Aakhri Notice

Aakhri Notice aik aisee kahani ka unwaan hai, jo aj say das bars pehlay 'zehr-e bay-taryaaq' kay naam say shurroo hoi thi.

Ye aik ajeeb kahani hai. Iss main koi hero, heroine nahi hai. Iss main kisi perfect love story ko barbaad karta koi villain bhi nahi hai. Ap soach rahay hon gay phir iss kahani main kia khaas baat hai? Phir iss main kahani kia hai? Ap ki hairat bhi baja hai... Lekin jo baat apko samjhni hai, aur iss kahani kay kirdaaron ko bhi; wo yeh hai kay jo kahani zehr say shuroo ho, wo amrat par tou khatum nahi hoti na! 

Kaun bachta hai, kaun jeeta hai, dekhi jaey gi sab Aakhri Notice kay baad!

Abida Parveen meray liay kisi alien world ki awaz thi. Never appealing, never charming. Sufism meray liay bay rah'rawon ka likeable costume tha. Khusro could very well be just another idle musician with no better claim to fame. Farsi ka jadoo sir charh kay bolta hai, mujhay idraak na tha.  Frank Sinatra maray hoay baabon ki pasand hai, mujhay yaqeen tha. Dard, soaz, ishq ki dain kionkar ho saktay hain, meri samjh say, aur interest say bala'tar tha... par phir ... 

Bhar ke zehr pyala main te aapay peeta!

Ap jaantay hain phir kia hoa? Nahi jaantay? ...

Tan rabaab, mun ki giri,

Sau ragain, bhaio sab taar

Yeh rom rom surdes hai, so bajet naam tehaar!

Aur ab jab har rag-e jaan main gundha double helical DNA structure, uss zehr-e bay taryaaq main tar-batar ho chuka hai, tou ab kaghaz kay purzay mujhay khabr detay hain rukhsat-e kaafla-e shauq ki tayaari ka!

Ishq-e majaazi, ishq-e haqeeqi tak na lay jaey, tou mehaz daam-e hawwas hota hai. Par iska kia kiya jaey jab ishq-e haqeeqi tak lay janay wala ishq maa'toob-e gumaan ho jaey? Zaat kay har har reshay say lipti ap uss amr-bail ko kesay ye keh saktay hain kay 'bus bhai, bohat ho chuka! Ab peechay hato aakhri notice aa gaya hai!' Nahi keh saktay na? Amr-bailain kahan sunti hain? Wo tou bus phelti jati hain, barhti jati hain... seenay kay beech main apni jaRain pewast kati, agay hi agay chalti jati hain!

Kabhi kabhi meray seenay main bohat zoar se tees uthti hai, kay kaash itni tahi-daman na hoti, tou soaz-e mohabbat ki koi chingari main bhi sulga paati. Kahin meray naam ka diya bhi jalta kisi mazaar-e ulfat par! Lekin shayed Qudrat kay dain kay apnay pemaanay hain. 

Sach bataon, tou ye sab ilfaaz utnay hi bay masraf hain, jitnay pichlay das saal. Jitna wo aik yellow smiley wala card... jitna zehr-e bay-taryaaq ka mussawada. Jitni wo kaalay wrapper wali bon-bon toffee.

Bus aik sense of urgency hai. Kionkay ab khayaal kay dosh par honay wala zikr bhi baar-e gunah liay hoay ho ga.

I, hereby, surrender it all.

In safhon main rachi basi, Abida ki har taan main goonjti, farsi kay har shaer say phooTti, Khusro ki har kaafi say lipti, sufism ki aanch main sulagti, har mohabbat ki hikayat bay-unwaan hai. Uska koi naam nahi. Uska koi mukhatib nahi.

Ye Aakhri Notice hai.

Aur aakhri izhaar-e mohabbat bhi.

Lo hum nay daman jhaar diya, lo jaam ultaey detay hain!

Aur ab tou khayal bhi baar-e gunah liay hoay hota hai...




Ay mohabbat, teray anjaam pe rona aya!

Journey Of This Night

Following is reportedly Rumi's last sonnet.

رو سر بنه به بالین تنها مرا رها کن

ترک من خراب شبگرد مبتلا کن

ماییم و موج سودا، شب تا به روز تنها

خواهی بیا ببخشا ، خواهی برو جفا کن

از من گریز تا تو ، هم در بلا نیفتی

بگزین ره سلامت، ترک ره بلا کن

ماییم و آب دیده ، در کنج غم خزیده

بر آب دیده ما صد جای آسیا کن

خیره کشی است مارا ، دارد دلی چو خارا

بکشد ، کسش نگوید :" تدبیر خونبها کن"

بر شاه خوبرویان واجب وفا نباشد

ای زرد روی عاشق ، تو صبر کن، وفا کن

دردی است غیر مردن ، آن را دوا نباشد

پس من چگونه گویم کاین درد را دوا کن؟

در خواب ، دوش، پیری در کوی عشق دیدم

با دست اشارتم کرد که عزم سوی ما کن

گر اژدهاست بر ره ، عشق است چون زمرد

از برق این زمرد ، هین ، دفع اژدها کن

کلیّات شمس، ۲۰۳۹

Go, rest your head on a pillow, leave me alone;
leave me ruined, exhausted from the journey of this night,
writhing in a wave of passion till the dawn.
Either stay and be forgiving,
or, if you like, be cruel and leave.
Flee from me, away from trouble;
take the path of safety, far from this danger.
We have crept into this corner of grief,
turning the water wheel with a flow of tears.
While a tyrant with a heart of flint slays,
and no one says, "Prepare to pay the blood money."
Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times,
but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.
No cure exists for this pain but to die,
So why should I say, "Cure this pain"?
In a dream last night I saw
an ancient one in the garden of love,
beckoning with his hand, saying, "Come here."
On this path, Love is the emerald,
the beautiful green that wards off dragon's nough,
I am losing myself.
If you are a man of learning,
read something classic,
a history of the human struggle
and don't settle for mediocre verse.


