Biba Sada Dil Morr De

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

If thou choosest not to reflect in these eyes

Then turn my heart around O'Love

If you opt to not mirror in this gaze

Then give my heart back O'Love

Ahay Biba Sada Dil Sada Dil Mor De

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

All I say is, then give my heart back O'Love

If thou choosest not to reflect in these eyes

Then turn my heart around O'Love

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

Ker Bethi Sajna Bharosa Tere Pyar Te

Rol Bethi Dil Ve Mai Tere Aitebaar Te

If thou choosest not to reflect in these eyes

Then turn my heart around O'Love

I erred to believe in your love O'Love

Stamped even my heart out in your keeping O'Love

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

If thou choosest not to reflect in these eyes

Then turn my heart around O'Love

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

If you opt to not mirror in this gaze

Then give my heart back O'Love

Vakh Rehna Pyar Da Nai Channa Dastoor Ve

Sajjna Judaee Nahio Sanu Manzoor Ve

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

Staying apart is not how you love, O'Love

This gulf can no longer be borne by me O'Love

If thou choosest not to reflect in these eyes

Then return me my love back O'Love

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

If you opt to not mirror in this gaze

Then give my heart back O'Love

Main Jaan Kay Cheez Baygaani Nu Kion Apni Cheez Bana Bethi

Dil Day Kay Tenu Baydarda Main Umar Di Chinta Laa Bethi

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

How could in my wit I take a stranger as my own!

Now its a curse for life that I took by loving you O'Love

If thou choosest not to reflect in these eyes

Then return me my love back O'Love

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

If you opt to not mirror in this gaze

Then give my heart back O'Love

Asaan Nit Da Vichora Nahio Sehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

Asaan Nit Da Vichora Nahio Sehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

I can not carry this split for ever

So turn my heart back O'Love

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

Asaan Nit Da Vichora Nahio Sehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

Sada Dil Morh De

Sada Dil Morh De

Sada Dil Morh De

Sada Dil Morh De

Sada Dil Morh De

If thou choosest not to reflect in these eyes

Then return me my love back O'Love

I can not carry this split for ever

So turn my heart back O'Love

Turn my heart around

Set my heart back

Give back my heart

Let my heart revert

Convert my heart back

Asaan Nit Da Vichora Nahio Sehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

I can not carry this split for ever

So turn my heart back O'Love

Inj Door Door Reh Ke Nahio Jag Langna

Asaan Deed Bina Nahi Kuch Hoor Mangna

Ayh Wi Nikka Jiya Manana Nai Kehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

Ayh Wi Nikka Jiya Manana Nai Kehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

A division like this wouldn't permit a life

Other than the sight of you, I ask naught O'Love

Even if this little you can not grant

Then turn my heart back O'Love

Ayh Wi Nikka Jiya Manana Nai Kehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

Even if this little you can not grant

Then turn my heart back O'Love

Ayh Wi Nikka Jiya Manana Nai Kehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

Tenu Chaiyede Ne Dil Walay Phaid Kholne

Asaan Tere Naal Kayi Dukh Sukh Pholne

Even if this little you can not grant

Then turn my heart back O'Love

You have to unlock the mysteries of the heart

Therein lie the secrets that I have to share

Sade Kol Nai Tun Khari Pal Bhena

Te Biba Sada Dil Mor De

Sade Kol Nai Tun Kari Pal Bhena

Te Biba Sada Dil Mor De

You wont spend a moment by my side

Then turn my heart back O'Love

Teri Marzi Ay Saaday Nalon Vakh Hon Di

Saadi Marzi Ayh Teray Pichay Kukh Hon Di

Teri Marzi Ay Saaday Nalon Vakh Hon Di

Saadi Marzi Ayh Teray Pichay Kukh Hon Di

Dukh Pichla Ee Jogi Saanu Kehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Mor De

To part your ways is what thou desire

To turn to dust for thee is what I aspire

Your longing leaves me lost

So turn my heart back O'Love

Je Tu Akhiyan De Samnay Nai Rehna

Te Biba Sada Dil Morh De

If you opt to not mirror in this gaze

Then give my heart back O'Love

PS: The Translation is my humble attempt to pay tribute to something great and bears no claim over perfection.

