Poems & Poetry

Ranjha Ranjha Kardi..........

2011-12-11T12:56:00.001+05:00

Stand by my side..

2011-12-10T19:02:00.001+05:00

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Say u love me,
if u really mean it ...

Say u miss me?
if u really feel it ...

Walk into my life,
if u promise 2never walk out ...

Look at me and tel me 'ur the One'
if u dont have any doubt ...

Cherish me forever beloved,
hold me nice and tight ...

Whisper sweet words to me,
sweetheart stay with me all life ...

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Muharram Poem

2011-12-10T18:54:00.001+05:00

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With the dim light of the crescent moon
The New Year unfurls insidiously
Like black clouds of Monsoon
Casting shadows of doom and gloom

Thick shades of black that drape the earth
Writhing and bleeding as the wind brings images -
A Severed arm, a pierced throat, a headless body
O my Abbas! O my Ali Asghar! O my Hussain!
Dripping black blood like black gold
That energizes the rusty dead soul

The black garb of night
Devoid of color and pleasure
Hides the vibrant colors of truth
Pure and untainted
Only to be seen with the spirit of the eye
The spirit of the seeker seeking the truth

Truth in its gleaming armor
Faces the black beast in the Yazids,
The blackened hearts of the Qabils,
The blinding blackness of ignorance

The rare black rose of the desert
Gives up its precious petals to the winds
The fragrance drifting in the valleys and hills of time
The scent of the Tuba Tree
The scent of Yusuf’s shirt
The scent of the poetry of Ali
The heavenly scent of pure divine beings

The banner falls with a loud crash
But the words like seeds scatter far and wide
The black fertile earth
Brings forth a celebrating green of hope
Truth after all can never die

Composed by Raihana Yusufali
(Courtesy : http://www.tebyan.net/index.aspx?pid=82064)
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2011-12-10T18:51:00.000+05:00

2011-06-18T20:39:00.001+05:00

Willow Trees

2011-05-31T20:43:00.001+05:00

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Yesterday there were willow trees on a bank
And a muddy ditch beneath them,
Behind them a grey sheet of cloud
And a shower of fallen blossom at their feet.

But today the sun shines delicately,
The ditch has become a stream
And the stream a mirror of light
Where the curved trunks of the willows
Are clear and dark against the blue and the green and the gold.

What is this new dimension that appears?
With a ditch full of water and a streak of light
The sky that is above is not so far away
As the sky that is below and the clouds upon it,
And the trees that reach up do not raise their arms so far
As they reach down to touch the end of our seeing
Into the Heart of the World.

Sorrowed Soul ~ A true story

2011-05-18T17:30:00.000+05:00

The sun has gone to its abode and darkness has scattered far and wide
Twinkling stars has covered the sky as dress of a new bride

It’s another painful night
Another night of my sorrow and plight

Tears are sprouting from eyes
Making wretchedness and dryness in eyes

I know not what I want
Neither have I wanted heaven nor hell
Aaah, there is no heaven for a sorrowed heart
Heaven is a forsaken place for a sorrowed heart

Oh my Lord, I had wished to seek Thine mercy and blessings
Alas, I am yet able to get neither
Thee put me in love and joy
Thee put me in harmony, tranquility and matched a beloved!
Thee departed the to be parted one…

Oh Lord, what Thee made of an unpurified body and soul
Alas, I am loathed and dreadful and yet wretched soul
Alas, such a soul is preordained to be scorned!
Aah, such a soul is predestined to be left alone!

Oh Lord, all told, Thee mercy pounces even a tiny tear of a nonbeliever turned believer
Oh Lord, a soul is weary; though teary drenched yet still questing Thine benevolence
Oh Lord, a soul is tired; why don’t Thee make a wretched pure!
Oh Lord, a soul is not atheist or nonbeliever…….
Oh Lord, compassionately cease the sorrow and plight….

Paulo Coehlo Saying... Brida....

2011-04-08T20:01:00.001+05:00

You alone exist; I do not, O Beloved! ~ ~ Baba Bhulley Shah

2010-09-26T19:40:00.000+05:00

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You alone exist; I do not, O Beloved!
You alone exist, I do not!
Like the shadow of a house in ruins,
I revolve in my own mind.
If I speak, you speak with me:
If I am silent, you are in my mind.
If I sleep, you sleep with me:
If I walk, you are along my path.
Oh Bulleh, the spouse has come to my house:
My life is a sacrifice unto Him.
You alone exist; I do not, O Beloved!
- - -
Baba Bhullay Shah

Repeating the name of Beloved ~ ~ Bhulay Shah

2010-09-26T19:35:00.002+05:00

- - -
Repeating the name of the Beloved
I have become the Beloved myself.
Whom shall I call the Beloved now?
- - -
Bhullay Shah

Moons & Junes & Ferris Wheels...

2010-09-26T18:05:00.001+05:00

Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
The dizzy dancing way that you feel
As every fairy tale comes real
I've looked at love that way

But now it's just another show
And you leave 'em laughing when you go
And if you care, don't let them know
Don't give yourself away

I've looked at love from both sides now
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions I recall
I really don't know love at all...

