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.....tairey bin nai lagda dil maira sohnia!...missing you like hell! :)

Mairay Derd ko jo Zubaan Milay

For the very first time I heard this touching piece of poetry in Nayyara Noor's devine voice, and Arshad Mehmood's composition on top of that, courtesy of the dear old PTV (the nostalgia).

hm. as they say it in punjabi : "haaaaihhh!!! THAAN MERJAWAAN!" ;) ..this was the effect on my heart n soul. :). loved it. And always hummed it since then. Despite my barely struggling singing talent, ive even tried singing it to my sis, (just for a change from singing in the shower as I always do)... haha poor soul, she always has to bare me. :D great na? ;) ...well she has to pay some price of sharing my room. 8)

Well as I was saying, this ghazal, Ive always felt it close to my soul. May be 'cause it holds the same questions of existance and human soul, that have always intrigued, perplexed, & almost plagued me...

Its been written by Faiz Ahamad Faiz, (in 1972), and is taken from his book "Shaam-e-Shehr-e-Yaraan".

Maira derd naghma-e-besadaa

mairee zaat zarrah-e-benishaan

*

mairay derd ko jo zubaan milay

mujhey apna naam-o-nishaan milay

*

mairee zaat ka jo nishaan milay

mujhey raaz-e-nazm-e-jahaan milay

*

jo mujhey yeh raaz-e-nihaan milay

mree khamoshee ko bayaan milay

*

mujhey kainaat ki serwaree

mujhey daulat-e-dojahaan milay

the myth of passion___continues

dunia jisey kehtey hain

jadoo ka khilaona hai

mil jaye tou mitte hai

kho jaye tou sona hai

___

the world we call it,

is a magic box

you have it, its dust.

you lose it, its gold

Still my eyes are soaring, I see ...all holes. The nothingness of it all, the point of no point. I cant fall free, I cant indulge, I cant feel the passion of life. the faces, the memories, the moments, the life, the dream, all seem ashes n dust. Except for the one being, the omnipresence, I see all black. My breath, my life, my soul all hanging up in space.
how will I fall for it? How will I live it till I live?

The Circle_ part II

_ journey from point "x" to "x".....with all the bz cz, dz,...inbetween....* is "x" the point? ...OR... the "In Between" ???

...the question remains.

_____

Why do the things that turn us on so magically, turn us off so easily.

Emotions so strogly felt, the only truths of those moments, the moment passes n they lose thier whole meaning. do "we" have this "on & off switch of passion", in our own hands?

_____

Why cant the intoxication remain till the last breath of our lives? Why do we have to see the death of those moments of indulgence, passion & life before death itself.

Why do i wake up?

why do i turn off?

Why do i see the end of the road?

Why do i crave for destination or destiny?

_____

someone said: "destination of all journeys is thier beginning". so may be there is nothing like "the end" or "the destiny"... its all a journey. Probably this journey is the life _ the whole point of our being.

_____

This does seems rational, but still I keep flickering, still I cant hold on to it, still every now n then, Im turned off.

I wanna get lost,

I wanna keep drunk,

I wanna feel the passion of every moment,

I wanna keep dreaming.

_____
But "my eyes" ...

...cant close my eyes.

They'r swollen, they hurt, but they dont close.

.....These "Eyes", dont let me "Dream".

India-Pakistan Border _ (Gundha Singh) Kasur

Recently, I happen to visit this border site at Kasur, as a part of my thesis project. The site was awesome. with the green fertile lands of Kasur on the banks of river Satluj. there i clicked

a few pics.

_the Kasur Border_Feroz pur (India) in view

MI3

or ...behind the "enemy" lines?... :-p

...the flag lowering ceremony, at the gates.