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Zindagi…

Posted on 28 February 2012 by Tea Server

Zindagi ke raaste…
Zindagi ke waaste…
Thehr jayen tou alag…
Chal paren tou youn milen…
Ke mukammal ho chale…
Zindagi ka yeh safar…

Waqt ke pairon tale…
mit gaya insaan bhi…
naqsh kaari haath ki…
Bas fasana hai magar…
Zindagi ke aasre ko…
Ik sahara aur de…

Shab guzari ke lye…
bas bahana hee sahi…
dhoondhta hai har bashar…
pas nahi malum ke…
Chand lamhe zindagi ke…
jo chalen us raah per…
jo ke mukhtas kee gayee hain…
Zindagi ke waaste…
Ke bane insan bhi…
Ik khalifa raat ka…

Syndicated from: Soul of Life!

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Balloons

Posted on 27 February 2012 by Tea Server

I have these little moments of pure un-adulterated joy in sensing the vastness of youth and carelessness. Like the balloons at a child’s birthday party, waiting to be put up behind the decorations and the people strolling around. The balloon itself is oblivious of the many stories that each person entails, and carries within him. A million sorrows and a million-fold dejection. A few thousand achievements and then some more personal contentment. Where does the line cross the circle of life and understanding? Where does the emotion in a balloon that flies away, in tangent to the tradition, come? How do little voices cease to exist as merry tunes of the birthday song, and transform into haunting tales of the age we’ve seen.

Sometimes, I need to be a balloon again. I want to un-feel a lot of things, a lot of things need to be un-done. A plethora of incidences need to be erased from my memory. And a number of people need to travel back in time. Age a little less dramatically, and offer a little mellowed catharsis. Drown in a little shallow water, and cry a little lesser tears. Breach a little lesser laws, and stampede on my emotions, a little lesser. Where we gain a more horrendous reality, we also need a little flowery Utopia. Because in things we have meant to vanish ourselves in, we need to augment them a little. For in memories of us, in places we live, in tales we concoct, in dreams we see: There is a little lesser drama, in times I am destined to feel nothing.

To what grandiose moment, do I owe this little epiphany?

Balloons

Source: Here

Yet another spark, that flew in directions a-plenty
Yet another promise, that was broken in places where I have dwelt

My heart has given way to a lot more emotion
Than I would want it to perceive
In this spacious denial of the notions and my reverie
Have I begun to understand you, or have you spoken to me?

Do I fly off the plastic dreams?
Or do I hold onto the many hearts I bleed

Where this blood has proferred into a valley of feelings
And where your conscience is all but a mesh of perception
Where the bonds of provocative entitlement mean nothing
And where I sense nothing, and everything

Places like these, and days like this

All I want to know is:

I will look ahead, and never look back.
Be a balloon, and fly away soon

(27th February, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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A random thought

Posted on 25 February 2012 by Tea Server



 

In the dark alley,

My soul wanders.

And up on the blue velvety sky,

The cloud thunders.

At a distance I hear,

Quick steps on the pavement,

A shouting woman around the corner,

A wailing baby in some hospital room,

A police siren or an ambulance.

 

A big cold drop falls on this wandering soul.

Then another and another.

The rain pours down,

On the dry leaves,

Withered yet fragrant flowers,

Thirsty wishful beings,

Bare heads,

Broken hearts,

Empty dams.

 

The day breaks.

Red and yellow fills the sky.

We squint our eyes,

Before the mighty sun.

Some walk, some shamble.

Others run or traipse,

Towards their destines,

Far, far away…..

 

But I arrest my steps.

Holding my breathe,

Stretching my arms,

Gazing up the sky,

Feeling the breeze,

Caressing my face,

I alienate from the rat race,

Just dreamingly humming to myself…..

Syndicated from: Borderline Green

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Emotions and Lies

Posted on 24 February 2012 by Tea Server

Our conditioned responses to the society and its beings is a story well-documented and debated. But I find internal mysteries too gargantuan to conquer. The internal suffocation, and battle calls for the better and beneficial are too personal to judge and compare with the world at large. Where problems arise out of a self-concocted rash of things and emotions, it is seldom left for the world and its global stereotypical time-constrained opinion to fix. I need a new answer, a new way to survive. For the jewels we collect, and then shatter into shards of thorny stars, is the way we handle our mysteries. Our mysteries that build inside, and die inside. Voices, growing louder and more cacophonic. Who is to tell them, where to go? Who is to believe their tell-tale stories of denial and faith?
And who is to make sure I do not fall into the obvious trap presented to me at this time. I could easily forego, and condescend. But the guarantee? Who is to provide that service? Who is to harness that positive energy, futile for the moment, into a septate organization of collective emotions and reasonable judgements. Who is to ensure that I am what I always was? Maybe the answer lies in You.
Levels of Emotions
This trap of follies that I see
Calmness and my bright blue sky
Onwards, a road so serene
I sense a pitfall, my heart cascading into crystal jewels
Glass shatters, blood splatters
And I want an answer
But I seek something else
Sunlight on the gravel, redstone bricks
And in this concrete world
I will let you fall
But I will not falter
(22nd February, 2012)
For the things that do not make sense
Vague Lies
Traces of an empty soul under a lifeless tree
They talk about the blossoming orchids, in the Springtime
In haste I’ve looked desperately for a cure to this waste
Black lines and crimson dots on your ephemeral speech
I mark the blood, oozing out from within
A great reminder to me, of my sorry state of denial
That moon, white ecstasy on its head
Because when you’re down
She picks you up like a child, her own
Except you’re not one.
You’re a thousand lies more.
(20th February, 2012)
Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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A Note To God (The Song Cover by Me)

Posted on 20 February 2012 by Tea Server

Note To GodHere’s me singing one of my favorite songs. I like the one by Jojo. And it’s after nearly a year that i’ve uploaded a song. The sketch is made by me Foegive me, i’m not good with softwares so the sound quality sucks. Feel free to critique Filed under: Music IS ME, My [...]