Poem by Parvin Shakir

2010-09-23T23:25:00.001+05:00

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (sonnet) ~ ~ William Shakespeare

2010-09-23T23:17:00.002+05:00

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.

And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
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William Shakespeare

Khushbuu hai vo to chhuu ke badan ko guzar na jaaye ~ Parvin Shakir

2010-09-23T23:15:00.002+05:00

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Khushbuu hai vo to chhuu ke badan ko guzar na jaaye
jab tak mere wajuud ke andar utar na jaaye

Khud phuul ne bhii honth kiye apane niim-vaa
chorii tamaam rang kii titalii ke sar na jaaye

is Khauf se vo saath nibhaane ke haq mein hai
khokar mujhe ye ladakii kahiin dukh se mar na jaaye

palkon ko us kii apane dupatte se ponch duun
kal ke safar mein aaj kii gard-e-safar na jaaye

main kis ke haath bhejuun use aaj kii duaa
qaasid havaa sitaaraa koii us ke ghar na jaaye
- - -
Parvin Shakir (Roman Urdu)

Still I Rise ~~ Maya Angelou

2010-09-23T23:12:00.001+05:00

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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

- - - Maya Angelou

O breeze! turn towards Medina ~ ~ Hazrat Nizamuddin Auliya

2010-07-30T20:06:00.002+05:00

O breeze! turn towards Medina (and) from this well-wisher recite the Salaam.

Turn round the king of the prophets (and) with the utmost humility recite the Salaam.

Sometimes pass the gate of mercy (and) with the gate of Gabriel rule the forehead.

Salaam to the prophet of God (and) sometimes recite Salaam at the gate of peace.

Put with all respect the head of faith on the dust there.

Be one with the sweet melody of David and be acquainted with the cry of anguish.

In the assembly of the prophets recite verses from the humble being 'Nizam'.

Hazrat Nizamuddin Aulia r.a.

Alone.....

2010-06-14T09:53:00.000+05:00

Yesterday has gone with the wind
Today is kissing my mortal eyes
Tomorrow is knocking at my door
Day after tomorrow may be I would be no more...

I was alone before
I am alone today
And i would be alone thereafter
Pepole come and go meet and greet
Weep and Smile, Speak and Listen

Than leave with a fake smile And disappear in the mist of unreliable time
What remains in the end is nothing
But

Me for Me....
and Me

(courtesy Muhammad Ali Awan : cssforum.com.pk)
Alone.

You are never alone... !

2010-05-10T19:58:00.001+05:00

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You're never alone, I'm always near,
When your troubled, down or blue.
All you have to do is call me,
I'm always here for you.

It doesn't matter where I'm at,
It doesn't matter when.
When you need someone to talk to,
I'm here to be your friend.

If you need someone to hold your hand,
or a hug to say I care.
If you need a shoulder to cry on,
for you I will be there.

So never think you are a burden,
when the weight gets to be to much.
You might find if look hard enough,
a good friend could be the right touch.

You're never alone, I'm always here,
through the good times and the bad.
I'm always here to be your friend,
I don't like to see you sad.

Sculpting Lips of Desire ~ ~ Almas Ruby

2010-04-26T14:29:00.000+05:00

Came the specious touch of wind
to my wounded heart
unleashed every deep scar of love
proffered I my heart to the treacherous whispers
those whispers of dawn in oblivion

came the disloyal smile of thoughts
to my heart suffering lacerations
uncovered every desire untouched
slithered I the bleeding heart of mine
to the craves of fulfillment

came the unfaithful feel of touch
to my soul bleeding
unveiled every passion in veil
tendered I the incomplete being of mine
to the whim of that sin of dawn

came the fickle illusion of affect
to my body shivering with fear
sculpting it with the lips of desires
desires so fiery
offered I the cadaver for completion

Ahh this love so pure
could not procure the favors of destiny
the wind shouted out for being capricious
the smile cried over being protean
the feel yelled out for being chameleonic
the illusion cried out for being false

Ahh this love
bitten once again
that shattering moment at dawn
I am left with the remains and ruins
of how
the wind acquitted of the perjury
the smile absolved of the deception
the feel vindicated so easily
the illusion exculpated so sinfully

seen had I the youth in your grizzled desires
all was a dream so beautiful but untrue
the wind was an itinerant
the smile was a fugitive
the feel was a sundowner
the illusion was a nomad

my heart bleeding
the rains bringing flames with them
the ethereal moon bringing fire with it
nothing works
all alone in the darkness of night
all alone in the pains of love
all alone among the coup de grace

the Misericord of Love on my being once again
all alone with my pains
all alone with nocturnal pains

by ALMAAS RUBY

Thunders and Candle Light - ~ Almas Ruby

2010-04-26T14:28:00.000+05:00

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tonight when thunders embraced
the cruel darkest skies

like the tryst in the arms of love
as the lovers under an old willow

the flash of lightning in the sky black
as the wave of passion running
through the body of belief

the dusky red tinge of candle light
in dark room decked with memories

the flicker of candle light
as the glimmer of confession in your eyes

the tryst giving rains of sensation
the desiccated quenched
the candle dying of
falling into step with
the time so lethal
an impression on the sand of loneliness

BY ALMAAS RUBY

Life's Scars ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

2010-04-22T08:32:00.001+05:00

They say the world is round, and yet
I often think it square,
So many little hurts we get
From corners here and there.
But one great truth in life I've found,
While journeying to the West-
The only folks who really wound
Are those we love the best.

