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.

Mohabbat - Dynamics

تخلیق ہمیشہ محبّت سے پھوٹتی ہے. اس کو محبت ہی پال پوس کر پروان چڑھاتی ہے. پھر یہ محبت ہی کی طرف قدم بڑھاتی ہے اور اسی میں گم ہو جاتی ہے.
لیکن محبت کا دروازہ ان لوگوں پر کھلتا ہے جو اپنی انا اور اپنے نفس سے منہ موڑ لیتے ہیں. اپنی انا کو کسی کے سامنے پامال کر دینا مجازی عشق ہے. اپنی انا کو بہت سوں کے آگے پامال کر دینا عشق حقیقی ہے.
محبت جنسی جذبے کا نام نہیں. جو لوگ جنس کو محبت کا نام دیتے ہیں وہ ساری عمر محبت سے عاری رهتے ہیں. جب محبت اپنے نقطہ عروج پہ پہنچتی ہے جنس خود بہ خود ختم ہو جاتی ہے جنس سے انحراف کر کے یا اسے دبا کر اس سے چھٹکارا حاصل نہیں کیا جا سکتا. محبت میں اتر کر اس سے گلو خلاصی کی جا سکتی ہے.
محبّت کا سفر اختیار کرنے کے لیے پہلی منزل فیملی یونٹ کی ہے. جو شخص پہلی منزل تک ہی نہیں پہنچ پاتا وہ آخری منزل پر کسی صورت بھی نہیں پہنچ سکتا
فیملی اور کنبے کو قائم رکھنا محبّت ہی کی ذمیداری ہے.
محبّت کے بغیر انسان ایک فرد ہے. ایک ایگو ہے, خالی انا ہے. اس کا کوئی گھر بار نہیں، کوئی فیملی نہیں، اس کا دوسروں کے ساتھ کوئی رشتہ نہیں، کوئی تعلق نہیں. یہ بے تعلقی یہ نا رشتیداری موت ہے، زندگی تعلق ہے، رشتےداری ہے.

(اقتباس: اشفاق احمد کی کتاب "زاویہ ٣" کے باب "محبت کی حقیقت" کے صفحہ نمبر "٢٣٩" سے)

Quite amusingly it reminded me of my last night's post Life Tiptoed. Out.

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

Realize ...

Saline Words

"Writing for me was always a great stress reliever, a way of dealing with pain." - Bret Easton Ellis

Thursday, the 15th of March 2012...

When expiration and existence came like sweeping waves, crashing over me. 

An experience whose electricity is still running through my nerves!

It was an ordinary day, a rather lazy one. My second mug of coffee was half way through when the cell beeped at 11:13 am. I glanced over the screen and found kid's school name flashing over the screen. Something just ticked a time bomb inside me. It didn't take even a second for the call to be answered.

hello?

Is this angel's mother?

Yes.

I'm angel's teacher.

Is everything ok?

Can you come to school?

Is he hurt?

Yes.

Is he bleeding?

(Pause) A little.

Is he crying?

He was. But he is settled now. He has a chocolate in his hand and we are sitting in the office.

I'll be there in 30 minutes. Could you please tell him that his mama is coming?

I will.

I had left my office before clicking 'End Call'.

What followed were the 12 longest minutes of my life! 

It took the next 12 minutes to reach his school, and a score of times I experienced extinction.

As I entered the school gate, a school staff stepped out of the Admin office across the school yard with two blood stained towels in hand. Another cessation!

I stepped in the office at 11:25am and there, just on the extreme left, there he was.

The next 4 hours I kept doubting God's capacity to grant me enough strength to enable me keep acting as the tenacious support for my son. 

I wanted to cry with him. To just hold him in my arms kissing his blood stained neck... and cry!

36 hours have eloped since then, and I still can feel the salt of the tears held back, in my throat.

But, I didn't cry.

I couldn't cry, for his confidence in  me as his support asked me to remain strong.

