Sunday, November 27, 2011

A God Of Loss

Keeping mirror houses within your bosom, do you really hope to fall in love?
All around the image of thy own self, how could you look beyond to fall in love?

Is it not so that you love your own reflection, be it in the mirror, or some one else's eyes? Let yourself not allude to the notion of falling in love with those eyes, then. Its just the reflection, my dear, that you adore.

In the Parthenon of your heart, Athena is the carving of your own charming self. 
And deities don't fall in love, you know.

All they expect, are devotees. 
And they bear with them the authority to grant. Heaven or hell.
Approval or rejection.

You know,
You can approve or reject... but you can not love, my love.

And what loss is this!
To be a god, and to not know the euphoria of falling in love.

For gods don't fall.

They stand still. Expect. Demand. And judge.
They just don't fall.

You may have the entire Parthenon to yourself, but aren't you a god of loss, my love?

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

One Day.

 And beauty they say, comes in many forms. Two of which are in this post...

Monday, November 14, 2011

Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such Small Hands

Somewhere I have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
In your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which I cannot touch because they are too near

Your slightest look easily will unclose me
though I have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, I and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

Nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands


Saturday, November 12, 2011

We Shall.

Thou knowest all - I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity.

Oscar Wilde

When the brown branches shall bear the red flowers,
Then, my Love,
We shall meet

Then, we shall meet

When the koonj (cranes) shall return from their journey,
Filling the world with a joyous cackle,
Then, my Love,
We shall meet.

Then, we shall meet

When this forlorn cheek of mine has soaked
all tears trailing from my eyes,
Then, my Love,
We shall meet.

Then, we shall meet 

This gulf of separation is a folly of the fool
We shall meet.

Then, we shall meet

Artist: Allan Faqir
Sindhi Kalaam: Sheikh Ayaz
Inapt Translation: mine

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Biya Biya...

Biya, biya, ke nayabi chu ma digar yare,
Chu ma ba jumlajahan khud kujast dildare?
Biya, biya, wa bar har sue ruzgar mabar,
Ke nest naqd-i-tura pesh-i-ghair bazare.


Come, come for you will not find another friend like Me,
Where indeed is a Beloved like Me in all the world ?
Come, come, and do not spend your life in wandering to and fro,
Since there is no market elsewhere for your money.

Prof. Nicholson

Let Not the Moment Pass Unattended!

Hasti ke zohur mikonad dar hame shai’
Khaahi ke bari be haale vai baa hame pai
Rav bar sare mai habaab raa bin ke chesaan
Mai vai bovad andar mai o vai dar mai mai


Being manifests Itself in everything.
If you want to discover Its state in everything,
Go and see how the bubbles are on top of the wine:
The wine is they in them and they are wine in the wine!

Saturday, November 5, 2011


Today, a little while back I cam across this:

“Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than of being misunderstood.” 
― Friedrich Nietzsche

And was suddenly reminded of the following passage I wrote quite a couple of years back. Thought of sharing it here...

Woh tanha hay. Ye woh hamaisha say jan'ti thi. Magar woh tanha rehna chahta hay, ye woh nahi jan'ti thi. Isko lagta tha uskay ander ka genius, misunderstood honay kay khauf kay ba'is usay tanha rehnay par majboor karta hay. 
Bhala aisay kaisay ho sakta hay kay koi jeeta jaagta insaan, apnay jaisay baqi insaano say, unki qurbat say duur bhaagay? 
Laikin woh zindagi kay bohat say pehlo nahi jan'ti thi, aur ye bhi shayad unhi main say tha. 

Apni chotti si qainaat main us ne loagon ki aik prototype bana rakhi thi jis main essentially har koi acha hi tha, baqi loagon say lagao rakhnay wala. Haan oonch neech to har jagah hi hoti hay, chuna'chay woh apni iss qainaat main bhi oonch neech honay par waqti taur par pareshaan honay kay baad phir say apnay prototype par eimaan lay aati thi. 
She just couldn't be any other way. Magar jaisay mein ne pehlay bataya, zindagi kay baray main bohat kuch aisa tha jo woh nahi jan'ti thi.