The man you thoroughly despise
Can rouse your wrath, 'tis true;
Annoyance in your heart will rise
At things mere strangers do;
But those are only passing ills;
This rule all lives will prove;
The rankling wound which aches and thrills
Is dealt by hands we love.

The choicest garb, the sweetest grace,
Are oft to strangers shown;
The careless mien, the frowning face,
Are given to our own.
We flatter those we scarcely know,
We please the fleeting guest,
And deal full many a thoughtless blow
To those who love us best.

Love does not grow on every tree,
Nor true hearts yearly bloom.
Alas for those who only see
This cut across a tomb!
But, soon or late, the fact grows plain
To all through sorrow's test:
The only folks who give us pain
Are those we love the best.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

When I Die ~ Rumi

2010-04-10T08:41:00.001+05:00

"When I die
when my coffinis being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world.
don't shed any tears
don't lament or feel sorry
i'm not falling in to a monster's abyss

when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
i'm not leaving
i'm arriving at eternal love

when you leave me in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is only a curtain
for the paradise behind you'll only see me
descending into a grave now watch me rise

how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down
it looks like the end
it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn

when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed
have you ever seen a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human
have you ever seen a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty
why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well
when for the last time
you close your mouth
your words and soul will belong to the world of
no place no time~

RUMI, ghazal number 911.translated May 18, 1992, by Nader Khalili."

Beautiful poem...

2010-04-07T14:43:00.001+05:00

Ghazal - Chiragh Hassan Hasrat

2010-03-14T19:53:00.000+05:00

Alif Allah - Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Bahu

2010-03-12T11:46:00.001+05:00

Garden of Love - William Blake

2010-03-09T15:49:00.001+05:00

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I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A Chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,
And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore;

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And Priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briers my joys and desires.

William Blake...

Inspiration...

2010-03-09T15:39:00.000+05:00

Love's Secret ~ William Blake

2010-03-09T15:13:00.002+05:00

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Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Silently, invisibly.

I told my love, I told my love,
I told her all my heart,
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!

Soon after she was gone from me,
A traveller came by,
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.

William Blake

Snowy Night ~ ~Mary Oliver

2010-03-03T14:59:00.002+05:00

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Last night, an owl
in the blue dark
tossed
an indeterminate number
of carefully shaped sounds into
the world, in which,
a quarter of a mile away, I happened
to be standing.
I couldn’t tell
which one it was –
the barred or the great-horned
ship of the air –
it was that distant. But, anyway,
aren’t there moments
that are better than knowing something,
and sweeter? Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness. I suppose
if this were someone else’s story
they would have insisted on knowing
whatever is knowable – would have hurried
over the fields
to name it – the owl, I mean.
But it’s mine, this poem of the night,
and I just stood there, listening and holding out
my hands to the soft glitter
falling through the air. I love this world,
but not for its answers.
And I wish good luck to the owl,
whatever its name –
and I wish great welcome to the snow,
whatever its severe and comfortless
and beautiful meaning.

Mary Oliver

Eid Milad un Nabi

2010-02-26T21:32:00.001+05:00

On Pain ~ ~ Khalil Gibran ...

2010-02-25T16:57:00.000+05:00

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Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears.

Khalil Gibran

Naat - Ahmed Nadeem Qasmi

2010-02-25T16:54:00.000+05:00

Mohabbat Aisa Darya Hy - Amjad Islam Amjad

2010-02-24T21:05:00.000+05:00

Ghazal - Saahil

2010-02-21T19:28:00.000+05:00

Ghazal ~ Amjad Islam Amjad

2010-02-21T19:19:00.001+05:00

A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe

2010-02-20T22:40:00.000+05:00

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe

Night is passing by slowly !

2010-02-19T09:10:00.001+05:00

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Night is passing by slowly
Tears are flowing by slowly
Flowing through the eye lashes, and
traversing the cheeks

Heart is pinching,
Mind is bursting, and
eyes are blinking and sticking

Desert is everywhere but water is with you
Scrotching sun is shining atop but shelter is with you
Torrential rainfall is pouring, and
umbrella is with you

Oh my Lord, is my beloved is love or culmination of love!
My each fiber of body is in pain of tiredness, and
longing of my beloved

My Lord I beseech Thee mercy and Thee help always
I beg Thee honour to bless us always with Thee kindness, and
utmost mercy from the fire of world, journey after departing the world and of course from the hell

My Lord I am tired of living in the state of bewilderness
I beg Thee honour to bless us always with Thee kindness, and
utmost mercy at each second, at any stage..............

T.S.A.

She Walks in Beauty Like the Night ~ ~ Lord Byron

2010-02-17T17:05:00.001+05:00

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meets in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,—
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.

Lord Byron

A Red, Red Rose ~ ~ Robert Burns

2010-02-17T16:47:00.004+05:00

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O my Love is like a red, red rose
That 's newly sprung in June:
O my Luve 's like the melodie
That's sweetly play'd in tune!