This is when he slept later at home. 

Do you see that tightly snuggled li'll kitty? :)

"Mama, teacher Yasmeen (his headmistress) said, when the child's parents gonna see him like this, they'll have a 'hard attack'", he revealed to me as I tucked him in the blanket.

He decided to be the 'Baba' (father) of the kitty, "bilkul jaisee ap meri mama ho" (just the kind you make my mom)

I'm not sure if it would actually be a great idea to be just like me, but I sure loved the way he snuggled the kitty in his arms.

Charming, Not!

میں نے انتظار کرنے والوں کو دیکھا.انتظار کرتے کرتے سو جانے والوں کو بھی اور مر جانے والوں کو بھی. میں نے مضطرب نگاہوں اور بے چین بدنوں کودیکھا ہے.آہٹ پے لگے ہوئے کانوں کے زخموں کو دیکھا.انتظار میں کانپتے ہوئے ہاتھوں کو دیکھا . منتظر آدمی کے دو وجود ہوتے ہیں. ایک وہ جو مقررہ جگہ پر انتظار کرتا ہے، دوسرا وہ جو جسد خاکی سے جدا ہو کر پذیرائی کے لئے بہت دور نکل جاتا ہے. جب انتظار کی گھڑیاں دنوں،مہینوں اور سالوں پر پھیل جاتی ہیں تو کبھی کبھی دوسرا وجود واپس نہیں آتا اور انتظار کرنے والے کا وجود،اس خالی ڈبے کی طرح رہ جاتا ہے جسے لوگ خوبصورت سمجھ کر سینت کے رکھ لیتے ہیں او کبھی اپنے آپ سے جدا نہیں کرتے. یہ خالی ڈبا کئی بار بھرتا ہے، قسم قسم کی چیزیں اپنے اندر سمیٹتا ہے، لیکن اس میں "وہ" لوٹ کر نہیں آتا جو پذیرائی کے لئے آگے نکل گیا تھا .ایسے لوگ بڑے مطمین اورپورے طور پہ شانت ہوجاتے ہیں .ان مطمئن، پرسکون اور شانت لوگوں کی پر سنیلٹی میں بڑا چارم ہوتا ہے اور انہیں اپنی باقی ماندہ زندگی اسی چارم کے سہارے گزارنی پڑتی ہے.یہی چارم آپ کو سوفیا کی شخصیتوں میں نظر آے گا.یہی چارم عمر قدیوں کے چہرے پر دکھائی دے گا اور اسی چارم کی جھلک آپکو عمر رسیدہ پروفیسروں کی آنکھوں میں نظر آے گی.

از اشفاق احمد، "سفر در سفر" سے انتخاب

And life is different when the wait is no more.

Melody Keeps Playing

Maybe Not...

This Demanded A Share

Kaash...


Kaash...




Daily Express News Story

Today

Iss Basti Kay Ik Koochay Main...

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Post by Touching with fingers the naked body of dreams.

Parbat kay us par dais mein zindagi yun machalti thi jaisay shoakh pahaari jharnay... athlaati, khilkhilati, gungunati! 

Parbat ki bulandioon par basayra karti barf ki haakmiyat ko bus issi ik dais ki garamjoshi challenge karti thi; musalsal na khatum honay walla challenge! 

Har roaz aankhain moonday angraiyaan laita susst sa sooraj rooee kay gaaloon kay beech se us gahazbnaak malkaa ko daikhta, jiska sard-tar mizaaj us dais ki naqabal-e shikast baghawat par aag-bagoola hoay jata.


...

Nafrat ki ye aag itni pheli kay parbat ki bulandiooon se us sard-ro hakim ne us garm-khoo dais ko mitanay kay liay miti main milna gawara kar liya! 

Aik sailaab aya, aur basti ko baha kar le gaya ... 

Duur. Bohat duur. Nigah kay haq se bhi paray...


