Has to END.

Every journey, be it turbulent or eventful, has to end someday. -Sr

Bleed your way into history.

You have to bleed once and the historians find ways to script you in their books.
-Sr

Sarhad Paar. . .

Sarhad Paar,
Durr us dais mein,
Rehta hai mera yar,
Iss sarhad paar,
Rehta hai mujhey us ki aamad ka intizar,
...Beit gaen kae saadyaan, kae mahinay hazaar,
Bus abb ata hi hoga mera yar,
Pochunga us se kiun kardi dair,
Yaqeen hain wo bolega,
"Huey dair youn, kar raha tha teray lye banao singhaar."

-Sr 

Aks-e-Rahat

Nights and days befall turn by turn,
But something deep there inside, still burns.
Averting errs, thee walk,
lurching through the footpath of time;
As death awaits to embrace, pity! Thee still had lot to learn.

-Sr

Yaad-E-Bareham

Yad-e-bay reham tu kiun aati hai?
Sard si raatoun me q sataati hai?

Gumraah hun aur gumraah na kar.
Badhaal hun aur badhaal na kar.

-Sr

Loved One

Teri yaadoun ki surkhioun me rehna hai, pasand mujhey..
-Sr

In the year 2005.

In the magnificent gardens,
Under the coral reefs,
My Love is something
That never speaks.

-Sr 

Gulbano ki yaad mein.

Chaltey chaltey beeit gae meri jawani,
Murr k daikha tu zindage k daman se bht durr aa nikla tha mein.

-Sr

Only Problem..

The only problem with people of this world is that they want, want and want more every-time.
-Sr

Clash of Individuals.

(Late) Huntington termed it Clash of Civilizations. I feel it is Clashing of individuals and their desires. Malice, greed, and hatred being its fuel.


-Sr 

Perception on Idealism.

Idealism is wasting of an actual opportunity.
-Sr

Failure is when.

I have failed; when I fail to comprehend.
-Sr

tanhaai aur yeh barish...

Tum hotey tu yeh jahan kuch bhara hota rangoun se. Tum nahi tu kuch bhi nahi baqi meri choti dunya mein.
-Sr

Wait.

WAR can WAIT. I want PEACE!
-Sr

Sochta hai Pakistan!

Har su daikhta hun mein MAUT k angaray,
Har jism hai jalta hua, martay hain roz piyaray,
Kab tak chalay ga unka yeh samaan e sarfaroshi?
Kabtak jalega tanha yeh lakht e jigar mera?

-Sr 

Soul.

Mein us falsfae ka aks hun. Mein woh zameer ki awaaz hun.
Jo paniyooun mein behta hai.Jo tere andar rehta hai.

I am the philosophical outline,I am your inner voice.
That runs through the water,That lives in your veins.

-Sr 

Love

Love is nothing just a mere perception of a naive mind. A feeling based on mutual consent, rituals of promises agreed. The warm affection and devotion of oneself is Love.

To me Yes Love Exists! Within oneself.
Pouring ones soul in to the the Omnipotent soul Almighty. Nothing is greater than His Love.

Quote

Do the Impossible to redefine the definition of possibility.
Sr-

Quote

I was a failure once. Then I tried!!

-Sr

Kal Tera Hai!

Kal uth k daikhna, ujala hoga,
Yeh Kal bhi us din tumhara hoga,
Jago gay usdin tum bhi istaraab,
Jab gareeb ka bol bala hoga.

Tomorrow surely there would be some light,
Tomorrow surely you'll reach your goal,
Stay wary and be at right,
Poor then would be at might.


-Sr 

Will you be able to complete your flight?

Darkness Curses light,
Will you be able to complete your flight?
Mockery Made is Mockery Bait.
Soon you'll be out of sight.


Ujaaalay k baad hai Tareekhi,
Kya tu apni parwaaz mukamal kar paega?
Mazaahiya Mizaaaj se tere hath kuch na aega!
Buhat jald tu younhei chala jaega.

Fault in my submissions.

There is surely a fault in my submissions. Else I know where I am destined to be.
Mere sajdun me kammi hai iztraab warna mein kahan aur woh kahan.

-Sr 

Questions of Faith.

How grueling the journey was.
I still stand at the same place.

No matter what time it was.
I still travel at snails pace.

Faith I question every time.
How difficult would be those inquisitions to face.

-Sr 

I See.

Irony of fate is:

I see the world running after things that they can not take with them.
See the world meliorate with humans which break with them.
I hear the whispers of songs well sung,
but not the supplications that would long, had begun.
God is out of question for them.
As the candle burns from both the ends.