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I:
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will luve thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

Robert Burns

Wo Be-hajaab wo jo kal pi k shraab aya - Bahadur Shah Zafar

2010-02-17T16:45:00.001+05:00

There is another sky ~ ~ Emily Dickinson

2010-02-06T19:08:00.001+05:00

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There is another sky,

Ever serene and fair,

And there is another sunshine,

Though it be darkness there;

Never mind faded forests, Austin,

Never mind silent fields -

Here is a little forest,

Whose leaf is ever green;

Here is a brighter garden,

Where not a frost has been;

In its unfading flowers

I hear the bright bee hum:

Prithee, my brother,

Into my garden come!

Emily Dickinson

TO THE FAIR CLARINDA, WHO MADE LOVE TO ME, IMAGINED MORE THAN WOMAN ~ ~ Aphra Behn

2010-02-06T18:45:00.001+05:00

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Fair lovely maid, or if that title be
Too weak, too feminine for nobler thee,
Permit a name that more approaches truth,
And let me call thee, lovely charming youth.
This last will justify my soft complaint,
While that may serve to lessen my constraint;
And without blushes I the youth pursue,
When so much beauteous woman is in view.
Against thy charms we struggle but in vain
With thy deluding form thou giv'st us pain,
While the bright nymph betrays us to the swain.
In pity to our sex sure thou wert sent,
That we might love, and yet be innocent:
For sure no crime with thee we can commit;
Or if we should -- thy form excuses it.
For who, that gathers fairest flowers believes
A snake lies hid beneath the fragrant leaves.

Thou beauteous wonder of a different kind,
Soft Cloris with the dear Alexis joined;
When e'er the manly part of thee, would plead
Thou tempts us with the image of the maid,
While we the noblest passions do extend
The love to Hermes, Aphrodite the friend.

Aphra Behn

This Is Just To Say - ~ Carlos Williams

2010-02-06T18:34:00.002+05:00

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I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold....

William Carlos Williams

Tum sy Mairi Baat hoe thi... .. Wasi Shah

2010-02-02T09:34:00.001+05:00

Chand Raat - - Wasi Shah

2010-02-02T09:12:00.000+05:00

Love Arm'd- Aphra Behn

2010-01-31T19:45:00.006+05:00

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Love in Fantastique Triumph sat,

Whilst bleeding Hearts around him flow'd,

For whom Fresh pains he did create,

And strange Tryanic power he show'd;

From thy Bright Eyes he took his fire,

Which round about, in sport he hurl'd;

But 'twas from mine he took desire,

Enough to undo the Amorous World.

From me he took his sighs and tears,

From thee his Pride and Crueltie;

From me his Languishments and Feares,

And every Killing Dart from thee;

Thus thou and I, the God have arm'd,

And sett him up a Deity;

But my poor Heart alone is harm'd,

Whilst thine the Victor is, and free.

Aphra Behn

Our Lady of the snows... Rudyard Kipling.

2010-01-16T19:36:00.003+05:00

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A NATION spoke to a Nation,
A Queen sent word to a Throne:
“Daughter am I in my mother’s house,
But mistress in my own.
The gates are mine to open,
As the gates are mine to close,
And I set my house in order,”
Said our Lady of the Snows.

“Neither with laughter nor weeping,
Fear or the child’s amaze—
Soberly under the White Man’s law
My white men go their ways.
Not for the Gentiles’ clamour—
Insult or threat of blows—
Bow we the knee to Baal,”
Said our Lady of the Snows.

“My speech is clean and single,
I talk of common things—
Words of the wharf and the market-place
And the ware the merchant brings:
Favour to those I favour,
But a stumbling-block to my foes.
Many there be that hate us,”
Said our Lady of the Snows.

“I called my chiefs to council
In the din of a troubled year;
For the sake of a sign ye would not see,
And a word ye would not hear.
This is our message and answer;
This is the path we chose:
For we be also a people,”
Said our Lady of the Snows.

“Carry the word to my sisters—
To the Queens of the East and the South.
I have proven faith in the Heritage
By more than the word of the mouth.
They that are wise may follow
Ere the world’s war-trumpet blows,
But I—I am first in the battle,”
Said our Lady of the Snows.

A Nation spoke to a Nation
A Throne sent word to a Throne:
“Daughter am I in my mother’s house
But mistress in my own.
The gates are mine to open,
As the gates are mine to close,
And I abide by my Mother’s House,”
Said our Lady of the Snows.

Rudyard Kipling...
(Canadian Preferential Tariff, 1897)

It was never in my fate to meet my beloved.- Ghalib

2010-01-11T18:40:00.002+05:00

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It was never in my fate to meet my beloved.
Even if more years of life was to me allocated,
I would have been still awaiting the prize cherished.

If you think that I had been living on your promise, it is a lie.
For, if I had faith in you, would not of joy I would die.

Woe betide, my friendship,
that the friends give pious advice and sermons they deliver.

I need someone on whose shoulders could I weep,
who could allay my grief and my fears.

Whom should I tell that the night of sorrow is full of pangs.
I would not have resented the death, if it comes only once.

