K aifi Azmi wrote his first ghazal at the age of eleven, joined the Communist Party at 19 and turned columnist for Qaumi Jung when he shifted from Azamgarh to Mumbai. On May 10th, 2002 he passed away after a…
Mijwan : Today Kaifi Shahab’s 14th Death Anniversary was celebrated by a huge mass at his home Fateh Manzil, Mijwan. Mr. Shiv Prasad Jaiswal (Chief Guest and Chairman Phoolpur), Jitendra Harimandir Pandey, Principal and staff of Primary School, Junior High School and…
Mijwan has given tribute to Late Kaifi Sahab, a poet par excellence on his 13th death anniversary. Around 150 peoples attended this programme. There were Dr. Abdullah Sahab, Kamred Harmindar Pandey, PR Gautam, Shiv Prasad Ji, Mukesh Singh and the whole program…
कैफ़ी आज़मी…..गुज़रे ज़माने के एक ऐसे शायर….जिनके लिखे फ़िल्मी तरानों की खुशबू आज भी फ़िज़ाओं में महकती है….गुज़रे ज़माने के एक ऐसे शायर….जिनके लिखे फ़िल्मी तरानों की खुशबू आज भी फ़िज़ाओं में महकती है….। नर्म नाजुक लफ़्जों से सजे हिंदी…
Remembering great lyricist Kafi Azmi. I have had the honor to meet him and his Begum Saheba at ours in Karachi two plus decades back when my father held a dinner in their and Ismat Chughtai’s honor… Raju Jamil, Karachi.…
Sayyid Akhtar Hussein Rizvi, known as Kaifi Azmi (January 14, 1919 — May 10, 2002) was an Indian Urdu poet. He was considered to be one the greatest Urdu poets of 20th century. Kaifi Azmi was married to Shaukhat Azmi.…
कैफ़ी आज़मी मेरे समकालीन थे. उसी तरह जैसे उम्र के फ़र्क के बावजूद वह अपने सीनियर शायर जोश मलीहाबादी, रघुपति सहाय फ़िराक़ और जिगर मुरादाबादी के समकालीन थे. वह इन बुज़ुर्गों के ज़माने के नौजवान शायर थे. सन् 35-36 में…
As young people Shaukat and Kaifi fall desperately in love with each other but are soon parted. For Shaukat’s family, a card-holding communist, a poet with no source of income, is hardly the kind of person their daughter should be…
Ali Sardar Jafri being already involved with PWA, introduced Kaifi to Sajjad Zaheer and other stalwarts of PWA and they become de facto official poets of Leftist Movement in India, along with Sahir Ludhiyanvi .
I look out of the window from Abba’s room. The first showers of the monsoon have freshly bathed the trees. The sky is blue, the grass green, the gulmohar resplendent in full bloom. I turn back to look inside the…