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The Life——-!

Posted on 20 February 2012 by Tea Server


 

The life is a very small story

This world is a mortal world; 

A moment of joy on a branch

Is the saga of flower’s borough;

 It’s only a pebble of thought   

Lagoon’s twirl is only a retort ;

What you’ve been writing for ages

  Is barely, a story of eternal fatality

Bursting golden sprouts are genuine

Bustling is, story of a life’s splendor ;

Words have lost their significance

 There’s only water in gloomy eyes; 

Death too failed to sense the moments of

                                     Everlasting fiction, that’s truthfully old;

 

Translation of Shaista Mufti’ works

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Syndicated from: Just Bliss

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Belated Happy Birthday

Posted on 19 February 2012 by Tea Server

Syndicated from: Arcane Dignitary

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There is a self outside

Posted on 19 February 2012 by Tea Server

It often happens, that we forget where we started from. And it often happens, that we go through phases, we do not remember afterwards.
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There is a self outside

Entering into this world of faces
Grounds filled with imitations
Halo-filled night-time songs
Our souls afraid of time
Its silent words of cry and despair

Does Death owe a little to its elevated state of lapse?
A lapse of time through which I see You

In my range of emotions
Beautifully crafted fascist beings
Harness a little pity because you just might need some
In the way
Its silent words of cry and despair

Do I see falsified vistas?
Follies that you commit
Husky voices that may mean a lot
But nevertheless, it means nothing
And still I pray

Does my conscience owe a little to your million faces?
In the moment that you look afraid, can I see through those faces?

Hey, you that stand in between me and Reason
There is a self outside this realm
Outside this plane of reality
Someone said I can meet you there
I’ll leave the path to unwind itself

To those I say this
I make not, any sense
I know my incomplete perfection is a reason for you to laugh
Laugh over my blithering mistakes, committed
Hey, you that stand in between my self and my soul

Does that space in between us, owe anything to the reason I am alive?
In the moment that I am alive?

There are a thousand ways to be
A thousand ways to say I am alive
For eons, I have wanted to perfect one way
Now that I stand at the cross-roads
I want to go back

And why is that?

I think we’re haunted.
(19th February, 2012)

Syndicated from: Amna’s Blog

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Making each day Special, even Valentine’s :)

Posted on 14 February 2012 by Tea Server

*Pyar Karr* Playing in the background…

Flowers, Cookies, chocolates, Teddies, cards, everything RED and PINK… I am sure a hopeless romantic like me can only think of all this. Is this really all that we can imagine and want on V-day? Why do we celebrate Valentine’s Day? Why do some people think it’s over-hyped? Why can’t it be thought as another beautiful to celebrate your love life?

I do understand each day is special when you are with that special someone. I don’t deny that at all. But then why not make even a so-called day such as Valentine special too? What’s the harm in enjoying that special day? If one believes in making each day special then you as well make Valentine’s day special too. :D There might be lot of people, who get busy in their daily lives and when it’s Valentine’s day, they have their own special plans. Doesn’t that sound romantic and cute? Hmmm… Or is it just me? :P

It’s all about love and sharing that love every day or on a special day… In the end, all that matters is your love, care and trust!

It’s true, we don’t need “particular” days to love or share our feelings with someone, each day spent with that someone can be special in itself… Love is all about getting up to the person you love, feeling his/her heartbeat and knowing he/she is breathing for you, kissing his/her forehead and saying a prayer that may he/she always be happy and healthy… sharing that morning cup of tea/coffee or in my case BOOST :P with that person… making breakfast and knowing he/she had that healthy meal of the day… a goodbye kiss when you step out… Preparing a special meal for him/her in the evening… random messages… random plans… that long walk on the beach… gazing in his/her eyes and knowing you are secured in his/her arms… sharing those smallest details about your life… Giving that unconditional care and trust to him/her… Isn’t it all about that? And to do all this, we surely don’t need any particular day.

When you love someone, you don’t care about the distance, place or religion even if one is in a long distance relationship, one can make their each day special in their own way. Of course certain occasions are a plus but a hug, a smiley, a genuine caring note, all that adds to your special days and makes special memories in your life.

Loving someone always gives you that magical feeling even if means one-sided. At least you know you have got something in you to share all the love or give that unconditional love to someone whom you think deserves it. But am sure when love is both sided, it’s more magical and people are more blessed :)

Having said all that, I do love the thought of Valentine’s Day. Beautiful flowers around, lovely cards that can express a lot more sometimes when words seem less… Those cute little teddies… it’s all so beautiful and when you get it from that special someone, each smallest gift, even a single rose or that genuine hug or those smiles will mean world to you. It’s not about gifts, it’s all about trust, love, care and faith in each other :) It’s about the smallest gestures that can bring infinite happiness in your lives… It’s about making every moment magical… It’s also all about celebrating life with the one who makes your life worth living :)

Would love to end this special blog with some special thoughts……

As I close my eyes and think of you

You make my every dream come true

With you by my side, hand in hand

I will let you be my guide…

You are the Angel of my life

Making things all possible with that smile

Always know that no matter what, I will care

Your every pain and happiness I am here to share

You make my heart and soul sing

Your presence truly gives me that wing

All I ever want is to be a part of your heart

And May God never keep us apart

I hope that someday you’ll come to realize,

How perfect you are when seen through my eyes.

Syndicated from: Shona’s Prerogative

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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

source

Syndicated from: iHuman

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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

Syndicated from: Tahir’s Blog

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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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