Disgraced, as I was after my death,
why didn't I drown in a river or sea.

Neither, there would have been a funeral,
nor tomb erected for me.

The marvels of ethical problems and your statements full of meanings.
I would have counted you, "Ghalib" amongst dearest friends of God;
if only, you had not been a lover of drinks.

[ original - - - Yeh na thee hamari qismat..

Yeh na thee hamari qismat keh wisaal-e-yaar hota
Agar aur jeete rahtay yehi intezaar hota
Tere waade par jiyee ham to yeh jaan jhoot jana

Keh khushi se mar na jaate agar intezaar hota
Yeh kahaan ki dosti hai bane hain dost naaseh

Koi chaarasaaz hota koi ghamghuzar hota
Kahoon kis se main keh kya hai shab-e-gham buri balaa hai

Mujhe kya bura tha marana agar aikbaar hota
Huay mar keh ham jo ruswa huay kyun ka gharq-e-dariya
Na kabhi janaza uthata na kahin mazaar hota

Yeh masaael-e-tasavvuf yeh tera bayan ghalib
Tujhe ham wali samajhate Joh na badaakhwar hota. ]

Mirza Ghalib...

We all are Dr Faustus - Parvin Shakir

2010-01-06T16:37:00.004+05:00

His left hand, in heat of noonday ~ Ann Grifiths

2009-12-21T19:00:00.001+05:00

- - - - -

His left hand, in heat of noonday,

Lovingly my head upholds,

And his right hand, filled with blessings,

Tenderly my soul enfolds,

I adjure you, nature's darlings,

Beautiful in field and grove,

Stir not up, till he be willing,

Him who is my glorious Love.

Ann Griffiths

No coward soul is mine ~ ~ Emily Bronte

2009-12-15T19:47:00.003+05:00

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No coward soul is mine,

No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:

I see Heaven's glories shine,

And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

O God within my breast,

Almighty, ever-present Deity!

Life -- that in me has rest,

As I -- undying Life -- have power in Thee!

Vain are the thousand creeds

That move men's hearts: unutterably vain;

Worthless as withered weeds,

Or idlest froth amid the boundless main,

To waken doubt in one

Holding so fast by Thine infinity;

So surely anchored on

The steadfast rock of immortality.

With wide-embracing love

Thy spirit animates eternal years,

Pervades and broods above,

Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates, and rears.

Though earth and man were gone,

And suns and universes ceased to be,

And Thou were left alone,

Every existence would exist in Thee.

There is not room for Death,

Nor atom that his might could render void:

Thou -- thou art Being and Breath,

And what thou art may never be destroyed.

[Emily Bronte]

Eternity ~ ~ William Blake

2009-12-15T19:28:00.001+05:00

- - - - -
He who binds himself a joy,
Does the winged life destroy.

But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.

[William Blake ]

That Beautiful Sin - Almasy Ruby

2009-12-13T18:43:00.005+05:00

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That beautiful sin

That drenched night,

Violent breeze rushing through the silence of sin,

Like the craves of your soul incomplete,

That night so rainy,

Like the showers of your passion,

That night so dark alike Zirconium Black,

Like the snake so black and lurking Like the depth of your sin,

Those tall trees waving through the skies,

Like your emotions to the love so pure,

The leaves sopping wet,

Like you dripped in sweat of completion!

That night,

Embellished by the dripping drops of rain,

Like the dripping diamonds of your love on the Fair’s neck,

You creeping in the night so sinful,

With my anklet stolen when you prowled,

Bedraggled are my feet bare,

Looking for my anklet so teasing,

My hair dripping down my back..!

Caught I your eyes so timorous yet sinful,

Feigning you are know I,

Your eyes set into the beauties so sinful..

Look at me not Oh you,

Look at me not Oh you...

Turned you to the deadened stone,

By the night so wet and sinful,

By the love so sinful,

By the sin so beautiful..... !

by Almaas Ruby

Baat Tu Sach Hy -- Parvin Shakir..

2009-12-10T19:21:00.000+05:00

Dream Hovering in Open Eyes (Khuli Aankh mein Sapna jhaankta hy) Parvin Shakir

2009-12-05T00:14:00.002+05:00

Dream is hovering in open eyes,
Whether he is sleeping or sligthly awakening ?

In drenched forests of your likings,
My body dances like a peakfowl.

How can he not get my feelings?
Because he is aware of my all gesturings.

I am in his reaches but
He asks me with my wishes

My heart is alway in his thinkings but
It disarrays my thinkings
Saying
Must walk away from road
Because way to my home is dusty.....

Parvin Shakir...

A Poem For my Son (Apnay betay kay liye ek nazm) - Parvin Shakir

2009-12-05T00:03:00.002+05:00

- - -

World expected love from me,

In a way if I had to pay its debt!

Coins of my truthfulness

Were trampled in a manner

That if I had not held myself together!

