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April 30, 2009 at 2:13 pm (poetry)

mira junoon-e-vafaa hai zavaal aamaadah
shikast ho gayaa tera fasoon-e-zebaaii
un aarzooN pe chhaii hai gard-e-maayoosi
jinhoN ne tere tabassum meiN parvarish paaii

fareb-e-shauq ke raNgeeN talism TuuT gaye
haqeeqatoN ne havaadis se phir jalaa paayii
sukoon-o-Khwaab ke parde sarakte jaate haiN
damaaGh-o-dil meiN hai vahshat ki kaar-farmaaii

vo taare jin meiN muhabbat ka noor taabaaN thaa
vo taare Doob gaye le ke raNg-o-raa’naaii
sulaa gayii thiiN jinheiN teri multafat nazreiN
vo dard jaag uThe phir se le kar aNgRaaii

ajeeb aalam-e-afsurdagii hai roo ba-faroGh
na ab nazar ko taqaazaa na dil tamannaaii
tiri nazar, tire gesu, tiri jabeeN, tire lab
mirii udaas tabee’yat hai sab se uktaaii

maiN zindagii ke haqaa’iq se bhaag aaya thaa
k mujh ko Khud meiN chhupaa le tiri fusooN-zaaii
magar yahaaN bhi ta’aqub kiyaa haqaa’iq ne
yahaaN bhi mil na sakii jannat-e-shakeb’aaii

har ek haath meiN le kar hazaar aa’eene
hayaat baNd dareechoN se bhi guzar aayii
mire har ik taraf se ek shor gooNjaa hai
aur us meiN Doob gayii ishratoN ki shahnaaii

kahaaN talak koii zindah haqeeqatoN se bache
kahaaN talak kare chhup chhup ke naGhma pairaaii
voh dekh saamne ke pur-shikvaa aivaaN se
kisii kiraaye kii laRkii kii cheeKh Takraaii

voh phir samaaj ne do pyaar karne vaaloN ko
sazaa ke taur pe baKhshii taveel tanhaaii
phir ek teerah-o-taareek jhoNpaRii ke tale
sisakte bachche pe bevaah kii aaNkh bhar aaii

voh phir bikii kisii majboor kii javaaN beTii
voh phir jhukaa kisii dar pe Gharoor-e-barnaaii
voh phir kisaanoN ke majmooa’ pe gun-mashiinoN se
haqooq yaaftaa tabqe ne aag barsaaii
sakoot-e-halqa-e-zindaaN se ek goooNj uThii
aur us ke saath mire saathiyoN kii yaad aayii

nahiiN nahiiN mujhe youN multafat nazar se na dekh
nahiiN nahiiN mujhe ab taab-e-naGhmaa pairaaii
miraa junoon-e-vafaa hai zavaal aamaadah
shikast ho gayaa teraa fasoon-e-zebaaii

Glossary:

zavaal-aamaadah = ready for failure, leading towards decline
fasoon-e-zebaai = beautiful, elegant charm or magic-spell
gard-e-maayoosii = the dust of hopelessness
tabassum = smile
parvarish paaii = raised
fareb-e-shauq = the tricks of love
talism = magic-spells
haqeeqatoN = realities
hawaadis = plural of “haadsaa”–> events
jalaa paaii = received brilliance
sukoon-o-Khwaab = peace and dreams
kaar-farmaaii = administration, supervision
taabaaN = glittering, shining
raa’naaii = beauty
multafat = politeness, kindness
afsurdagi = sadness
roo ba-faroGh = in face with all splendour and brightness
taqaazaa = urgency, demanding, pressing
gesuu = hair
jabeeN = forehead
tabee’yat = nature, disposition
uktaaii = fed up
haqaa’iq = realities, truths
fusooN-zaaii = the manifestation of enchantment (za’aii in Persian means “manifest”)
ta’aqub = Following, pursuit; persecution
jannat-e-shakeb’aaii = peace .. the heaven of peace
hayaat = life
ishratoN = luxury
naGhma-pairaaii = adorning songs, decorating with songs
pur-shikvaa = full of complaints
aivaaN = halls, galleries
taveel = long
teerah-o-taareek = obscure and dark
bevaa = widow
Gharoor-e-barnaaii = the youthful pride, young pride
majmooa’ = collection
gun-mashiinoN = machine-guns
haqooq = rights
yaafta = founders
haqooq-yaafta = those who attained their rights
tabqe = degree, ranks, orders
sakoot = silence
halqah = circle, fraternity, company, assembly
zindaaN = prison
sakoot-e-halqah-e-zindaaN = the silences of the imprisonned fraternity (or the silence inside the prison)
taab-e-naGhmaa-pairaaii = the patience or strength to decorate with songs

