Remembering Faiz Ahmed Faiz
Remembering Faiz Ahmed Faiz by, Dr. Satyapal Anand My personal reminiscences On a one-to-one basis, my personal contact with Faiz has been fewer than a dozen times. All these meetings took place in London during […]
Remembering Faiz Ahmed Faiz by, Dr. Satyapal Anand My personal reminiscences On a one-to-one basis, my personal contact with Faiz has been fewer than a dozen times. All these meetings took place in London during […]
بلبلِ ہند سروجنی نائیڈو از، ڈاکٹر ستیا پال آنند ’’انڈو اینگلین‘‘Indo-Anglian اصطلاح اس ادب کے لیبل کے طور پر جو ہندوستانیوں نے انگریزی زبان میں تخلیق کیا، بہت پرانی نہیں ہے۔ جارج سِمپسنGeorge Simpson نے […]
The woman with shaved head by, Satyapal Anand (یہ نظم پہلے انگریزی میں اسی عنوان سے لکھی گئی اور شاعر کی انگریزی کتاب The Sunset Strands میں شامل ہے۔) وہ بھی چپ رہتی تھی اکثرمیں […]
پیارے ظفر اقبال، نظم کا مصرع غزل ایسا نہیں ہوتا از، ستیہ پال آنند عمر میں ہم سے کچھ چھوٹے، لیکن قد میں “بڑے” شاعر جناب ظفر اقبال نے میری نظموں میں وزن کی اغلاط […]
Maya Angelo : some personal reminiscences by, Satyapal Anand In Southeastern University, Washington D.C., back in 1986, I met a young Afro-Asian teacher who had a not-very-uncommon name, Maya. I told her that Maya was […]
A Desi in a three-piece suit by Dr Satyapal Anand “Desi “(indigenous) – indeed, I am, in all aspects of my being. A strong Punjabi build, fair complexion, keen look, razor-edge temper and sumptuous food […]
Mansoora Ahmed’s poems : a critique Dr Satyapal Anand The article was written back in 1999. A part of it was published in Urdu Alive. Late Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi and Mansoora Ahmed were on a […]
A pleasant recollection on famous poet John Updike by Dr Satyapal Anand 88-89ء کے دوران جب میں واشنگٹن ڈی سی کی ساؤتھ ایسٹرن یونیورسٹی میں پڑھا رہا تھا، امریکہ کے ایک ممتاز شاعر کے حوالے […]
Babar’s Autobiography– وقائع نامہ Reviewing a new translation by Hasan Beg by Dr Satyapal Anand Of a dozen or so books that I bought in Delhi, where I landed on my way back from Turkey, for […]
Midnight 23-24 April 1564 by Dr Satyapal Anand Twirled around the neck of the baby Was the maternal cord As if the new-born had reached the end of his life Even before he was born. […]
حوالہ اور لنک دے کر شائع کیا جا سکتا ہے۔