We would have remained shelterless and

devoid of social clothings

I have lived in my house

And paid jiziya all my life

This poem was written by Parvin Shakir for her son Murad

(Translation by Raza Rumi)

Poem on Rain - Parveen Shakir

2009-12-04T23:53:00.003+05:00

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Paeron ki mehndi mein ny
Kis mushkil say chharaie thi
aur phir bairu khushboo ki
kaisi kaisi binti ki thi
pyari dheeray bol
bhara ghar jag uthay ga
laekin jub us ky aanay ki ghari hoi
subah sy aisi jhari lagi
umer mein pehli barb
arish achhi nahi lagi!

English Translation:

The henna on my feet
I scrubbed it with so difficuilty
And to insolent fragrance
Intensely I had begged
Dear speak lowly
Lest the full house might wake up
But when the time of his arrival came
Since morning the rain set in so fast
First time in my life
Rain did not amuse me!

Parvin Shakir..

WHERE AM I? - Parveen Shakir

2009-12-04T23:45:00.002+05:00

- - - -
Where am I in your life?
In the morning breeze or the evening star,
hesitant drizzle or sharp rain,
silver moonlight or hot noon,
deep thoughts or casual tunes?

Where am I in your life?
Down from work,
a weekend’s interval on a beach,
or an unintended silken release
between your fingers from serial smoke?
Or a readily replenished,
freshened moment without wine,
or a moment’s leave, anonymous,
between the breaking of one dream of love and another’s beginning?

Where am I in your life?

- English Translation of one Poem of Parvin Shakir from her famous book Inkar (Refusal) -English translation by Alamgir Hashmi

mujh se pehli si mohabbat meray mehbub na maang - Faiz Ahmed Faiz (English Translation)

2009-11-22T08:15:00.006+05:00

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Don't ask me for the love I once gave you, my love

mein ne samjha tha kay tu hai to darakhshaan hai hayaat
tera gham hai to gham-e-dahar ka jhagdra kya hai
teri surat se hai aalam mein bahaaron ko sabaat
teri aankhon ke sivaa duniya mein rakkha kya hai

I had thought if I had you, life would shine eternally on me
If I had your sorrows, those of the universe would mean nothing
Your face would bring permanence to every spring
What is there but your eyes to see in the world anyway

tu jo mil jaaye to taqdir niguun ho jaaye
If I found you, my fate would bow down to me

yun na tha mein ne faqat chahaa tha yun ho jaaye
aur bhii dukh hain zamaane mein mohabbat ke sivaa
aahaten aur bhi vasl ki raahat ke sivaa

anaginat sadiyon ki taarik bahimanaa talism

resham-o-atalas-o-kamkhvaab mein bunavaaye huye

jaa-ba-jaa bikate huye kuuchaa-o-baazaar mein jism

khaak mein lithade huye khuun mein nahalaaye huye

This was not how it was, it was merely how I wished it to be

There are other heartaches in the world than those of lover

There is happiness other than the joy of union

The dreadful magic of uncountable dark years

Woven in silk, satin and brocade

In every corner are bodies sold in the market

Covered in dust, bathed in blood

jism nikale huye amaraaz ke tannuuron se

piip bahatii hu_ii galate huye naasuuron se

laut jaati hai udhar ko bhi nazar kyaa kije

ab bhi dilkash hai tera husn magar kya kije

aur bhii dukh hain zamaane mein mohabbat ke sivaa

raahaten aur bhi vasl ki raahat ke sivaa

Bodies retrieved from the cauldrons of disease

Discharge flowing from their rotten ulcers

Still returns my gaze in that direction, what can be done

Even now your beauty is tantalizing, but what can be done
There are other heartaches in the world than those of love

There is happiness other than the joy of union

mujh se pehli si mohabbat meray mehbub na maang

Don't ask me for the love I once gave you, my love...

~~ Faiz Ahmed Faiz....

Your Attitude ~~ Parvin Shakir

2009-11-22T08:04:00.002+05:00

- - - - - -
Your attitude toward me
has been like
a seasoned diplomat’s toward a young journalist
—every statement heedful of its implications
and possible repercussions,
every word carefully weighed
(the issue lost in the quagmire of quotations).
Nothing that he says should turn out to be
an arrow recoiling on himself
(which he may have to repent).

-- - - English Translation of a Poem of Parveen Shakir

Aaj Yoon Mausam ny Di Jashne Muhabbat Ki Khabbar - Wasi Shah

2009-11-20T18:00:00.001+05:00

If he be scent ~ Parvin Shakir

2009-11-03T19:07:00.004+05:00

- - - - - -

If he be scent,
let him not touch me,

and pass,

until he be part of my existence.

The flower half-opened its lips,

[So] all stealth of colour may not be

blamed upon the butterfly.

He favours faithfulness out of fear,

That,

losing me,

this girl shall die

of pain.

I shall cleanse his lashes with my shawl

[So] the dust of this day's journey,

may not enter tomorrow's!

Through whom shall I send him today's prayer?

Ambassador, air, star -

None visits his abode!

Parveen Shakir

[This is english translation of Parvin Shakir's poem: Khushbu hai vo to]

Here sleeps the girl - Parvin Shakir

2009-11-03T18:46:00.003+05:00

- - - - -
Here sleeps the girl
Whose eyes bought dreams from sleep,
And then the night of rendezvous
She spent with her loneliness.

