Pura dukh aur Aadha Chaand
Hijr ki shab aur Aisa Chaand
Itne ghane Badal k piche
Kitna tanha Hoga chaand
Meri karavat par Jag uthe
Neend ka kitna Kachcha chaand
Sehra sehra Bhatak raha hai
Apne ishq mein Sachcha chaand
Raat k shayad Aik baje hain
Sotaa hoga meraChaand
Justju khoye huon ki Umar bhar karte rahe
Chaand ke hamrah hum har Shab safar karte rahe
Raaston ka ilam tha hum ko na Simton ki khabar
Shahar-e-namalum ki Chaahat magar karte rahe
Hum ne khud se bhi Chupaaya aur sare Shahar se
Tere jaane ki Khabar dar-o-divaar karte rahe
Vo na aayega Hamain maalum tha us Sham bhi
Intezaar us ka magar kuch Sonch kar karte rahe
Aaj aayaa hai hamain bhi un Udanon ka khayal
Jin ko tere zaum mein be-baal-o-par karte rahe
Before joining the civil service she was professor at Karachi University and trinity college USA for nine years. Her first book Kushboo won Adamjee Award. Later she was awarded the pride of performance.
She used the first person feminine pronoun, which is really used in Urdu poetry even by female poets.Her Ghazal followed the classical Urdu ghazal only as far as the form was concerned, but her idiom resonated with that of Ahmad Faraz.
This is a fact that she was all rounder; master at Ghazal, Nazam and Geet. Despite her modern diction, so entrenched was Shakir in Urdu tradition that she paid generous tributes to many classical poets from Amir Khusro to Ghalib.
Perveen Shakir lived their respective as sensitive poets. On 26th December 1994 Perveen Shakir died in car accident in Islamabad. Her death deprived Urdu literature of an outstanding poet who had yet to reach the peak of her creativity.
Poetry by Perveen Shakir
Kuch to hawa bhi sard thi, kuch tha tera Kheyal bhi
Dil ko khushi k sath sath hota raha Malal bhi
Baat wo aadhi raat ki, raat wo poore Chaand ki
Chaand bhi ain cheet ka is per tera Jamal bhi
Sab se nazar bacha k wo mujh ko kuch aise dekhta
Aik dafya to ruk gaii Gardish Mah-o-Sal bhi
Dil to chamak sakey ga kia, phir bhi Tarash ke dekh lein
Shishah gerane shahar ke hath ka yeh Kamal bhi
Us ko na pa sakey the jab dil ka ajeeb hal tha
Ab jo palt ke dekhey, Baat thi kuch mhaal bhi
Meri talab tha aik shaks, wo jo nahin mila to phir
Hath doya se yun gira, bhul giya sawal bhi
Us ke hi bazuyoon mein aur us ko hi sochte rahe
Jism ke khahishoon pe the roh ke aur jal bhi.
Pura dukh aur Aadha Chaand
Hijr ki shab aur Aisa Chaand
Itne ghane Badal k piche
Kitna tanha Hoga chaand
Meri karavat par Jag uthe
Neend ka kitna Kachcha chaand
Sehra sehra Bhatak raha hai
Apne ishq mein Sachcha chaand
Raat k shayad Aik baje hain
Sotaa hoga meraChaand
Justju khoye huon ki Umar bhar karte rahe
Chaand ke hamrah hum har Shab safar karte rahe
Raaston ka ilam tha hum ko na Simton ki khabar
Shahar-e-namalum ki Chaahat magar karte rahe
Hum ne khud se bhi Chupaaya aur sare Shahar se
Tere jaane ki Khabar dar-o-divaar karte rahe
Vo na aayega Hamain maalum tha us Sham bhi
Intezaar us ka magar kuch Sonch kar karte rahe
Aaj aayaa hai hamain bhi un Udanon ka khayal
Jin ko tere zaum mein be-baal-o-par karte rahe
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