Be In Love, and Not Just Love Each Other..

Was going through a series of my favorite quotes in a little while. Thought of sharing a few of them over here, we all need such pearls from time to time ...

• The Warrior possesses the art of the blow and the art of forgiveness. He knows how to use both with equal skill. - Paulo Coelho
• A wounded deer leaps the highest. - Emily Dickinson
• Men stumble over pebbles, never over mountains. - Emilie Cady
• Be yourself; everyone else is already taken. - Oscar Wilde
• The person who seeks all their applause from outside has their happiness in another's keeping. - Dale Carnegie
• We only really face up to ourselves when we are afraid. - Thomas Bernhard
• He does not believe who does not live according to his beliefs. - Thomas Fuller
• A gem cannot be polished without friction, nor a man perfected without trials. - Chinese Proverb
• A consistent soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in chance. - Benjamin Disraeli
• Too often we visit the well of divine abundance with a teacup instead of a bucket. - Elinor MacDonald
• Why do you think or feel separate and alone when all things grow towards unity? White Eagle 
• A person starts to live when he can live outside himself: Albert Einstein
• Nobody - as long as he moves about among the chaotic currents of life - is without trouble. - Carl Jung
• Courage is fear that has said its prayers and decided to go forward anyway. -Joyce Meyer
• One has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end. -Tagore
• Don't hold to anger, hurt or pain. They steal your energy and keep you from love. -Leo Buscaglia
• All that is real is seen with the heart. -Vivian Greene
• The only real prison is fear; and the only real freedom is freedom from fear. -Aung San Suu Kyi

In My Land ...

The paper each day reads of people committing homicide with their children for the unbearable pain rendered by the monster of hunger gnawing at their famished bellies, and yet there are stories of the law Minister Babar chartering planes to bribe the affuluent lawyers. 

It is heart wrenching, painful and absolutely ABSURD!

Hunger, scarcity staring blankly in the face of the lavish yeast

The barren masses severing off sprouts, the barons having feast

Is it the hunger or the rich leech, the greater beast?
Whilst Babar ba aish kosh keh aalaam dobara neest!

Emotional Bank Account

An enchanting read by a friend, Delirium : Emotional Bank Account

"Give and take is the universal principle. No exceptions. Not even divine. It applies everwhere. You lose some. You earn a few. That's how it works and is bound and meant to be. No two ways about it..

In every relationship, we maintain a joint emotional bank account with that other self. Be it your spouse, dear or loved one, parent, child, mate, buddy, pal, friend, customer or an adversary for that matter. There is a continous stream of sprouting transactions taking place all the time, all the while, from both ends with or even without every exchange. Incessant deposits and withdrawals. Unending debits and credits.

Little things make huge difference. Small acts mean big. It is not the word or act, kind or harsh, but the potential or value that translates into and brings about that corresponding debit or credit that really counts. It is all relative and it all varies with relation to the uniqueness of the other self.

So it is not just what is said that is important. Equally or perhaps more so are the unsaid words and undone deeds. The unexecuted transactions having an enormous potential to turn things around or tip the balance. Then what is left to retard the bonding ? The barriers! Ego, apathy, priorities, time and other resources or lack of understanding and realization ? Or are they just taken for granted ?

And what are these said or unsaid things, done or undone deeds tied with ? Expectations ? Is that what assigns a value to any realized or unrealized transaction ?

Apart from unique and distinct personalities, these expectations are entrenched in mutual communication. When there is symphony or harmony of thoughts and understanding, it all flows and sails in unifying rhythm and sounds melodious, reinforcing the beats to kindle an enviable resonance. Whilst, the lack of it creates a sheer noise and distortion.

The golden rule is " Try first to understand and then to be understood......"

But is it that simple!? You bet your fortune! Much much easier said than done !!!

In theory and text book, it is still damn straight and simple to deal with. Communicate. Identify and remove the underlying causes. Avoid potential conflicts. Avert ugly situations and confrontations. Understand the realities. Expect little or nothing. Give selflessly. Don't demand and be happy and content with whatever comes your way.