-Sr 

When it rains.

And when it rains;
sobriety gains.
Wish that somebody good wipe these heartbreaking stains and cure all these traumatic pains. .

-Sr 

What I have Learnt.

A time comes when its just too hard for u to realise that you arnt a kid any more. You have to get up evrday single day to give the best of what you have. The challenge is to be better everytime. Each year as it passes by life watches you with disdain. The anguish that surmounts with age takes toll on you. Sometimes you lose. Some time you Win.

You can never be a winner every time, success in itself is relative so is deprivation and failure.

Why?

Why are we lingering to the burning desires Oh Loved one?
Stand tall! Govern your desires through your virtue!

Aahun me hum tum phr q jal rahay hain Saaqi?
Uthoo Kharray hoo..aur javab do Ikhlaaqi.


Sr-

I am the powerful wind of some other kind.

Plangency i bear of the other kind.
Millions of forbearances for me have been opined.
I am thoughtful prudence that bears a gleaming light.
I am the powerful wind of some other kind.

-Sr 

Expressions

Tale of three
who set their ambitions free

to attain some thing high
they all tried

but they fell in the dungeons of hell
falling flatly on their face

Moral they got they would further begot

Think and do what u believe is true
and not pretend to be someone that is not you.

-Sr 

My Love!

"My Love, love me for what I am and NOT for what I HAVE."



Courtesy: Salim Rajabally Rajan

*It makes me wonder.

*It makes me wonder. *It makes me wonder why light in the darkness shimmers bright. What made the skies so high. Why sun gleams and the oceans shine. What causes the breeze to flirt with my eyes. Why the grass is greeener everytime. Why somebodys greatness hurts pride. Why the sorrows and jocund thoughts come side by side. Why the candles melt to illuminate the rooms of iniquity. It makes me wonder why I live every day to die. Why I cry Why die.

-Sr 

Long Road to Destiny

Long road.
I dwell in the seeds, trees in search of hope.
Let my ardor be known.
I am as fruitful as the dirt beneath this sweet earth

-Sr

Life

Life is a game. Half done. Half Yet to Come.

Aafia Oh Aafia (a sisters call)

(a sisters call)

Aafia Oh Aafia.

We won’t be able to forgive ourselves,

For the wounds that were caused to you,

For the annihilation and agony you faced,

And for our stricken strengths, we stand disgraced.

Aafia Oh Aafia.

For some petty coins we sold you off,

Now trying our best to fake things off,

We regret we couldn’t stop your rape,

And for our stricken strengths, we stand disgraced.

Aafia Oh Aafia.

It was never a tradition,

We never sold our daughters or mothers,

I know not what malice we had,

Or the looming greed which made us gape,

For our stricken strengths, we stand disgraced.

A sisters call to prisoner Number 650,

I don’t want you to be in trouble. Any More

There is a purpose for you to still be Alive,

Let my brethren around the world know your case,

And liberate you from this disgrace.

Resilient still Unsung‘d

“I walked through the boulevard of time, back to the sententious days of my life I gradually strolled into my reminiscences. Variegated shirt with maroon pants completed my entity.”

My prestigious school had planned for an excursion to Lahore which they thought was the best way to bid us farewell. The lovely Minaret standing a lofty 203 ft. tall in the Iqbal Park was the last destination of our itinerary to be divulged.

I remember my geography teacher continually roaming around to converge the flock of students gathered around the monument. She yelled at the top of her voice as we gradually assembled together. The reason being that we were so much over whelmed not only by its magnanimous height and gargantuan structure but the fact that the challenges it must have posed not only to its rudimentary architectural designers but also to the labourers who translated such designs, converting and blending beauty coupled with structural stability that could withstand the tests of time.

Educating and refreshing our course books, she refurbished our minds with the memories of the early 1940’s when Our Quaid, Mohammad Ali Jinnahbhai consolidated the persisting Two Nation Theory, which was the brainchild of Late Allama Sir Muhammad Iqbal.

Fate foretold that Allama Iqbal would not live long enough to see the dream he had visualised for the People of his own Pure-land “PAKISTAN”,

But fate decreed that the garland of victory should fall squarely on the shoulders Quaide-e-Azam Mohamed Ali  Jinnah who was destined to be the Saviour of the Muslims who had been maltreated, humiliated, despised, ravished thus disgraced right from the onslaught of invaders till the last remnants of the East India Company despots.

Hence, as the currently articulated old phrase of “IT’S THE WRITING ON THE WALL” became a reality.  Meaning thereby that it was inevitable and high time that “PAKISTAN” had finally been assigned a Saviour by the ALLAH Almighty.

