Ja Namazi, Dekh Li Teri Namaz!

Do din bhi agar meri si halat ho jaye
Maalom shab e gham ki haqiqat ho jaye
Bejurm o khata mujh ko mitanay walay
Allah karay tujh ko mohabbat ho jaye

Ab sabr karo nala e paiham na karo
Jab mein he nahi hoon to mera gham na karo
Yeh apni ruswai hai apne haaton
Lillah meri laash pe maatam na karo

Wo un ko mera marg e nagahan nadeeda nadeeda
Sub ke hoonton pe tabassum tha mere qatl ke baad
Jaanay kya sooch ke rota raha qaatil tanha
Wo un ko mera marg e nagahan, nadeeda nadeeda

aur jigar bey chain laikin guftugu sanjeeda sanjeeda
ajab masti bhari aankhein magar tarseeda tarseeda
sar e baali tabassum lab pe dil ranjeeda ranjeeda
manaya ja raha hai mera gham posheeda posheeda

tamasha dekhiye mayree lehad se sar nahi uth'ta
mujhe khud he mita baithe hein, aur khud he pasehmaan hein
manaya ja raha hai mera gham posheeda posheeda

yeh kab se aa gayeen tabdeeliyan khayalon mein
huzoor kab se ghareebon kay khairkhuwah howay
manaya ja raha hai mera gham posheeda posheeda

dam-e-akheer qayamat yeh dha raha hai koi
ke mout aanay ko hai, aur ja raha hai koi
mere khuda, mujhe thori si zindagi day day
udaas mere janazay se ja raha hay koi, dekho
manaya ja raha hai mera gham posheeda posheeda

sabr-o- qaraar chheena, surat dikha ke tu ne
barbad ker dia dil, dil mein sama ke tu ne
basti ujaar dali, basti basa ke tu ne
aray apna bhi dil dukhaya, mujh ko mita ke tu ne
ab, manaya ja raha hai mera gham posheeda posheeda

bohot badnaam hoga hashr mein tu naam ke badle
unhein shohrat se kya matlab, jo hein Allah ke bande
yeh niyyat chor meri bandagi, dekhein jahan walay
mazaa jab hai ke dunya per na ho zahir tere sajde
Khuda ki tu ibadat ker magar posheeda posheeda

sajdoN ka sila jannat maange
Allah se yeh ujrat maange
karta hai ibadat ka souda
zahid na hoa mazdoor hoa
bus! Khuda ki tu ibadat ker magar posheeda posheeda

kya ibadat hai teri jab ke tu yaksu he na tha
Rabb to mojood tha, ay shaikh wahaan tu he na tha
dil hai behatka hoa bekaif nazar aata hai
tu ibadat mein bhi dunya ki khabar rakhta hai

aik din Majnu ka aisa haal tha
yaad e Laila mein sarapa choor tha
khaak e sehra chhanta phirta tha wo
wahaane Laila her ghari karta tha wo

hoshiyari dekheiye deewane ki
sair karne chal dia veeranaey ki
aadmi aik parh raha tha wahan namaaz
dil mein kuch rakhta na tha sooz o gudaaz
ker raha tha wo namaz e Haq adaa
majnu us ke samnay ho ker chala
khatam ker ke phir namaaz us ne kaha
tujh ko doon is fail ki mein kya saza
aa gaya meri ibadat mein khalal
samnay se tu gaya mere nikal
bola Majnu ke mein ne Laila ki qasam dekha nahi

bola Majnu ke mein ne Laila ki qasam dekha nahi
warna samnay sajde ke mein aata nahi
bola Majnu ishq e Laila mein sarapa choor tha
aur dekhne se mein tujhe majboor tha
per tu Khuda ke samnay kaisa juhka
apni aankhon se raha tu dekhta
mujh ko to hai ishq fani zaat ka
tujh ko to hai ishq hai Maula zaat ka
kia isi ko kehte hein sooz o gudaaz
kia isi ko kehte hein sooz o gudaaz
ja namaazi dekh li teri namaaz
bus! Khuda ki tu ibadat ker magar posheeda posheed

kia isi ko kehte hein sooz o gudaaz
ja namaazi dekh li teri namaaz
khuda ki tu ibadat ker magar poshida poshida

le ke tasbeeh aur musallah aik aabid chal diya
dhoondne Allah ko sehra mein wo rehne laga
aik hiran bhi saath mein us ke wahaan rehne laga
aur usi sehra mein wo bhi dorne phirne laga

aik din zahid ne pocha yaar ye kya baat hai
arsa e muddat se tera aur mera saath hai
tujh ko bethe dekhta hoon aur na sotay dekhta
ja baja phirta hai tu aur ya ke rehta hai khara

sun ke bola yeh hiran! ta'ajub ki kya baat hai
aashiqo ke wastay kya din hai aur kya raat hai
mere andar mushk hai mein is liyeh rehta hoon mast
tere ander ishq hai tu is liyeh rehta hai mast

mushk ki khushboo se hardam doorta phirta hoon mein
apni aankhon se Khuda ko dekhta rehta hoon mein
Us se milne ka tareeqa aa tu mujh se seekh le
ishq mein hasti mita de phir tu Allah dekh le

