Syed Amanullah Meer Taqi was the only son of a Sufi saint, Meer Muttaqi. When Meer was a little child, his father looking at his face used to say what this fire is which is burning within your heart that is reflecting on your face. Living in an atmosphere of Sufism at a very young age had profound effect on Meer. He did not have much desire for worldly things. This is a philosophy reflected by Meer in most of his works. A lot about Meer�s life has been figured out by his autobiographical writing called Zikr-e-Mir. To know more about Meer, continue to read this insightful biography on him.
Zikr-e-Mir covers a large part of his life, the time from his childhood to his youth in Lucknow. But the historians and anthropologists still have their doubts on it. It is mainly because the autobiographical account is not in a structured chronological order. It also is written in such a fashion that it masks more than it discloses the intimate details of Meer�s life. Meer�s father had a great influence on his personality since the time he was a little boy. His father believed in the goodness of life and highlighted the importance of feelings, emotions, love and compassion in life. His father was a god fearing man and taught him to be considerate and loving. Meer�s long narrative poems��Mu�amlat-e-ishq and Khwab O khyal-e-Mir, are considered to be inspired by his early love affairs with women but it cannot be said for certain whether every little detail in these poems is directly taken from poet�s own life or not.
After his father's death, at the age of 11 years, the people in whose care he had been left abandoned him. Meer left Agra for Delhi in search of livelihood. Samsamudaula gave him a scholarship of one rupee per day, but this did not continue for long because in 1739, Nadir Shah attacked Delhi in which Samsamudaula was killed. Soon Meer was homeless, jobless, and roaming in the streets aimlessly.
Meer belonged to the Mughal Delhi for the most of his life. He used to live in Kuchha Chelan in Old Delhi. He could not stand all the plundering that was going on at the time. He wrote a lot about the sad situation of the Delhi he so loved in some of his poems written around that time. After Nadir Shah's carnage there was no charm left in Delhi for the poets, many of them moved to Lucknow. When he migrated to Lucknow he was much disappointed because he was made to feel out-fashioned by his fellow courtiers at the court of Nawab Asaf-ud-Daulah. He too detested the writing of the new poets by calling their work as only �kissing and cuddling�. With this attitude and under such circumstances, Meer destroyed his relationship with the Nawab and fellow courtiers and ended up lonely. Meer came to Lucknow in 1783; Nawab Asafaddaula fixed him Rs. 200 a month stipend. His early experiences in life and shortness of money though had made a permanent change in his nature and even in the peaceful atmosphere of Lucknow he lived a terrible life. Simple things used to make him upset, many times he walked out of the Nawab's court. In 1810 he died in Lucknow.
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pata-pata buta-buta hal hamara
pata-pata buta-buta hal hamara jane hai
jane na jane gul hi na jane, bag to sara jane hai
lagne na de bas ho to us k gauhar-e-gosh k bale tak
us ko falak chashm-e-mai-o-khor ki titli ka tara jane hai
age us mutaqabbar k ham Khuda Khuda kiya karte hain
kab maujud khuda ko wo magrur khud-ara jane hai
ashiq sa to sada koi aur na hoga duniya main
ji k zian ko ishq main us k apna wara jane hai
charagari bimari-e-dil ki rasm-e-shahar-e-husn nahin
warna dilbar-e-nadan bhi is dard ka chara jane hai
kya hi shikar-farebi par magrur hai wo sayad bacha
tayar urte hawa main sare apni usra jane hai
mehar-o-wafa-o-lutf-o-inayat ek se waqif in main nahin
aur to sab kuch tanz-o-kanaya ramz-o-ishara jane hai
kya kya fitne sar par us k lata hai mashuq apna
jis bedil betab-o-tawan ko ishq ka mara jane hai
ashiq to murda hai hamesha ji uthta hai dekhe use
yar k a jane ko yakayak umr do bara jane hai
rakhnon se diwar-e-chaman k munh ko le hai chipa ya'ani
un surakhon k tuk rahne ko sau ka nazara jane hai
tashna-e-khun hai apna kita 'Mir' bhi nadan talkhikash
damdar ab-e-teg ko us k ab-e-gawara jane hai
Zulmat-e-shab ko sitaaron se sanwaara hum ne..
