ग़ज़ल हिन्दोस्तान की दीगर ज़बानों में कही जा रही है, लेकिन पंजाबी ग़ज़ल उर्दू ग़ज़ल के क़रीब-तरीन है। ये क़ुरबत इस दर्जा है कि पंजाबी के मुमताज़ शायरों के फ़ेहरिस्त में जो लोग हैं, उन नामों से उर्दू के क़ारी भी ना-शनास नहीं। हबीब जालिब, ज़फ़र इक़बाल, मुनीर नियाज़ी जैसे मोतबर शायर इसकी चंद मिसालें हैं।
Dagh Dehlvi lived a life of pain and pining in love. He left behind a treasure-trove of love poetry but did not experience the blessings of love. His coffer was empty; he only knew of an illusory love and died with a wish for turning that illusion into a reality.
To think of love and life is to think of Ghalib the lover, and Ghalib the beloved. He was not angelic in form and moving, nor a god in his apprehension but he surely was a piece of work, not very noble in reason but infinite in faculty. He was indeed Shakespeare’s ‘quintessence of dust’ who saw his love going to dust with emotional attachment and philosophical detachment.
Gandhi was a Sufi and a Yogi, a liberator and a martyr for whom India was the karma bhoomi.
Zafar Iqbal’s poetry contains an element of protest. Here are some couplets of Zafar Iqbal that will surely awaken your conscience.
Momin lived to love and loved to live but he could not have luck with any of his beloveds.
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