Uska mukh ek jhoth hai... Ghoonghat ek sansar ....

This one of my favourite ghazal...


Zahid Ne Mera Hausla-e-iman nahi dekha
Rukh pe teri zulfon ko pareshan nahi dekha

Har Hal mein bas Pesh- nazar hai wahi soorat
Main ne kabhi e- roohe- shab -e hijra nahi dekha

Aaye the sabhi tarah ke jalvey mere aagey
Maine magar e- deeda e-hairan nahi dekha

Kiya kya hua hungame junoon yeh nahi maloom
Kuch hosh jo aaya tu gareeba nahi dekha

O' Druantia-O'Aengus

Lately have been drawing and seeing Card of Ascended Master- Aengus, hopefully the message is --" Showering of love and twin flame soon" ... (twich twich..blush blush ).

So I dedicate this ballad/song from W.B .Yeats to My Aengus---

THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS

I went out in the Hazel wood

Because a fire was in my head,

And cut and peeled a hazel wand

And hooked a berry to a thread

And when white moths were on the wings,

And moth like stars were flickering out,

I dropped a berry in a stream,

And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor,

I went to blow the fire- a-flame,

But someone rustled on the floor,

And someone called me by my NAME..

It had become a glimmering girl

With an apple blossom in her hair

Who called me by name & ran

Faded through the brightened day--air

Though I am old with wandering

Through hollow and hilly lands,

I will find out where she has gone

And Kiss her lips and take her hands,

And walk along the dappled grass

And pluck till time and times are done,

The silver apples of the moon

the golden apples of the sun.

Zafar's Poetry

लगता नहीं है जी मेरा उजड़े दयार में
किसकी बनी है आलम-इ नापायदार में

इन हज्रतों से कह दो कहीं और जाके बसें
इतनी जगह कहाँ है दिल-इ-दागदार में

इक शाख-इ- गुल पे बैठ के बुलबुल है शादमान
कांटें बीचा दिए हैं दिल-इ -लालज़ार पे

दिन ज़िन्दगी के ख़तम हुए शाम हो गयी
फल्ला के पावों सोयेंगे कोंच-इ- मजार में

कितना बदनसीब है ज़फर दफ़न के लिए
दो गज ज़मीन भी न मिली कु-इ-यार में

This is a famous poem /ghazal by Bahadur Shah Zafar. It is the first and the last stanza which always takes my breath away

Emptiness

Emptiness, that bridge to far, I've tried so many times to cross that bar,

I've tried my best

Even bought a friend, but that proved fruitless in the end!

Time and age are against I am told!

Relentless each and every day, they all pass by and go on their way,

A knowing smile a friendly wave, would these same people surround my grave?

No time to chat, no inclination I've lived my life still on probation,

I know we all must die alone, why pay the bill to a silent phone,

The television my link with life, I sleep all alone

What will dawn bring, will I hear the bellbird deep inside the bush

Or feed the common garden ,

Maybe the sun will come out today,

Showing blue skies instead of grey there's hope,

There's life, I need to feel, the love of life so I can heal .

PS-I read this somewhere, not sure when & where exactly.

जीवन नही मारा करता है ॥

शुप शुप अश्रु बहाने वालों , मोती व्यर्थ लुटाने वालों
कुछ सावन के बह जाने से जीवन नही मारा करता ।

खोता कुछ भी नही यहाँ पर, केवल जिलाद बदलती पोथी
जैसे रात उतर चंदिनी, पहने है सुबह धुप कि धोती।।

डूबे बिना नहाने वालों , जले बिना रोने वालों,
कुछ सावन के बह जाने से जीवन नही मारा करता है॥

माला बिखर गयी तू क्या है, खुद ही हाल हो गयी समायासा
अन्न्सून गर नीलम हुए तू , समझों पूरी हुई सम्यासा॥

लूट लिया माली ने उपवन , लूटी न लेकिन गंद फूल कि
कुछ आंगन के बह जाने से जीवन नही मारा करता है॥

टूट गया दिल का शीशा, टूटी न लेकिन मन कि राह,
कुछ अशिअनाओं के बूज जाने से , जीवन नही मारा करता है॥ ॥

One Art

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) or is a disaster.


This poetry is by Elizabeth Bishop. Quite true, this is actually an art, and God just bestows some with this One Art of Losing everytime.

"IN"---Neverland

" IN"

Climb until thee falls in,
Walk on by alongside the new grass,
Music is spinning above,
Glittering & sparkling above
Turn around and embrace it all.
Dream on for the moment
Chisel will cut it,
They will sharpen it until thee returns
Forever lost in the net
Swing in like the play
Sleep for you are in..in...Neverland!!


Few lines about Neverland- Our Dreams. Have ever had a dream which was for sure -real.. Have you ever been able to distinguish between the real & reel dream worlds...Have you ever felt you are forever finding Neverland !!

I wrote when i was 21, just typed it rightaway the moment i opened my school time scribble pad. :)

Me Too...

I try to reach a place,
A safety zoneI try to separate myself, be my ownI try to find that one solemn ground
I try to make it through with no one around
The harder things in life I want to surpass
The many special bonds I want to last
The wrong choices I won't regret
The path ahead I shouldn't fret
A shoulder to cry on I'll always find
A memory so clear, embedded in my mind
A tear once cried from my unending pain
A heart once broken and the strength I gained
Nobody can try to break me, make me fall
I may be physically short, but I stand tall
So maybe you think nobody understands
But I say you're not alone, come take my hands