Woh tanha tha. Magar iss liay nahi kay woh tanhaii pasand tha. Iss liay bhi nahi kay uska dil zindagi say, zindagi ki bheeR bhaaR say uchaat tha. Magar iss liay kion kay woh tanha rehna chahta tha. Uskay ander ka genius ussay tanha rehnay par majboor karta tha. Nahi, iss liay nahi kay woh misunderstood honay say kha'if tha. Balkay iss liay kay woh apna ye bharam qaa'im rakhna chahta tha kay baqi dunya, loag, uski genius ki gird bhi nahi pa saktay. Woh issay kabhi samajh nahi saktay. Usko ye dar nahi tha kay loag usay different samajh kar reject na kar dain. Uska khauf to bilkul alag tha; Ye kay loag kaheen usay apnay jaisa, apni hi tarah ka na samajh lain. Unhi ki tarah ka, aam sa! Uski infradiyat main hi to uski genius posheeda thi. Woh aam loagon ki tarah kaisay ho sakta tha?

Jab woh ye kehta, 'main isi liay kisi ko nahi batata, kisi say share nahi karta. Kisi ko samajh nahi aati', tou woh dard say choor ho jati. Uska akela-pun saanp bun kar isko dasnay lagta. Aur phir isko apni hi kisi baa-hosh lamhay main ki gai baat bhool jati kay 'uskay ander tou aik Namrood busta hay, apnay buland aahung dawa-e khudaii kay saath'. Apnay dukhtay dil kay saath uskay akelay-pun ko sehlaatay usay kabhi khayal bhi nahi aya kay woh kaheen iss liay bhi tou dunya say share karnay say nahi katraata kay kaheen wo dunya ko samajh na aa jaey? Kaheen uska enigma solve na ho jaey? Kaheen woh bhi one of the mob na ho jaey? Magar isko ye khayal aata bhi kaisay? Bataya hay na woh zindagi ko nahi jan'ti thi!

To be Continued...

Image Courtesy: Gabriella Mirollo

The Two-Way Road

No lover ever seeks union with his beloved,
But his beloved is also seeking union with him.
But the lover's love makes his body lean,
While the Beloved's love makes her fair and lusty.
When in this heart the lightning spark of love arises,
Be sure this Love is reciprocated in that heart.
When the Love of God arises in thy heart,
Without doubt God also feels love for thee.


Friday, November 4, 2011

Drunken Dabbling

Ishq ka Ain = Aboodiat ka Ain

Jinka maa'bood aaeenay main basta hai, unkay banday kabhi moatbar nahi ho paatay.

Ye kia kay ik sayaal main burd hon apnay sab asraar? 
Ho tasawurr-e yaar aur khat-e sabu pe kaun o makaan doal jaaen  

But why am I saying all this? 
Jo jantay hain, wo jantay hain...

Aur jo nahi jaantay... well, 
Tum na jaan pao gay!

PS: Btw, I dont restore to any drunkenness which is as cheap as being purchasable ... lest the post title should confuse you!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Aisa Ho?

Dil ishq main bey-payaan, sauda ho tou aisa ho, 
Darya ho tou aisa ho, sehraa ho tou aisa ho 

Ham sey nahin rishta bhi, Ham se nahin miltaa bhi, 
Hai paas vo betha bhi, dhoka ho tou aisa ho

Woh bhi raha begana, ham nay bhi na pehchana, 
Haan ay dil-e deewana, apna ho tou aisa ho! 

Ham ne yahi maanga tha, Uss ne yahi bakhsha hai, 
Banda ho tou aisa ho, daata ho tou aisa ho 

Iss daur main kya kya hai, rusvaai bhi lazzat bhi, 
Kaanta ho tou aisa ho, chubhta ho tou aisa ho

Ay Qais-e-janoon paisha Insha ko kabhi dekha? 
Vahshi ho tu aisa , rusvaa ho tu aisa ho!

Dil ishq main bey-payaan, sauda ho tou aisa ho, 
Darya ho tou aisa ho, sehraa ho tou aisa ho

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

May Allah pay you back in equal coins!

And trust me, you wouldn't be able to take the next breath if you had even an inkling of how severe it would be!