Blue Dust

A green breeze sweeps us up,
In slow mornings of dazzling jasmine
Waking us to red grass
Sliding beneath our feet.

We live in the shade,
You and I
The cold white light between us.

Allama Iqbal Int. Airport, Lahore

Pehli Barish

main ne jab likhna seekha tha
pehlay tera naam likha tha
main wo sbr-e-sameem hoon jis ne
baar amanat sr pe lia tha
main wo ism-e-azaam hoon jis ko
jinn-o-malak nay sajda kia tha
tu nay kion mera hath na pakra
main jb rastay say bhatka tha
jo paya hay wo tera hay
jo khoya wo bhi tera tha
tujh bin sari umr guzari
log kahain gay 'tu mera tha'
pehli barish bhejnay walay!
main teray darshan ka piyasa tha
........................

tanhai ka dukh gehra tha
main drya drya rota tha
aik he lehr na smbhli warna
main toofanoN se khaila tha
tanhai ka tanha saya
dair se meray sath laga tha
chorr gaye jb saray sathi
tanhai ne sath dia tha
sookh gayi jb sukh ki daali
tanhai ka phool khila tha
tanhai main yad-e-Khuda thi
tanhai main khouf-Khuda tha
tanhai mehrab-e-ibadat
tanhai mimber ka diya tha
tanhai mera pa-e-shikasta
tanhai mera dast-e-dua tha
wo jannat meray dil main chupi thi
main jissay bahar dhoond rha tha
tanhai mere dil ki jannat
main tanha hoon, main tanha tha


By Nasir Kazmi

Vasl OST

Vasl OST

Swaiba EA

November 12, 2011 · Lahore · 

Packing for tomorrow. A senior has just advised me not to forget my dreams here. How sarcastic! "...aur han ye apnay khwab bhe khayal say samait k rakh lena, yahan reh gaye tu akialay mar jaiengay. aur tumharay pas khwab na huay tu dr jao g"

Autumn shades

Thanatopsis

So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged by his dungeon; but, sustain'd and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave,
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.


Sobia Ehsan
31 Oct 2011 - Public (Google+)

Excerpted from Thanatopsis by William C. Bryant

Dreamer's Diary

And if I say, “To live means to desire”, this is purely my idea of living. You may relate living with food and clothing; others may term it as breathing. More elaborating “the desire”, is to think beyond the possibilities, leaving far behind the idea of time and space, the traditions, the norms. Believing in dreams as they are truly what happens in one’s life. Even life itself is a dream unless we woke up by the kick of death. Then we enter the world that is real without illusions. I am specifically concerned with the series of tiny dreams within the bigger dream of entire life. If one dream is shattered, try another. Rocked again? No matter, dream something new. No need to harness these desires. Dreamers can’t be tamed. Right now, knowing for the first time about the Trans-Siberian railway, one of the longest railways in the world, and passes through seven different time zones, ignites another desire deep inside my heart. May be tomorrow when I share it with my peers, they’ll burst into laughter and comment that why I always think of impossible things. Thousands of dreams shared with them and thousand ten times they have given same comments. But who knows the sacred light of conviction is still burning secretly inside of me. Believing that my dreams are guided by divine power, the supreme authority, Allah (SWT), I keep them adding to my bucket list. Praying, planning and trying hard to achieve them. Still I am not sure, I will be really happy, if I get them done. When time and fate doesn’t allow me to fulfill any of my dreams I transfer it to another list- the things I want in life after death. To no surprise the later is getting longer. Being very hopeful, I am very much certain to cherish them fully, if I get them when I wake up.

4AM

Islamabad

Chahat mein kia duniya dari, Ishq mein kaisi majboori
LogoN ka kiya, samjha-ne do, Inn ki apni majboori

Main ne dil ki baat rakhi aur tuu ne duniya walo'n ki

Meri gharz bhi majboori thi, Unka hukam bhi majboori

Rok sako tou pehli barish ki boondoN ko tum roko

Kachi mitti tou mehkey gee, Hai mitti ki majboori

Jabb tak hansta gata mausam apna hay, sab apney hain

Waqt parray tou yaad aa jati hai masnooii majboori

Aik awara badal se kioon mainay saaya maanga tha

Meri bhi yeh nadani thi, Uss ki bhi thi majboori

Muddat guzri aik wadey pr aaj bhi qayam hay Mohsin`
Hum ne saari umer nibhaye, apni pehli Majboori......!!

Urge

Aag

Aik tu wo aag hay jo choolhay main bharrakti hay. Ya wo hoti hay jo aasmani bijli k girnay say jungle k jungle jala daalti hay. Aur aik wo aag jo nanhi si chingari hay. jisay theek se hawa bhi nahi milti k jal jaaye, bharrak jaye. jahaN parri rahay, wahin parri rahay. kuch nahi jalati bass tapash fraham krti rehti hay, aur agar aesi he koi chingari, dil main ja chupay. wesay tu insaan jeeta jaagta hay, khata peeta hay, magar dil main wohi meetha meetha dard aur halki halki tapash. sabhi kuch krta hay, sabhi zimadariaN nibhata hay magar yuon k bahaar dhoop ho tu ander sawan baras rha hota hay aur bahar ghataain chaa rahi hon ya jal thal maN ander dhoop aur sookha he rehta hay.
Aag choolhay main lagi ho tu istemal k baad bujha d jati hay, jungle main ho tab bhi usay bujhanay ka band o bast kia jata hay, lekin man ander lagi aag jo na bharrkay na bujhay kabhi thandi nahi ho paati.