Meer Taqi Meer
Zulmat-e-shab ko sitaaron se sanwaara hum ne,
Kitni raton ko tujhe uthe ke pukara hum ne,
Jab kabhi hath se umeed ka daaman choota,
Le liya aap ke daaman ka sahara hum ne,
Yoon to dunya bhi mukhaalif hai hamari warna,
Rukh badaltey huye dekha hai tumhara hum ne,
Hum zamaney se bhi takraa gaye teri khaatir,
Jo na karna tha kiya woh bhi ganwaara hum ne,
Ae Taqi, Gham nahin yeh jaan rahe ya na rahe,
Paa liya un nighaaon ka ishaara hum ne..
hastee apnee Hubaab kee see hai
hastee apnee Hubaab kee see hai
ye numa'ish suraab kee see hai
naazukee uss ke lab kee kya kahiye
paNkhaRee ik gulaab kee see hai
baar-baar us ke dar pe jaata hooN
Haalat ab iztiraab kee see hai
maiN jo bola kaha ke ye aawaaz
usee KHaanah-KHaraab kee see hai
Meer" un neem-baaz aaNkhoN meN
saaree mastee sharaab kee see hai
Ulti hogayin sab tadbeeren kuch na davaa ne kaam kiya..
Meer Taqi Meer
Ultii ho gayin sab tadbeeren kuch na davaa ne kaam kiya,
Dekha iss beemari-e-dil ne aakhir kaam tamaam kiya,
Ehed-e-jawani ro ro kaata, peeri main li aankhen muund,
Yaani raat bohat they jaage subh hui araam kiya,
Naahaq hum majbooron pr yeh tohmat hai mukhtaari ki,
Chahte hain so aap karen hain hum ko abass badnaam kiya,
Meer ke deen-o-mazhab ko ab poochte kya ho us ne to,
Qashqaa kheencha dair main betha kab ka tark islam kiya..
Faqiraana aaye sadaa kar chale..
Meer Taqi Meer
Faqiraana aaye sadaa kar chale,
Mian khush raho hum duaa kar chale,
Jo tujh bhi na jeene ko kehte they hum,
So us ehd ko ab wafaa kar chale,
Shifaa apni taqdeer hi mei na thi,
Ke maqduur tak to dawaa kar chale,
Parre aese asbaab paayaan-e-kaar,
Ke na-chaaar yun hi jalaa kar chale,
Woh kya cheez hai aah jiss ke liye,
Har aik cheez se dil uthaa kar chale,
Koii na-umeedana karte nigaah,
So tum hum se muun bhi chupa kar chale,
Bohat aarzuu thi gali ki teri,
So yaan se lahuu mei nahaa kr chale,
Dikhaayi diye yuun ke be-khud kiya,
Hamen aap se bhi judaa kar chale,
Jabeen sajdaa karte hi karti gayi,
Haq-e-bandagi hum adaa kar chale,
Parastish ki yaan tak ke aayi buut tujhe,
Nazar me sabhon ki khudaa kar chale,
Jhadde phuul jis rang gulbun se yuun,
Chaman mei jahaan ke hum aa kar chale,
Na dekha gham-e-dostaan shukr hia,
Hamiin daagh apna dikhaa kar chale,
Gayi umar dar-band-e-fikr-e-ghazal,
So is fun ko aisaa barra kar chale,
Kahen kya jo puuche koii hum se “mir”,
Jahan mei tum aaye they kya kar chale..
ye dhuwan sa......
dekh to dil k jan se uthta hai
ye dhuan sa kahan se uthta hai
gor kis dil-jale ki hai ye falak
shola ik subah yan se uthta hai
khana-e-dil se zinhar na ja
koi aise makan se uthta hai
nala sar khenchata hai jab mera
shor ek asman se uthta hai
larti hai us ki chashm-e-shokh jahan
ek ashob wan se uthta hai
sudh le ghar ki bhi shola-e-awaz
dud kuch ashiyan se uthta hai
baithne kaun de hai phir us ko
jo tere astan se uthta hai
yun uthe ah us gali se ham
jaise koi jahan se uthta hai
ishq ik 'Meer' bhari paththar hai
bojh kab natawan se uthta hai
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