Pratically, it gets increasingly winding and stringent when you encounter the intricacies involved and revelation and surfacing of multiple overlapping paradigms and domains. What does it all lead to ? Avoidance or abstinence ? There is a big tag dangling with it. SELF DENIAL! Now where do we go from here ?

In the end, the analogy may seem mundane, businesslike, absurd, bizarre and even mean and insulting being applied to most endearing, palpable, intangible and selfless emotions such as love, trust and care. But then why not ? When every single thing is destined to undergo or supposed to be subjected to some sort of simulation. Even all our virtues and sins would be evaluated eventually, deciding our ultimate fate or so we believe! Broken down into numerous tiny numeric pieces against a yardstick whose guagability remains an enigma. But it is going to be something MEASURABLE and QUANTIFIABLE, specific and relative for sure. Whatever the ultimate unit or tool is supposed to be.

To conclude it all. Let me assert. Loud and clear. What has been a tacit belief and understanding so far or not been uttered with all that vigour.

You mean a lot to me. My friends. All of you. A blessing in my life.......

Lest those words remain unsaid and are lost, silenced and buried in the sands of time or shadowed by merciless and endless shrouds and currents of oblivion without getting themselves registered or counted......... 

Now I want to embed the link to the video ' I want to spend my lifetime loving you.....' by Marc Anthony and Tina Arena but this damn thing in my hand won't allow. So if someone would be kind to do me the favour ? No returns guaranteed

"

Image Courtesy: Hands by Michelangelo.
Post Courtesy: http://chowk.com/ilogs/77237/48505  

What I Miss About You

Life is quite an interesting phenomenon. Pretty over-priced though. The priceless contents of the hourglass keep trickling and at the end of the day the entire expanse of this existence is reduced to maintaining the logs of what one missed and what one didn't! 

Katie Melua is one of the few artists who almost always manage to capture one's interest regardless of what she sings; absolutely stunning vocals and melody are her trademarks. There are quite a few of her that are my personal favourites: "When you taught me how to dance" from the movie Miss Potter and "The closest thing to crazy", topping the list. However, tonight there is another track of hers that I am indulging myself in .... What I miss about you...

"What I Miss About You"

Missing the train every morning at 8:52,

Sipping coffee from the same cup as you.

The sharing of secrets we thought no one else knew,

That's what I miss about you.

The new way that love had made me see,

Your bashful grin when you asked if I would like your key.

The knowing way you used to caress me,

That's what I miss about you.

You stole in with your starry smile exciting me,

Driving with you in your new car, feeling free.

If it's true that love is blind, then I was blind willingly,

You made me believe we had a future, that could be and would be.

The way you said I'd be no one on my own,

Your habit of soaking yourself in over-priced cologne.

The way you turned the light out when I knew you were home,

That's what I don't miss about you.

I bet you're using your weary magic like it's new,

Driving so fast with a new fool beside you.

Presumably believing she's the last of the lucky few,

I wonder if she knows she's being lied to like I do.

The way I only doubted myself when I was with you,

Like I was a fool for expecting something from life too.

Your skill of putting me down in-front of everyone we knew,

That's what I don't miss about you 

Image Courtesy: Hourglass for Eternity by Michael Arkhipov

How About You?

What do we count most in our lives? Income? Belongings? Assets? Years on the job? How often do we count what matters the most: Happiness?

And more importantly how often we are actually aware of what makes us happy? 

Do your  you find your magic moments while panting, sweat trickling down your body, your feet clasped within your joggers? Or do the letters dancing on the leafs of the page add the zing to your life? Is it the aroma of freshly home baked brownie that makes you forget everything else? Does your home echo with the giggle of a toddler that brightens up your surroundings? Could it be that the mug of coffee that you prepare for your friend who has just stopped sobbing after lightening his/her heart in front of you, fills your soul with a priceless freshness? Do plants speak to you when you water your lawn early in the morning? Does your visit in your parents' old feet and rubbing them off their tiredness with a tender massage, revitalize your body?