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har tamaashaa_ii faqat saahil se manzar dekhataa

April 29, 2009 at 2:14 pm (poetry) 

har tamaashaa_ii faqat saahil se manzar dekhataa
kaun dariyaa ko ulaTataa kaun gauhar dekhataa 

[tamaashaa_ii=spectator; faqat=merely; saahil=river side]
[ma.nzar=spectacle/show/view; gauhar=pearl] 

vo to duniyaa ko merii diivaangii Khush aa ga_ii
tere haathon mein vagarnaa pahalaa patthar dekhataa 

[vagarnaa=otherwise] 

aaNkh main aaNsuu jaDe the par sadaa tujh ko na dii
is tavaqqo par ki shaayad tuu palaT kar dekhataa 

[sadaa=call; tavaqqo=hope] 

merii qismat kii lakiiren mere haathon main na thiin
tere maathe par koii meraa muqaddar dekhataa 

[qismat=fate; lakiire.n=lines; maathe=forehead]
[muqaddar= destiny/fate] 

zindagii phailii hu_ii thii shaam-e-hijraa.N kii tarah
kis ko itanaa hausalaa thaa kaun jii kar dekhataa 

[shaam-e-hijraa.N=evening of separation; hausalaa=strength] 

Duubane vaalaa thaa aur saahil pe cheharo.n kaa hujuum
pal kii mohalat thii mai.n kis ko aa.Nkh bhar ke dekhataa 

[hujuum=crowd; mohalat=(free) time] 

tuu bhii dil ko ik lahuu kii buu.Nd samajhaa hai 'Faraz'
aa.Nkh gar hotii to qatre me.n samandar dekhataa 

[lahuu=blood; qatre=drops; samandar=ocean]

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main thak gaya hon…

April 27, 2009 at 9:01 pm (Myself & I, poetry)

bahut raat huee
thak gaya hoon, mujhe sone do
bahut raat huee

chaand se keh do utar jaaye
bahut baat huee

aashiyaan ke liye chaar tinake bhi the
aasare raat ke aur din ke bhi the
dhoodhate the jise, wo zara si zameen
aasamaan ke tale kho gayee hai kahin
dhoop se keh do utar jaaye, bahut baat huee

zindagi ke sabhi raaste sard hain
ajnabi raat ke ajnabi dard hain
yaad se keh do guzar jaaye, bahut baat huee

yaad aata nahin, ab koi naam se
sab gharo.n ke diye bujh gaye shaam se
waqt se keh do guzar jaaye, bahut baat huee

main thak gaya hoon, mujhe sone do, bahut raat huee

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ulti ho gain sab tadabiren

April 25, 2009 at 7:14 pm (Myself & I, poetry)

ulti ho gain sab tadabiren, kuch na dawa ne kam kiya
dekha is bimari-e-dil ne akhir kam tamam kiya

ahd-e-jawani ro-ro kata, piri main lin ankhen mund
yani rat bahot the jage subah hui aram kiya

nahaq ham majburon par tohmat hai mukhtari ki
chahte hain so ap kare hain, hamko abas badnam kiya

sarzad ham se be-adabi to wahshat main bhi kam hi hui
koson us ki or gae par sajda har har gam kiya

aise aho-eharam-khurda ki wahshat khoni mushkil thi
sihar kiya, ijaz kiya, jin logon ne tujh ko ram kiya

yan k safed-o-syah main hamko dakhal jo hai so itana hai
rat ko ro-ro subah kiya, din ko jyon-tyon sham kiya