Jinnah, modeled a preamble, which would eventually form a first declared Islamic Republic. He clarified, that Pakistan was not just a name it was an ideology of a land free from vice, malice and discrimination. A land in which rule of law would prevail. He gave the pure people three visionary sharp swords to fight the wicked eventualities which he had foreseen.

The contingency plan that he had designed if people perhaps succumb to destabilizing factors of the Pristine Pure Land he had so visualized.

He gave the infant Nation, the sword of UNITY to fight the DISORDER; he presented a sword of FAITH to prevent any UNCERTAINITY and a third sword of DISCIPLINE among the pure men so that the pure land would not be shattered, into pieces.

Numerous thoughts pounced, rummaging through my mind of what on earth had made this minaret stand tall and high, why did the vagaries of Nature not take its toll and how and why the architectural structure stood bold defying the tests of time. Time a limitation which eventually, effaces even the best of best diminishing it into dust and sand. 

I immediately grasped my emotions , emotions  which deviated in every possible dimension  and reigned in my sentiments trying to avoid letting them go astray, trying to find the root cause why the structure stood so remarkably supreme in spite of the ravages and havocs played by rain, sleet, storm, thunder and lightening.

Then, then suddenly it dawned upon me, my inner self upon reflection revealed to me the secret of defiance of the structure to time.

UNITY: It was the unison of ideas, of the architects who visualized a dream and cohesion of thoughts with which the masons, labourers, painters and the entire paraphernalia of people so associated in its construction who converted the abstract dream into a reality which was able to withstand and defy time. Still it does so.

FAITH: It was the faith, trust and reliance of these masons, labourers, painters and the entire paraphernalia of people so associated in its construction upon the planners allegorically Allama Iqbal and the architects allegorically Quaid-e-Azam, which gave the members of this team the strength to carry on its construction come what may hail sleet or storm.

DISCIPLINE: It was discipline that forged amongst the ranks of all the members of this team despite of the fact that there could have been variation of thoughts, ideas amongst the members of this team but despite of several of thousands of diverging thoughts and ideas they all collectively thought they had to sacrifice their own thoughts and ideas but they gave credence to a thought which was collectively important.

And they succeeded in erecting a concrete paradigm which ultimately projected to our generation and to this world how compound their perceptions were. And this is how this gargantuan and magnificent structure came into being.

These reminiscences were not mere thoughts of futility. IF WE INCORPORATE AND SUBSEQUENTLY IMPLEMENT, THESE THREE MAGIC WORDS INTO OUR DAILY LIFE, WE TOO WOULD ONE DAY DREAM OF ATTAINING THE IMMORTALITY ATTAINED AND ACHIEVED BY THE PLANNERS AND ARCHITECTS OF THIS NATION.

PAKISTAN ZINDABAD!!

-Sr 

Legacy of Nasir Continues.

Ambala, a small city district located on borders of Indian Haryana and Punjab , brought into existence the most prominent, exuberant and a marvellous poetic figure, a celeb that literary world would never forget. Nasir Kazmi a perfectionist of true sort, each of his writings produced epilogues of allegory which made his writings invincible and unassailable.

His poetic life started in 1940s writing romantic poems and sonnets while he looked after his fertile lands in Ambala which he inherited from his ancestors he soon had to migrate to Pakistan after the independence he chose Lahore the heart of Pakistan to compose his ambitious poetries. Ensnared by the thoughtful verses of Mir Taqi Mir he was greatly touched. He started writing ghazals (couplets) under the guidance of Hafeez Hoshyarpuri.

His writings instilled pathos which he had seen at the time of independence, the murders, the lootings and the degradation left an indelible impact on Kazmi's poetry. His artistic ideas were complex yet so easy to grasp. His work beamed about the humane longings and desires and about the love struggling for survival.

Migration though brought glory and he was made the editor of Auraq-i-Nau. Later in 1952 he became the editor-in-chief of Humayun, was associated briefly with Radio Pakistan in Lahore.
A decorous purpose enthused Kazmi to write more and more. He wanted to capture every glory life brought to him, every emotion he gone through, every abstract he had seen, he brought life to his writings which contained gothic emotions, which garlanded his name with immortality.
Apart from the Nazm and Ghazals he was a writing virtuoso. Surr Ki Chaya' is one such work in this book where his proficiency in writing is elaborated. Surr Ki Chaya ' was shaped imperiously and well conceptualized.

Even 35 years after his death his writings persevere the very same charm and they delight. The preserved images have reincarnated the beliefs that Kazmi held onto and continue to amaze its readers

 -Sr