Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
Biography of Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi'
Name: Aziz Ahmad
Pen name: ‘Aziz Moradabadi’
Father’s name: Qazi Jamil Ahmad Sahib, (Late)
Date of Birth: 3rd March,1934
Place of Birth: Moradabad (U.P) , India:
Qualification: M. A (English) B.Ed
Profession: Service (Retired Lecturer, M.Q. I. College, Seohara, Bijnor)
Years of Haj Pilgrimage: 1975 and 2000
Name of Spiritual Teacher: (Late) Maulana Asrarul Haq Khan Sahib
Guide of Urdu Poetry: Hazrat Samar Moradabadi
Names of Ancestral famous
1) Hazrat Ali Sikandar (Jigar Moradabadi (Late)
2) Qazi Abdul Gaffar Sahib (Late)
Source of Spiritual gains
Blessings of Mother, Jigar Moradabadi and Spiritual Teacher
Hobbies Essay Writing and Composing Verses
Residence: Mohalla Lala Bagh, near Masjid Amin Sahib, Moradabad.
Current Address: C-21, K.K.Residency, Rabia Manzil Compound, Badarbagh, Civil Lines, Aligarh, U.P.India
Mob. No- +919837817101.
Ph. No- +919259904127
Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi''s Works:
1) Elegy on Jigar Moradabadi,1982
2) Life in Verses,1985
3) Ilahiyat-o-Wahiyat 1995
4) Mirat – e - Jigar 2001
5) Karvan – e – Ghazal,2003
6) Kehkashan – e – Ghazal,2006
7) Bostan – e – Ghazal,2011
Aziz Ahmad 'Aziz Moradabadi' Poems
Elegy On Jigar Moradabadi
ELEGY ON JIGAR MORADABADI INTRODUCTION
To death were sentenced three murderers; The reasons were of different natures. The first man killed his daughter, a whore; Corrupt was she her marriage before.
In A Good Mood
Two lovely pairs, The wayfarers, On a dari, Under a tree,
Knocked And Ran
He, on a road, was standing Ignorant of the road-laws. He was in his tattered clothes; A poor village child he was.
In Praise Of God
You are the God of all beings; You are the Sov’reign of all kings; You said ‘Be’ and grew all beings; You will be the End of all things.
Death eats up our life very fair; The high or low he does not spare. Time and again I warning here, He will catch me; so I feel fear.
Love surpasses all the power; Withers it never with the hour Life is void lacking this power, Like a garden with no flower.
He murmured sometimes, Sometimes kept silent. He said, 'True freedom; ' None knew what he meant.
True love verily is not a child’s play; Many an up and down come in the way. Love is quite untrue, if you think of you, Or if your interests are in your view.
I Went On Pondering
I saw a lady on a road crossing; Her limbs had for long been slowly melting. She was a leper; her sores were leaking; She was though living, death she was seeking.
The Devil's Weeping
The Devil was weeping sitting Like a man by a big building. A saint said to him smilingly, ''Why are you weeping bitterly? ''
A Call For Unity
Neither are we Muslims nor Hindus; We are Flowers of the self-same vase. Success will certainly kiss our shoes; We are working for the self-same cause.
A bus collided one day morn With a truck that did not blow horn. The mishap took a heavy toll Of passengers of the bus whole.
Come In My Dream I Beg No More
Come in my dream, I beg, no more; For your vision makes my heart sore. It reminds me of the days past; I thought then they would ever last.
I sing a song in your honour O Fame!
It may be accepted though it be lame.
Very many are the charms of your name;
The great and small alike want you to tame.
You are in some places well-known as Fame;
While in others, you are nicknamed Defame.
This is only a difference of name,
Howsoever you are the one and the same.