‘Mir’ k din-o-mazhab ko ab puchte kya ho un ne to
qashqa khincha, dair main baitha, kab ka tark islam kiya

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hastee apnee Hubaab kee see hai

April 24, 2009 at 4:32 pm (Myself & I, poetry)

hastee apnee Hubaab kee see hai
ye numa’ish suraab kee see hai

naazukee uss ke lab kee kya kahiye
paNkhaRee ik gulaab kee see hai

baar-baar us ke dar pe jaata hooN
Haalat ab iztiraab kee see hai

maiN jo bola kaha ke ye aawaaz
usee KHaanah-KHaraab kee see hai

Meer” un neem-baaz aaNkhoN meN
saaree mastee sharaab kee see hai

English Translation.

Our life (existence) is temporary (fragile) just like a bubble,
This exhibition (of the colorful world) is an illusion like mirage.

How can I express the softness of her lips,
They are just like rose petals.

I rush to her door again and again (in hope of having a glimpse of her),
My anxiety has reached its peak.

When she heard my voice, she said,
“This voice is just like the voice of that wretched man (the poet)”.

O Meer! The drowsiness in those dreamy eyes,
Is just like that of wine

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Kabhi hum khubsurat thy

April 24, 2009 at 4:26 pm (Myself & I, poetry, present)

kabhi hum khubsurat thay
kitaboan man base khushbu ki manind
sans sakin the
buhat say unkahay lafzoan say taswerain banatay thay
parindoan kay paroan per nazm likh ker
dur ki jheeloan main basnay walay
logon ko sunatay thay
jo hum say dur thay laikin
humaray pass rehtay thay

nayey din ki musafat jub kiran kay saath
angan main uterte the
to hum kehtay thay
humain mathay pay bosa do
keh hum ko
jugnuoan kay, titliyoan kay dais jana hay
hamain rangoan kay jugnoon
roshni ki titliyaan awaz daite hain
nayae din ki musafat rung main doobe hawa kay saath
khirkee say bulate hay
hamain mathay pay bosa do
hamain mathay pay bosa do………….

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One’s Heart

April 17, 2009 at 5:27 pm (Habit, love)

A person’s world is only as big as their heart.

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 We must accept finite disappointment, but we must never lose infinite hope. .

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forgiving and forgetting.

April 17, 2009 at 5:14 pm (Habit, Myself & I, Private, Public, family, friendship, hate, history, love, past, present, relatioship, silence, tips and tricks)

I would like to hear your opinion on forgiving and forgetting. When people hurt you: do you forgive and forget? Or do you just forgive but don’t forget?

People who tend to be seen as good – usually forgive and forget. But I don’t think that this is a question of being good or evil – I think the point is about being just. So maybe the tendency to forgive and forget those that have hurt us is not necessarily a good thing. Because if we don’t do anything to people that hurt us – they will probably continue on hurting others.

This is the way I see it and I would like to hear you about this subject and also your own experiences.

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Its us, not anyone else

April 16, 2009 at 5:45 pm (Myself & I, Private, present)

We wait all these years to find someone who understands us, I thought, someone who accepts us as we are, someone with a wizard’s power to melt stone to sunlight, who can bring us happiness in spite of trials, who can face our dragons in the night, who can transform us into the soul we choose to be. Just yesterday I found that magical Someone is the face we see in the mirror: It’s us and our homemade masks.

 

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Grief

April 14, 2009 at 5:32 pm (Myself & I, present)

Some are able to release grief far more quickly than others. However long it takes, it is always the re-connection with the power of the heart that moves you past grief. When the heart is enlivened again, it feels like the sun coming out after a week of rainy days. There is hope in the heart that chases the clouds away. Hope is a higher heart frequency and as you begin to reconnect with your heart, hope is waiting to show you new possibilities and arrest the downward spiral of grief and loneliness. It becomes a matter of how soon you want the sun to shine. Listening to the still, small voice in your heart will make hope into a reality.

 grief

Sara Paddison, Hidden Power of the Heart

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