Basti, khaak nasheenoN ki thi. So, wo mitti main mitti ho gai.

Masla tou us sard saltanat ka hai...

Us sar-e pur-ghuroor ka jo mitti ko mitti main mila denay kay liay pani main beh gaya!


Ab kuch nahi jo parbat ki bulandioon par basayra karti us barf ki haakmiyat ko challenge karta ho. Laikin naajanay kion apnay seenay ki barfeeli khunki kay bawajood, us ka dil thunda kion nahi ho raha...



Ab hota koi Kabeer ka rung, tou raavi us hukmaraan ki fatah ka qisa likhta,

"bhala hoa mori matki phooti re..."


Lekin, ab, raavi us shoakh ahang dais ki mitti main mili zindagi ko dekhay ga aur iss shikast par sirf ye likhay ga...


"*Chal Khusro ghar aapnay, saanjh bheyo chahu des"




*Let's, O Khusru, head home now. The dusk settles all across now.

Tark-e Taluqaat Pe...

Ajeeb hoti hai raah-e sukhn bhi dekh Naseer 
Wahan bhi aa gaey aakhir, jahan rasaee na thi


-Naseer Turabi

For It Isn't Written Over Paper ...

Ameen!

It was narrated from Anas ibn Maalik (may Allah be pleased with him) that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) said:

اللهُمَّ لا سَهْلَ إلا مَا جَعَلتَهُ سَهْلا وَ أنتَ تَجْعَلُ الحزْنَ إذا شِئْتَ سَهْلا

“O Allah! Nothing is easy but that which You make easy and You can make hardship easy if You will.”

َ.إِنَّكَ عَلَى مَا تَشَاءُ قَدِيرٌ وَ أَنْتَ حَسْـبُنَا اللَّهُ وَ نِعْمَ الْوَكِيلُ

“O Allah! You do whatever You wish, and You are my Availer and Protector and Best of aid.”

And HE Beckoned

Aj subah mujhay Allah ji pe bohat pyar aya.. Bohat sara. I realized kay banda apnay zarf ka aseer hai, aur Maa'bood ka zarf Uski shaan hai!

Apparently, kuch aisa nahi hoa jo koi mark of achievement ho. Balkay rationally speaking, all that could/couldn't go wrong... went wrong.

Aur us waqt when, deeply distressed, I took up my sick, crying prince up in my arms and he hid his face in the crook of my neck, mujhay Allah ji pe bohat pyar aya.

My kid was in pain, and he came to me with all his guards down, convinced of my touch to heal him. That is exactly how we behave.

Pain, takleef are just a means to draw one close. Close to the One WHO is the healer.

Jab WOH khud apni panah, aur us main simat aanay kay jawaaz bhi de raha ho, tou kaun ho ga jo apnay naseeb pe nazaaN na ho!

Catch 22

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Illusions

It's awkward when you wake up with a start in the middle of a cold night, the realization hitting you faster than the darkness of the room, is that: There was a February 14 in 2003, as well!


'Time is an illusion', you must repeat to yourself. And go back to sleep.

Whats Your Reason?

Is it the scent of flowers dead since long, bringing one to revisit a mausoleum again & again. And again... Or is it the guilt of a kill?

The Holy Or The Broken ...

... Hallelujah 

The Company

NOW, VERILY, it is We who have created man, and We know what his innermost self whispers within him: for We are closer to him than his neck-vein.

Al Quran 50:16

When I Have Fears

When I have fears that I may cease to be  

  Before my pen has glean’d my teeming brain,  

Before high piled books, in charact’ry,  

  Hold like rich garners the full-ripen’d grain;  

When I behold, upon the night’s starr’d face,  

  Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,  

And think that I may never live to trace  

  Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;  

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour!  

  That I shall never look upon thee more,  

Never have relish in the faery power  

  Of unreflecting love!—then on the shore  

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think  

Till Love and Fame to nothingness do sink.

- John Keats