-Rumi's Last Sonnet
Kolliyat-i-Shams, 2039

Pi Kar Bhi Kahan Jana!

Last night I came across a verse shared at twitter, that belonged to the following track. 

Raat se subh ho gai, ye kaif-e mastaaN khatum ho kay na dia! :)

This is the very track from where I had joined the fan club of this phenomenon they call Abida!

Abida Parveen's vocals rendering a Superb kalaam, supported by western instruments in a hybrid composition.

Main naara-e-mastana,  main shouqi- e- rindana
Main tashna kahan jaaon, pi kar bhi kahan jana


Main souz-e-mohabbat hoon, main aik qayamat hoon
Main ashk-e-nadaamat hoon, main gohar-e-yakdana


Main tahir-e-laahooti, main johar-e-malkooti
Nasoot ne kab mujh ko is haal mein pehchana


Main shamm-e- farozaan hoon, main aatish-e-larzaan hoon
Main sozish-e-hijraan hoon, main manzil-e-parwana


Kis yaad ka sehra hoon, kis chashm ka darya hoon
Khud toor ka jalwa hoon, hai shakl qalbhana


Main husn-e-mujassim hoon, main gesu-e-barham hoon
Main phool hoon shabnam hoon, main jalwa-e-janana


Main wasif-e-bismil hoon, main ronaq-e-mehfil hoon
Ik toota howa dil hoon, main shehar mein veerana

Love Letter

Source: her0inchic.tumblr.com via Susan on Pinterest

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Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey.  She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her.  I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words: 

Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, Meredith 

We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. 

A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet.  I told her that I thought He had. 

Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note: 

Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by.  Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love. Love, God…

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Author anonymous.

Aj Ki Raat, Aur Uska Chaand, Insha Kay Sath

Sham samay aik oonchi seehriyon walay ghar kay angan main

Chaand ko utaray daikha hum nay, chaand bhi kaisa? Poora chaand

Insha jee in chahnay wali, daikhnay wali ankhoon nay

Mulkon mulkon, shehron shehron, kaisa kaisa daikha chaand

Har aik chaand ki apni dhuj thi, har aik chaand ka apna roop

Lekin aisa roshan roshan, hansta baatain karta chaand?

Dard ke Tees tu uth'ti thi, par itni bhi, bharpoor kabhi?

Aaj say pehlay kab utra tha dil main itna gehra chaand!

Hum nay tu kismat kay dar say jab paye andhayaray paye

Yeh bhi chaand ka sapna ho ga, kaisa chaand, kahaan ka chaand?

Insha jee dunya walon main bay-saathi, bay-dost rahay

Jaisay taaron kay jhurmat main tanha chaand, akela chaand

In ka daman iss doulat say khaali ka khaali hi raha

Warna tha dunya main kitnay chaandi chaand aur sona chaand

Jug kay charon koat main ghooma, selaani hayraan howa

Iss basti kay iss koochay kay iss angan main aisa chaand?

Ankhoon main bhi, chitwan main bhi, chaand hi chaand jhalaktay hain

Chaand hi teeka, chaand hi jhoomar, chehra chaand aur maatha chaand

Aik yeh chaand nagar ka baasi jis say door raha sunjoag

Warna iss dunya main sab nay chaha chaand aur paya chaand

Anbar nay dharti par phaikee noor ki cheent, udaas udaas

Aaj ki shab tu andhi shab thi, aaj kidhar say nikla chaand?

Insha jee yeh aur nagar hai, iss basti ke reet yehi hai

Sab ki apni apni ankhain, sab ka apna apna chaand

Apnay seenay kay mat'la par jo chamka woh chaand howa

Jis nay man kay andhyaaray mein aan kiya uj'yaara, chaand

Chanchal muskaati muskaati gori ka mukhra, mehtaab

Patt jhar kay paiRoon main at'ka, peela sa ik patta chaand

Dukh ka darya, sukh ka sagar iss kay dam say daikh liye

Hum ko apnay saath he lay kar dooba aur ubhra chaand

Jhuki jhuki palkoon kay neechay numnaaki ka naam na tha!

Yeh kanta jo humain chubha hai, kaash tujhay bhi chubhta chaand

Roshniyoon ki peeli kirchain, poorab pacham phail gaeen

Tu nay kis shay kay dhookay main, pathar pay day tapka chaand?

Hum nay tou dono ko daikha, dono hi bay-dard, kathoar!

Dharti wala, anbar wala, pehla chaand aur dooja chaand!

Chaand kisi ka ho nahi sakta, chaand kisi ka hota hai?

Chaand ki khatir zid nahi kartay, aye meray achay Insha chaand!

Ibn-e-Insha

Prank, Ploy, Plot

A view filling your vision completely, may still not be the complete picture!

And on that note, have a great night, folks! :)

Jinhain Ehtamaal'e Bahaar Tha

... Wohi phool rung badal gaey!


Tonight I can die of an overdose of the following :)

The poet of this epic ghazal is Shair Lakhnavi.