I was prompted to write about what we could count on at the end of the day, and how often the rich are actually the unhappy poor. But just writing these lines down I completely forgot the flow of thoughts.....

Its an overpowering sense of gratitude that is invading my senses.........

Alhamdolillah. 

How about you?

Something Stupid

The night is warm and the hour is late. I feel the ticking clock and realize the sand of time slipping through.....

How at times this life with all that heady rush of being sane and wise, seems too short to do what actually could add a meaning to this entire existance. How one would cherish that sweet wonder of doing something unwise, something so childlike, something stupid...

I know I stand in line until you think you have the time 

To spend an evening with me 

And if we go someplace to dance, I know that there's a chance 

You won't be leaving with me 

And afterwards we drop into a quiet little place and have a drink or two 

And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" 

I can see it in your eyes 

That you despise the same old lies you heard the night before 

And though it's just a line to you, for me it's true 

And never seemed so right before 

I practice every day to find some clever lines to say 

To make the meaning come through 

But then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late and I'm alone with you 

The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red and, oh, the night's so blue 

And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like "I love you" 

The time is right, your perfume fills my head, the stars get red and, oh, the night's so blue 

And then I go and spoil it all by sayin' something stupid like "I love you" 

I love you 

I love you 

I love you 

I love you 

Bulleyah

Those who call me Syed 

Are destined to hell made for them. 

Those who call me Arain 

Have the swings of heaven laid for them. 

The low-caste and the high-caste, 

Are created by God who is all-powerful; 

He casts away the fair ones, 

And clasps to His heart the meritless ones. 

Translation Source: web.

Preaching And Programming

All our lives we keep on listening about the impact of learning and society on one's upbringing. Its the established idea that is behind the millions of schools running all over the world. They TEACH, they FORM, they SHAPE.

But how much important is the DNA that resides in there? How much SHAPE and FORM could be infused in a blob of wet clay when you have a genetic coding embedded in its material, DNA?

Its tricky, isn't it? Think of the old times when people used to talk of "lineage" of "nobility of blood", doesn't sound that senseless, does it? 

So what does this suggest? Character (or lack of it) is whose fault? Not everyone grows up in the supervision of those responsible of its existence. In that case who bears the credit(/discredit) of the personality? How can you program an already coded specimen? What extent of teaching can outgrow the impact of genes? 

Or can it?

Why could we not know this is what genes will program, and this is where we can preach?

!

And this world and its people never cease to surprise you.

Good night all.

The China Doll

"The best years of my life came after what seemed at first a tragedy from which I could never recover. I had been a Dresden China Doll sort of wife. I'd grown up in too much luxury. I knew nothing. And so it happened that my husband ran our home, as well as his own successful business, while I accepted soft, sweet irresponsibility. 

Then one day his partner looted the firm and fled. A month later mu husband's over strained heart gave way. And I, ignorant heir to his wholesale butter-and-egg business, walked into his empty office and began to learn things. Friends begged me to sell out for whatever I could get. I was warned that I'd end in bankruptcy. But some invisible force drove me on. I stuck. I studied. I visited bankers, and wholesalers and customers, eagerly learning. Every night I fell into bed exhausted. But the Dresden China Doll had come to life at last. After a year, I was still horribly in debt. I had lost half the old customers. But I felt at home in the business.

Three years later I was on my feet, sure of myself. I was making almost as much as my husband had earned. Pretty good for an ex-China Doll. More old customers had come back. I ate better, slept better--- and joked oftener--- than ever before.

I was thirty-nine years old then. Now I'm turning fifty-nine. And I'm still in the best years of my life --- the years that have brought out the very best in me."

~ Anonymous, RD issue Art of Living.

A Clueless Blue

Like the dancing waves, 

make a velvet trap to woo

the moonlight;

Like the clear sky,

seeks to cage 

a morning bright;

Like the blooming bud,

laughs to prey 

the drops of dew;

Like the shining sun,

catches the rain

to hold a hue;

Like the stars at night,

ask in ransom

a thought of you;

Often the afterglow,

steals of rainbow

a clueless blue.