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Half Drawn Arrow …

Posted on 13 February 2012 by Tea Server

Na ganvao navak-e-neem kash, dil-e-reza reza ganva dia
Jo bachay hain sang samet lo, tan-e-dagh dagh luta dia

Mere charagar ko naveed ho, saf-e-dushmana ko khabar karo
Woh jo qarz rakhtay thay jaan par, woh hisab aaj chuka dia

Karo kaj jabeen pe sar-e-kafan, mere qatilon ko guman na ho
Ke ghuroor-e-ishq ka baankpan, pas-e-marg hum ne bhula dia

Udhar aik harf ki kushtni, yahan laakh uzr thaa guftni
Jo kaha toh sun ke ura dia, jo likha toh parh ke mita dia

Jo rukay toh koh-e-garan thay hum, jo chalay toh jan se guzar gaye
Rah-e-yaar hum ne qadam qadam, tujhay yadgaar bana dia

Translation

Do not waste (your) half drawn arrow, (I have already) lost (broken pieces of my) heart.
Collect and save the left-over stones, (my) injured or wounded body is (already) wasted

Let my health giver know, let the procession of foes know
He whose soul was indebted, has settled his dues today

Keep the burial shroud atilt on (my) forehead, lest my assassin may have misgivings
(that) Pride of self-importance or arrogance of love, I forgot after death.

On that side there was one word ˜killâ, on my side there were hundred thousand reasons (to explain why I behaved the way I did)
What (I) said (you) heard, not paid attention ; what (I) wrote (you) you read and erased

(I am) mountain when I stop; (I am) beyond life when I walk
I have, (turned) every step on the path of the beloved into a memorial

Faiz Ahmed Faiz

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Bullah, how do you know yourself?

Posted on 12 February 2012 by Tea Server

one of the better written articles about Bulleh Shah that i have read in a while.

http://www.thefridaytimes.com/beta2/tft/article.php?issue=20110930&page=16

Syndicated from: Tahir’s Blog

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Thinking of thee—– Love!

Posted on 12 February 2012 by Tea Server

Thinking of thee—Love!

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What is love——-?

To be lost in the ocean of chances

To neglect all for your soggy eyes; 

Sometimes go and share with stars

About heart’s feelings or flowers,

Either squander day silently or

Be asleep in a meaningless way; 

At times shed tears, at times veil them,

I evoke all, being lost on the way at dusk 

What is love—–?

Poison, energizer, shadow, may be

                                                Shadow, which often shadowed me;

Compels me to speak his language

Forget self, and choose crazy way; 

What is love—-?

                                                Be faithful to words, sip death’s poison,

      Pat thy heart’s string with pure simplicity 

What is love—-?

 Maybe to locate him on the tracks,

                                               Worship again, whom cast off before;  

Just feel often, that we have left

 Far behind, the destiny of madness; 

Broken the bond amid flora and fauna,

Through clouds Love will shower again

Linking green shoot erupts in heart again; 

Will feel free of your promising assurance,

Love will again return to your soggy eyes!

 

 Translated Shaista Mufti’s work

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Ghata Chhaayi Thi Saawan Khul Ke Barsa

Posted on 09 February 2012 by Tea Server

“Ghata Chhaayi Thi Saawan Khul Ke Barsa” from the album “Aathwan Sur — The Other Side of Naushad’

amazing poetry, beautifully rendered. enjoy

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Interview: Shadab Zeest Hashmi

Posted on 09 February 2012 by Tea Server

“I’m very interested in discovering overlaps between cultures.”

Syndicated from: Newsline » People

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The Firmament of my Feeling

Posted on 06 February 2012 by Tea Server

I might just know what I want to research upon. Okay, not really. I am just ranting. I need some sort of data-storing medium in my brain that registers the spontaneous phases that I spew out in the middle of an emotional crisis, and I do not have a pencil/pen/computer at hand. Cuz, now, after an hour or two since the storm has subsided, I feel numb.
Side-note: It’s also pathetic to realize that I become numb and emotion-less so quickly. And will that change? I don’t think so.

Bordering on the edge of insanity and dream-like illusions, we place our bets and our beliefs are strengthened. Rather our faith, is given a head-shot. A place in the materialistic realm of hard-hitting scientifically proven facts. Fidgeting and grudging, our desires and wishes. Forwarding glances, and mystified gazes. Surreal and Real. Blinding lights and darkening alliances. Gnawing innards and syphoning intellectually draining neurosis to the world outside.

The Firmament of my Feeling

Dumb and with a neurotic twist
To the tales of the Divine
And to the tales of your worldly design
Of little specks of insurmountable pain and malaise

I am forever circling this green labyrinth of rose bushes
A hearty clench on a beastly beauty
Beastly, because you lie underneath
A weight, a stone-like resistance to fate

Toreador noises, some music in places unknown
Grasping vivid images, and eloquent phrases
Implying ingenuity, archaic simplicity
In Heavens, I have seen, your footsteps abound

Hailing from the mountains above
From white fairies and angels’ love
Fresh from the firmament aura
In this day, and time, the demons might come

To vanquish sins, in retaliation 
To construe white from the red
I need a hand and a promise
A story and an end

With your tears rolling down into oblivion
And with my worry and emotions hitting boulders
Lobbying sides, and gut-wrenching feelings
To your aid, I come and clean the bones

Your feast is over
Your scene is done

My turn to look over
My feelings to burn

Let the dream be over
Let reality take run.