Khuda ke waste zahid na ker numa'ishi sajde
Khuda ki tu ibadat ker magar posheeda posheeda

jahan tak ho sakay mazloom ko ronay nahi dete
aur kisi nadaar ko bhooka kabhi sonay nahi dete
bakar e pardaposhi khalq per khone nahi dete
khabar is haath ki us haath ko honay nahi dete
sakhi khairat karte hein magar posheeda posheeda

tumhare samnay betha hoa hoon sakht mushkil mein
musafir jaisay aa jata hai wehshatnak manzil mein
bayaan karte hoay darta hoon jo kuch hai mere dil mein
buri kuch aur to baatein nahi hein teri mehfil mein
magar yeh chupke chupke guftugu posheeda posheeda

aur kisi ghar ki taraf takna kabhi phir mur ke ghabrana
kaheen per chandni ko dekh ker saaye mein chupp jana
qamar aik he na kya laakhon sitaro ne na pehchana
ajab andaaz se waday pe unka raat ko aana
dabay paaon nazar behki howi posheeda posheeda

manaya ja raha hai mera gham posheeda posheeda

Poet: Ustad Qamar Jalalwi

Ja namazi, dekh li teri namaz!

Recipe

کر لے دل دی صفائی جے دیدار چاہیدا

تو جہان توں کی لینا، تینوں یار چاہیدا

Kar lay dil di safai jay Deedaar chahida

Tu jahaan toN ki lena,tenu Yaar chahida!

لوڑ ہے تیری نہ تیرے کم دی

نیت باجھ نماز کس کم دی؟


Tere hundiya sundya mehbooba tera mujrim haa je mein hova 
Tere hundiya sundya mehbooba tera mujrim haa je mein hova 

sab zaat safat amanat teri nahi kuch mera sab tera 
mein te jadun da vich quran de parya tera shahrag de vich dheera 
har pase sohne yaar da chehra mein te veekhya char chafeera 
jadyaar da sab kuj yaar deewane fir mein vich kuj nai mera

Tere hundiya sundya mehbooba tera mujrim haa je mein hova 
So teri sohniya tu hi eh hovay shirk ayan je mein hova 
Kiddhe awal nai mein akhir nahi ,kidhe batan nai mein zahir nai 
har pase sohniya dina tu dise mera nishan je mein hova 

Sohna sare jahan tu yaar mera,Ohno deen akha ke emaan akha
Ohdi zid na nid na misl kidre,Benishan akha ke nishan akha 
Sorat vich zahir batin besurat ,lamakan akha ke makahan akha
Akha rooh ,misaal ke jism akha ya deewanya kamil insan akha 

Eh khuda ghulzar tu ,bhaag o bahar o ban vi tu
Har jaga roshan vi tu soraj vi tu te chan vi tu
Sari kainaat da fankaar tu ,te fun vi tu
Tu hi tu eh sohniya har tan vi tu te maann vi tu

har pase sohniya disna tu dise mera nishan je mein hova 
Kuj nai har cheez jogi kuj nahi eh khuda tere siwa bas hoor doja kuj nai

Nehaan vi tu ,aya vi tu nasheen vi tu nishan vi tu 
Sahib e la-makan vi tu ,makeen vi tu makan vi tu 
Raaz tu ,nayaz tu, ghaib tu, mojood vi tu 
Dhair tu ,haram vi tu abad vi tu te mabood vi tu

Gham us jayi faza de vich kul di ik sada vi tu
Aap « fayakoon »tu ,Banda vi tu khuda bi
Dar khashr da rakhye dil vich kuon jad mein hi nahi fir dar kahda ?
Un had ddi te had disdi nahi ,had lagdi ta je mein hovaa

Jis dawa kitta mein wala oh pal vich hun iblees gya
Ohne yaar nu vakhrya samjya si mein ki samja je mein hova ?
Kadhi ganj shakar ban jana eh ,kadhi khuwaja piya ban ana eh 
Nit naye tu roop watana eh , mein pharya ja je mein hova 

Jithe hai ikko zaat haq di eh ,meri zaat koi nai te safat koi nai
Wallah khaak numani ne bholna ki ,bina yaar bhole hondi baat koi nai
Baqi yaar mera mein te haan faani ,meri hoor is tu karamat koi nai
Tenu fir deewanya ki d sa meri sift ki eh jidhi zaat koi nai 

Voice Of The Moon

“Music is the language of the spirit. It opens the secret of life bringing peace, abolishing strife.” 

― Khalil Gibran

"Abolishing strife", I vouch for it!

We, The Music Makers Kuch Ghazlon Kay

Just this morning I came across this poem:

“We are the music-makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams.

World-losers and world-forsakers,

Upon whom the pale moon gleams;

Yet we are the movers and shakers,

Of the world forever, it seems.”

- Arthur O'Shaughnessy

Yes ... read it again ...

