Random

Love Story

Grenadine


Angels falling out of love in due
Some deeds undone some missing clues
Real times and some instances not so true
One and one forming me and you…

In light, in darkness lies the dawn of us
Some great things, some moments treacherous
Pawns standing high while the King’s being crushed
It’s not a game, just a life being frivolous…

Inside and out, but with an order backwards
What we felt, what was done – completely traversed
Our hearts in our eyes, saying words we rehearsed
Time changed us, leaving our story preserved…

View original post

Advertisements
Standard
Poetry, Random

When the silence enfolds me..

20130426-220033.jpg
Out in the ocean, there is an island. Where dreams live. And in those dreams, hundreds of memories, thousands of conversations and millions of thoughts survive. They cherish the moments of happiness and live the eternal life. Life that is far beyond the laws, rules, norms, values and culture. There lives a single race. They speak a common language. The language of love.

There is no racism there. No gender inequality. No religion. No faith. No war. No crime. No time. No space.

When the silence enfolds me, I go there sometimes. To live my dream. To sense the purity within me. But I see there Him only. Him, the One. The eternal. Smiling.

Out in the space, where there is vacuum. Where there is dark matter. That no one can see. But He. The Creator.

When the silence enfolds me, I bow down to Him. And say You’re the greatest. He tells me then, to look within, there you’ll find me.

That island is inside me. I am the ocean.

Standard
Random

Castle of Moments

The last time we spoke, we discussed the moments we lived together in past. Those moments are perhaps the best treasures I have in my life. Every single moment of it.

The moment when I use to make you sit in front of me so I could write poetry on you, on your eternal beauty and lively smile. And the moment when I read it to you. With your eyes down, smiling but attentive. Treasure.

The moment when we walked together. Those long walks. When you hold my hand and told me how safe you felt while I’m around. That moment we both hoped, perhaps, that time should remain still and we could walk all we can. Treasure.

The moment when we travelled together. On those long routes. On those long distances. When we promised we’ll never be apart. Will always be together, till the end. Till the infinite. Treasure.

Countless moments with countless memories paved in them.

Now that you are not with me, those moments are the bricks that have made the castle I live in. And those memories are doors that have kept me locked into that place. The place that is full of treasures.

I am now that Greedy King, who is afraid, if he goes out of that place someone will steal those treasures. Someone will infringe them.

Yes, I will stay there forever. That is our place. Where no one else has right to be. But you and me.

Standard
Poetry

Ranjish Hi Sahi

Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhaany keliye aa,
Aa phir se mujhe chorr ke jaany ke liye aa..

Pehly se maraasim na sahi phir bhi kabhi toh,
Rasm o rah e dunya hi nibhaany keliye aa..

Kis kis ko bataaein ge judaayi ka sabab hum,
Tu mujhse khafaa hy toh zamaany keliye aa..

Kuch toh mere pindaar e mohabbat ka bharam rakh,
Tu bhi toh kabhi mujhko manaany keliye aa..

Ik umr se hoon lazzat e giryaan se bhi mehroom,
Ae raahat e jaan mujhko rulaany keliye aa..

Ab tak dil e khush fehim ko hen tujh se umeeden,
Yeh aakhri shammen bhi bujhaany jeliye aa..

Maana ke mohabbat ka chupaana hy mohabbat,
Chupke se kisi roz jataany keliye aa..

Jaisy tumhen aaty hen na aany ke bahaany,
Aisy hi kisi roz na jaany keliye aa..

Ahmed Faraz

Standard
Random

Be with me..

Image

When the night comes, when the dark, desolated, grieved night comes. Singing ballads of grief when the night comes. You be with me, in my arms. You be with me in my soul.

When the blood of skies drops on me and when it becomes ointment for my wounds. You be with me to till they heal, till this heart in my wounded chest comes alive. You be with me.

When this sadness comes, covering me in its dark cloak. You be with me till it vanishes.

But if you don’t.

That dark, desolated and grieved night will clasp me in its power and enslave my soul. Those wounds will stay unhealed. And this heart will remain waiting, waiting to be alive. Until you come and set me free again. Until the death comes knocking and until my bones turn dust.

Stay close. Stay with me. Until the death. Until the end.

Standard
Poetry

Suna hy log usy aankh bhar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy log usy aankh bhar ke dekhty hen,
so us ke sheher men kuch din thehir ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy din ko usy titliyaan sataati hen,
suna hy raat ko jugnu thehir ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy rabt hy usko kharaab haalon se,
so apny aap ko barbaad kar ke dekhty hen,

Suna hy dard ki gaahak hy chashm e naaz uski,
so hum bhi uski gali se guzar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy usko bhi hy sher o shaairi se shaguf,
so hum bhi mojizy apny hunar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy boly toh baaton se phool jharty hen,
yeh baat hy toh chalo baat kar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy raat usy chaand takta rehta hy,
sitaary baam e falak se utarty hen..

Suna hy us ke badan ki taraash aisi hy,
ke phool apni qabaaein qatar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy hashr hen uski ghazaal si aankhen,
suna hy usko hiran dasht bhar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy uski syaah chashmagi qayamat hy,
so usko surma farosh aah bhar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy usky labon se gulaab jalty hen,
so hum bahaar pe ilzaam dhar ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy aaeena tamsaal hy jabeen uski,
jo sada dil hen usy ban sanwar ke dekhty hen..

Bas ik nigaah men lut’ta hy qaafila dil ka,
so rahravaan e tamanna bhi darr ke dekhty hen..

Suna hy usky shabistaan se muttasil hy behisht,
makeen usdhar ke bhi jalvy idhar ke dekhty hen..

Kisy naseeb ke be-perahan usy dekhy,
kabhi kabhi dar o deewar ghar ke dekhty hen..

Ruky toh gardishen uska tawaaf karti hen,
chaly toh usko zamaany thehir ke dekhty hen..

Kahaniyan hi sahi sab mubaalgy hi sahi,
agar yeh khwaab hy taabeer kar ke dekhty hen..

Ab us ke sheher men thehren ke kooch kar jaayen,
Faraz aao sitaary safar ke dekhty hen..

Ahmed Faraz

Standard
Random

Ragas, ghazals and opera

MADEEHA SYED

Opera

Combining two of the strongest art forms in storytelling, music and theatre, opera belongs to one of the oldest traditions in the performing arts in Europe and today its popularity has spread across the globe permeating cultures it was never originally associated with.

On Sunday evening, Sarah Long Holland, an opera artist from the United States conducted a workshop on opera for Napa students and faculty.

Ms Holland is a member of the New England Foundation for the Arts — an organisation involved in supporting the arts through grants, performing opportunities and various other ventures. The workshop was organised by the US Consulate.

Addressing his students at Napa, Arshad Mahmud said: “Opera is a stronger medium of conveying human emotions and feelings. There is opera being done in China nowadays even though it was never a part of their culture.” He added that students could learn to use the…

View original post 456 more words

Standard