(6th February, 2012)
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Murderous Shadows

Posted on 05 February 2012 by Tea Server

I drift into the sunlit memories Where the shadows of our hands Are there intertwined, And our figures in touch. And the sight kills me from inside. And still I never want to wake up, Because I’m with you Filed under: Whatever Little Poet Inside Me Tagged: dreams, life, love, poems, poetry

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I feel you through me

Posted on 04 February 2012 by Tea Server

In trying to get rid of that phase when you are without any feeling, I discovered something that was obvious but just so. Places, people and situations change, but some people are there. Constant. You need to thank them, throughout. For even if they lose their significance and forget their duties, and hurt you, you should know, they just do not mean it. It’s given, they do not.

-I should be more grateful.

-I need to act fast.
-I can do this, and I shall.
-In my own way, yes. No one is going to change that. I may be forgiving and diplomatic, but my dreams govern me. I will not let other things waylay me. No.

I feel you through me

Sitting on the edge of time
Thinking of symphonies played and loved
Beloved memories, and scented hair
Flowing through a waft of a windy sentence

Of lovers and their promises of eternity
Of fathers and their daughters
And their vow of a life untouched
From sorrow and pain, shame and defeat

Living in this conundrum of nascent thoughts
Nothing gives, nothing bends
Evil eyes, and their hungry desire
Pieces of you and me.

Voices of all sorts
Powerful, and seductive
From dark to dawn, from light to that black shadow
Of contempt and hate, constrained apprehensions

I feel you

In beautiful castles, waiting to be rescued.

I feel you

In dinghy prisons, with consumed body and soul.

I feel you

In clouds above the atmosphere, in dreams of the Divine.

I feel you

In belief of the One above, in resilience and strong will

I feel you

For each moment of inspiration, for each word
That you said, that you meant
A ghastly reminder of who you are
In all those places that you mattered

I felt you

Today, when I look ahead
Looking on stairs leading up to Destiny
With love garnered in little bubbly hearts
And flowers picked from fresh orchards of the young mind

I still feel you.

(4th February, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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O’ Lord!

Posted on 27 January 2012 by Tea Server


Our Lord ! 
surely we have heard a preacher calling to the faith,
saying: Believe in your Lord, so we did believe;

Our Lord !
forgive us therefore our faults,
and cover our evil deeds and make us die with the righteous.
Our Lord !
grant us good in this world and good in the hereafter,
and save us from the chastisement of the fire. 
Our Lord ! 
Accept From Us ;
Surely Thou Art The Hearing, The Knowing

 

Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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Footprint——!

Posted on 25 January 2012 by Tea Server

Seen you often by ocean’s brink

Seems an idea crept into thy eyes,

  So hearing saga of splashing waves

Something sure–so smile thy lips;

Seen you often by ocean’s brink

Your foot steps tread on all alone

Forgetting me, forgetting you also

                      Hark back to your foot prints a lot!

Composed by Shaista Mufti

Translated by Tanveer Rauf


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Frozen Wishes—-!

Posted on 21 January 2012 by Tea Server

Dreams of your fondness

How to explain, dispersing around

Of roses’ fragrance; how to veil of;

 

Dreaming eyes

 Looking for you eyes

Akin in fragrance of you

 An insomniac heavy-eyed

Frozen wishes

When as reflection play on water

Make calm whirls on heart n soul

Frozen wishes befall glum rhythm

How harassed are

In wintry season

Dreaming eyes

Looking for you eyes

Composed by Shaista Mufti

Translated by Tanveer Rauf


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When I was a little boy (A POEM)

Posted on 20 January 2012 by Tea Server

I remember those days when I was a little boy, I went to a see the fair, rocking and jumping …

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Sleep and Hope

Posted on 20 January 2012 by Tea Server

Sometimes even our darkest emotions and our deepest fears have to come to the surface. They haunt us, they scare us. I just hope it goes away soon.
Sleep and Hope
Fallen angels, withered wings
Her lonely grace, her paper dreams
Her husky voice, and subtle screams
In each second she breathed, she let herself flow to death
Little lights hanging upon her destiny’s way
Blinding flashes of gore and gray
Blood-thirsty monsters play
Head-strong vigilance, a prayer, lost in the fray
Barging through ice-cold water and metal shards of burnt emotions
Heading straight into a valley of seed-less growth
Like a flower, plucked for the thorns it has
Like a river, drained for the toxicity it has
Like her blood, taken for all the hope it had
And crushed into numbing pain, crashing dreams
Bellowing mumbles of resistance, but it means nothing
Her gardens of roses and marigold beds
Her wishes woven with love and little bubbles of hope and freedom
She would dance around a little, hold tiny pockets of Spring
Hold them close to her heart, close to her soul, for the time being
And then her ecstasied frolicking is depreciated
People, calling from their haunting throats
Singing deadly lullabies, putting her to Sleep
The Sleep she does not want
The Sleep that would crucify her emotions and dreams
A lip that whispers ‘Carry me away’
A tone that makes a grain of sense
A voice that drains drops of hope into suspense
A lock of hair, flying in the wind – carrying her message to the world
Muted peace
Bated breath
Closed eyes
And your loneliness strides on a piece of your flesh
Her numb senses, right down to the core
Her broken trust, right down to the last word
Her mistaken dream, right down to every detail
And her splintered fingers, right down to each muscle that aches
Make it happen, she wants to say
Make it true, she longs to believe
How?
Hope, is just the last leaf hanging down from the bare tree.
Hold on to it.
(19th January, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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Hamd (in praise of Allah)

Posted on 18 January 2012 by Tea Server

Allah caresses me like gentle wind

He is linked with devoted heart beat

Shine like rays everyday on my door

I see Him like luminous atmosphere

In cold season in my soul’s solitude

He stays with me, clings like shawls

If ever lost in wilderness of desert

Guides me akin to sounds of forest

If scared of ghastly dreams of space

He sings lullaby with wishes by night

He’s to me like sheltered banyan tree

He understands me just like a mother

Composed by Shaista Mufti

Translated by Tanveer Rauf

Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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