“We are the music makers, 

and we are the dreamers of dreams.” 

Do you, too, hear Fareeda Khanum's voice in your head:

Hum naghma sara kuch ghazlon kay, hum soorat gar kuch khwaboN kay

Such an uncanny resemblance! no? :) 

Like the baffling bright of a spring sun, or the sad crisp of the autmn leaves, like the haunting pale of moon, truth is independent of cultures, or languages .

The pains, the pleasures, the dreams, the schemes, of those in love, are just the same all across the world ...

:) Baat phir waheen aa kar rukti hai kay ... bay-jazba'ay shauq sunaein kia? Koi khwab na ho tou bataein kia?

Wo Ishq Jo Hum Say Rooth Gaya - Fareeda Khanum

Uff.. haey .. ufff ... etc. etc. :)

Till My Words Return To Me - Habla Me

For a couple of months now there have been quite a few pregnant thoughts and unborn stories that await being touched... you know, touching with fingers - the kind of touch that grants existance to thought from electrical pulses within neurons into the world of binary reality.

So much going on at such a whirlwind pace, at times I wonder if there's a way to make things go slow. Or to make words be born a little more easily? ...  So that they eat up less onto your heart in their efforts to survive the trauma of coming into existance.

Till the time my words return to me and let me touch them as I please, to my fill, I can only raise a toast to them ...

(Translation via web)

Talk to me

Like I flirt with you

Love me

Like I love you

It's a love that is possible

For I kept what love I had

I kept what love I had

It's like a film, and it will return

Love me

Like I flirt with you

Love me

Like I love you

It's a love that is possible

For I kept what love I had

I kept what love I had

It's like a dream, and it will return

And you will come to see

That there is no understanding

For I kept what love I had

I kept what love I had

It's like a dream, and it will return

I know that you will return, and love will not end

For I kept what love I had

I kept what love I had

It's like a dream, and it will return

Or so I hope! :) 

Guest Post From The Blog 'Tangled Up In Blue': "...Of The Voice Of The Rohi"

I've no words to describe the beauty of the following post. 

If anything, it's a treasure trove for anyone in love!

It is of the voice of the Rohi! 

It has the essence of Rohi, in various different voices carrying it over the sound waves...

Don't trust my word, just click on the link, and find for yourself!

" Tangled Up In Blue: ...Of The Voice Of The Rohi ": If you stopped me on the street tomorrow and asked, "What's the proudest day of your life?" I wouldn't hesitate a second before answerin...

Unconditionally ...

I just listened to this song, and instantaneously fell in love with it. There are a couple of people in my life I can say this to. Unabashedly. 

Are there any in yours too? :)

The Symphony Of The Soul

يـار مـرا , غار مـرا , عشق جگر خـوار مـرا
يـار تـوئی , غار تـوئی , خواجه نگهدار مـرا

نوح تـوئی , روح تـوئی , فاتح و مفتوح تـوئی
سينه مشروح تـوی , بر در اسرار مـرا

نـور تـوئی , سـور تـوئی , دولت منصور تـوئی
مرغ کــه طور تـوئی , خسته به منقار مـرا

قطره توئی , بحر توئی , لطف توئی , قهر تـوئی
قند تـوئی , زهر تـوئی , بيش ميازار مـرا

حجره خورشيد تـوئی , خانـه ناهيـد تـوئی
روضه اوميد تـوئی , راه ده ای يار مـرا

روز تـوئی , روزه تـوئی , حاصل در يـوزه تـوئی
آب تـوئی , کوزه تـوئی , آب ده اين بار مـرا

دانه تـوئی , دام تـوی , باده تـوئی , جام تـوئی
پخته تـوئی , خام تـوئی , خام بمـگذار مـرا

- Rumi 

Qissa Kotah...

...

Aye Tabib-e-Jumla Illat Haye Maa!

When inward tenderness finds the secret hurt,

pain itself will crack the rock and Ah!!!

let the SOUL emerge.

- Rumi

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

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.

Life Tiptoed. Out.

He loved her. 

But what he hated with greater intensity, were all the times he had proved to be less of a man. 

And with her came their reminders!

Che Goyem?

Hallaj steps away from the pulpit and climbs the stairs to the gallows. - Rumi

Melody Keeps Playing

The Holy Or The Broken ...

... Hallelujah 

Aj Ki Raat

Enjoy Your Coffee

A group of highly placed alumni visited their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work & life.

Offering them coffee, the professor returned from kitchen with a pot of coffee & an assortment of cups - porcelain, glass, crystal, some plain-looking, some expensive, some exquisite.

He asked them to help themselves to hot coffee.

When all had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said, "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain ones. 

While it is but normal for you to want only the best, that is also the source of your stress. What you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you still went for the best cups & were eyeing each other's cup.

If life is coffee, then jobs, money & status in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold & contain life.

Don't let the cups drive you,

Enjoy the coffee!" :)

-Anon






Hey, and dont forget to listen to this ;)

After All This Time…

We saw Beauty & The Beast today :)

"After all this time…he has finally learned to love."