It was a strange waiting!
Pawning the whole city
To the shylock of fate
Just for the convenience
Of on half-lit casement!

But when the star,
On whose strength
The moon had been challenged,
Was about to appear on her forehead,
Aurora was already up
Tolling the kneil of tryst!

Parveen Shakir

What avails love when life is so ephemeral? - Allama Iqbal

2009-10-30T16:41:00.003+06:00

- - - - - - -

What avails love when life is so ephemeral?

What avaiIs a mortal’s love for the immortal?

Love that is snuffed out by death’s passing blast;

Love without the pain, the passion that consumes?

A flickering spark I am, aglow for a fleeting glance;

Flow vain for a flickering spark to chase an eternal flame!

Grant me the bliss of eternal life, O Lord;

And mine will be the ecstasy of eternal love.

Give me the pleasure of an everlasting pain;

An agony that lacerates my soul for ever.

Allama Iqbal

O withered Rose ~ ~ Allama Iqbal

2009-10-25T09:43:00.000+06:00

- - - -
O withered rose! How can I still call you a rose?
How can I call you the longing of nightingale's heart?

Once the zephyr's movement was your rocking cradle
In the garden's expanse joyous rose was your name

The morning breeze acknowledged your benevolence
The garden was like perfumer's tray by your presence

My weeping eye sheds dew on you
My desolate heart is concealed in your sorrow

You are a tiny picture of my destruction
You are the interpretation of my life's dream

Like a flute1 to my reed-brake I narrate my story
Listen O rose! I complain about separations!

English Translation of Poem of Allama Iqbal in Bange Dara

A Poem on Rain - Parveen Shakir

2009-10-20T11:18:00.005+06:00

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Barish mein kia tanha beegna ae larki,

usay bulla jis ki chahat mein,
taira tann mann bheega hy ,
pyar ki baarish sy barh kar kia baarish ho gi ,
aur jab is baarish ky baad ,
hijr ki pehli dhoop khilay gi,
tujh per ran ky ism khulaen gy....

English Translation:

Why to soak alone in the rain, O Girl!

Beckon him in whose love

Your mind and body are drenched

There is no rain more than the rain of lvoe

And when after this rain

The first sunshine of separation w0uld glow

The mysteries of hues would you know...

I knew God well when love flashed before me... Sultan Bahu

2009-10-15T22:30:00.002+06:00

- - - - - -

I knew God well when love flashed before me.
It gives me strength by night and day, and shows what lies ahead.
In me are flames, in me is fuel, in me is smoke.
I only found my Beloved, Bahu, when love made me aware.

Sultan Bahu

Meeting my beloved..........

2009-10-11T20:51:00.003+06:00

My eyes are joyous to see my beloved,

My ears are happy to listening your melodious voice,

My nose is smooth by inhaling fragrance in air around you,

My mind is sweet with peace and harmony,

My feet are dancing at the tune of your gait.

Oh my beloved I am in ecstasy from head to toe

Its only after meeting you....................

So come very often to see me,

Lest my soul not part my body, longing to see you...

Gulabi Phool (Pink Flowers) - Parvin Shakir

2009-10-08T12:48:00.004+06:00

English Translation:

Pink Flowers....

In the season of our meeting

I felt pink flowers

blooming in my heart

the wounds of my heart

though healed long ago

the buds are blooming now

you are caring for me again

how long could the

pillars hold the house

shaken in its foundations

the old strangeness had

prevailed as if we

would never meet again

my boy still wanted you though

my feet were covered with bruises.....

Parvin Shakir

She means so much to me....

2009-09-30T12:43:00.005+06:00

- - - - - - -

Hard as Stone

with hidden fears
she loves in silence

no one hears

Eyes of ice

never to melt

locked feelings

never felt

Spirit of steel

never broken

frozen emotions

left unspoken

Heart of gold

sweet as can be

beautiful soul

she means so much to me.....

- - - - - - - -

Bulleha least I know who am I ?

2009-09-29T11:01:00.004+06:00

Bulleha least I know who am I ?

Neither am I a believer in mosque

Neither have I trodden the infidel's path

Neither am I pious in sinful

Nor I Mosses in Pharaohs

Bulleha least I know who am I?

Nothing I have to do with piety or putresence

Nor am I in pleasure or grief

Neither am I of water nor of earth

Neither am I of fire nor of air

Bulleha least I know who am I?

Neither I found the secret of religion

Nor was I born of Adam or Eve

Neither am I of those who squat

Nor I have to do with dwelling

Bulleha least I know who am I?

From the beginning to the end

I know nothing but me

Nobody else I recognize and found

Nobody else more sage than thee

Bulleha who Spouse is around

Bulleha least I know who am I.

Eid Mubarak..............

2009-09-19T11:38:00.000+06:00

EID UL FITR

2009-09-18T11:08:00.002+06:00

Now that we fasted and did extra good deeds,
We celebrate Eid-ul-Fitr,
one of the two Eids!

Allah prescribed two Eids and forbid all other festivals,
He told us to worship Him and try to get the medals!

Ramadan is a special training for a Muslim,
Practice Islam even when its light appears to be dim.

