N Noshi Gilani

Noshi Gilani

16 şiir · Bahawalpur, Punjab

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Noshi Gilani (Urdu: نوشی گیلانی ) (born in 1964 in Bahawalpur, Pakistan) is an Urdu poet of international fame and a former academic from the Bahawalpur University, Punjab, Pakistan. She is one of the leading Urdu poets in Pakistan and has successfully published five collections of poetry. In 2008, her poetry was translated into English and her poems were read in the UK, with the Poetry Translation Centre's World Poets' Tour. She hosted a tribute to folk singer Pathanay Khan, sponsored by the Pakistan National Council of the Arts (PNCA). Personal Life Noshi Gilani settled in San Francisco USA in 1995 but after her marriage to Saeed Khan she decided to move to Australia. She married Saeed Khan, an Australian-based Urdu poet on 25 October 2008 and they currectly reside in Sydney Australia. It was reported by her mother Mrs. Sarwar Gilani Sahiba, a professor of Urdu and Persian languages and literature, died in Bahawalpur, Pakistan. Works The candour and frankness of her highly-charged poems is unusual for a woman writing in Urdu and she has gained a committed international audience, performing regularly at large poetry gatherings in Pakistan, Australia, Canada and the US. Unknown outside the Pakistani community, the translations here mark her introduction to an English-speaking audience. She is a member of younger generation of female poets. Her experience of living in US shows a notable impact on her significant number of poems. Living through Diaspora has increased the complexity of her poems and reinforced her sense of female identity and introduced a new revolution against restraint creative writers in Pakistani society.)

Noshi Gilani şiirleri

Arama yardımı

A change of season Exposes something Hidden in her fear: A way across that island…

İngilizce

I have a feeling That wherever I glance There will be disaster…

I say nothing anywhere, I am silent While you, as if my lord, order me silent The story has something to say…

Although my feet are worn to shreds My journey ended nowhere Because I am incapable I have neither a lamp nor the ability…

Now that the breeze has learnt to write She can choose to rewrite autumn as spring To redefine spring as waiting…

I am trapped in a jungle of voices In which I cannot spread my wings Even so, you insist that I take flight You will not set me free…

I once thought it easy To seize fragrance To capture the evenings of monsoon While sitting at home…

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