Continue doing good deeds,
just as in RamadanAnd give Sadaqa-e-Fitr,
for every child, woman and man

We go to the Eid-gah and say the Takbir,
On Eid day, our best clothes we do wear!

We listen to the Eid khutbah,
And don’t leave until we pray the Eid salah!

We go to the Eid prayer in any type of weather,
And give presents to each other!

We say Eid Mubarak,
And wish each other good luck!

We celebrate festival of Eid
By thanking Allah for granting us our needs!

[By Obaid Ahmed, 8 years boy ]

It was the night of Lailatul-Qadr

2009-09-16T12:23:00.002+06:00

'Twas the night of Lailatul-Qadr
And all through the frat
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a rat.

The guys were all sleeping
All snug on the floor,
Till one of them woke
From a loud raucous snore.

It came from outside,
Not a snore but a clatter,
So Bilal rushed to the window
To see what was the matter.

The thought of a burglar
Was his reason to hurry,
But Alhamdoolilah,
'it was old Ramadan Ali!

His charm and charisma
Could surely outdo most,
His belly shook when he laughed
Like a plate full of hummos.

His aura was commanding
Yet jovial and funny,
Like a mixture of falafel
And chicken biryani.

His angels hung their blessings
Over the chimney with care,
In hopes that we thank
Allah later through prayer.

When Ramadan Ali was done,
He hurried away,
And Bilal swore that he glimpsed
A camel-drawn sleigh.

"Bismillah-Hirrahmaan-Nirraheem!
On Faisal! On Amina! On Abdul-Kareem!
On Aisha! On Sonia! On Hussain and Imran!
On Adil! On Omar! On Rudolph Ali Khan!"
(he converted)
And through the most holy night,

Bilal waved the spirit goodbye,
And the crescent-shaped moon
Caught the noor from his eye.
And as he went back to sleep,
The faint voice didn't wake 'im:
"A peaceful Ramadan to all! As-salaam-alaikum!"

[source : http://www.jannah.org/articles/poems.html#28 ]

Enough of Learning.. Shah Inayat

2009-09-12T14:56:00.000+06:00

If I Could Tell You - W.H Auden

2009-08-31T08:50:00.001+06:00

Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

If we should weep when clowns put on their show,
If we should stumble when musicians play,
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

There are no fortunes to be told, although,
Because I love you more than I can say,
If I could tell you I would let you know.

The winds must come from somewhere when they blow,
There must be reasons why the leaves decay;
Time will say nothing but I told you so.

Perhaps the roses really want to grow,
The vision seriously intends to stay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.

Suppose all the lions get up and go,
And all the brooks and soldiers run away;
Will Time say nothing but I told you so?
If I could tell you I would let you know.

W. H. Auden

Between going and staying day wavers- Octavio Paz

2009-07-28T13:38:00.000+06:00

I'm Nobody! Who are you?

2009-07-17T10:56:00.001+06:00

Kithay Mehar Ali .... Pir Mehr Ali Shah

2009-06-30T10:40:00.000+06:00

Falak py Chaand - Wasi Shah

2009-05-11T13:22:00.001+06:00

A Fairy Song..... William Shakespear

2009-05-09T13:21:00.001+06:00

Love's Secret ... William Blake

2009-05-09T13:09:00.001+06:00

Nature is what we see... Emily Dikinson

2009-05-07T15:17:00.001+06:00

Morning means...... Emily Dikinson

2009-05-07T15:10:00.000+06:00

Now sleeps crimson petal - Tennyson

2009-05-04T12:03:00.001+06:00

Home they brought her warrior dead - Tennyson

2009-05-04T11:41:00.000+06:00

Daffodils . . .

2009-04-08T13:21:00.000+05:00

The Birth of Love....

2009-04-08T12:49:00.003+05:00

To Spring... William Blake

2009-03-30T09:57:00.000+05:00

Love's Secret

2009-03-30T09:48:00.000+05:00

When I am dead - William Shakespeare

2009-03-26T09:01:00.001+05:00

Tell me where is fancy bred - William Shakespear

2009-03-26T08:59:00.001+05:00

The Sparrow's Nest - Wordsworth

2009-03-25T12:09:00.003+05:00

Poem by Attar .....

2009-03-21T13:28:00.000+05:00

Infant Joy.... William Blake

2009-03-16T15:09:00.000+05:00

take away words of devil .. Rabia Al Basri r.a.

2009-03-12T12:59:00.000+05:00

With my Beloved ... Rabia Al Basri r.a.

2009-03-12T12:36:00.002+05:00

Usay yeh kon samjhaye?..

2009-03-11T08:28:00.000+05:00

Usay yeh kon samjhaye?
Woh dasht-e-khamoshi main
Ungliyon main sipiyan pehnay
Kisi sookhay samandar ki
Adhuri pyas ki batain
Bohat chup chaap sunta hai
Bohat khamosh rehta hai
Usay kon samjhaye???
Khushi kay ik aansu say
Samandar bhar bhi jatey hain
Bohat khamosh rehnay say
Taaluq mar bhi jaatey hain ...

Rumi on Halaj ...

2009-03-09T11:32:00.004+05:00

Do Not Regret - Sri Chinmoy

2009-02-25T09:00:00.001+05:00