buraa kya hai...

Dil-e- naadaan thujhe huaa kya hai

Aakhir iss dard kee davaa kya hai.

Hum hain mushtaaq aur woh bezaar

Ya ilahee yeh maajra kya hai.

Main bhi munh mein zabaan rakhtha hoon

Kaash poocho ke muddaa kya hai

Jab ke thujh bin naheen koi maujood

Phir yeh hangaama aye Khuda kya hai

Yeh paree chahra log kaise hain

Gamza wo ishwah wo adaa kya hai

Shikne zulfe anbareen kyun hain

Nigah chashme soorma sa kya hai

Sabza-wo-gul kahaan se aaye hain

Abr kyaa cheez hai, havaaa kya hai.

Hum ko un-se wafa kee haye ummeed

Jo naheen jaante wafa kya hai.

Haan bhala kar bhala hogaa

Aur darvaesh kee sadaa kya hai

Jaan tum par nissaar karta hoon

Main naheen jaanta duaa kya hai.

Main ne maana ke kuch naheen Ghalib

Mufth haath aaye to buraa kya hai.

- Mirza Ghalib

English Translation -

Innocent heart, to you what has happened

After all to this pain is there a remedy.

I am vivacious and she is sad

Oh God, what is this happening.

I too have a tongue placed in my mouth

Were you to ask me, what is stolen.

When nothing exists without you

Why this tumult about what is God.

Who this angel faced people are

What is this ogling, coquetry and acting.

Why wrinkled locks are ambergris

Why the slanting, sprinkling eyes appear filled with collegian (surmah).

From where the vegetation and flowers have come.

What is cloud, what is wind.

To me is the belief in her sincerity

Who do not know what is fidelity.

Do good, good things will happen to you.

What else do the mendicants ever say.

I sacrifice my life for you

I do not know what prayer is.

I agree that there is nothing Ghalib

If you get it free what is the harm.

Bol ke lab azaad hain tere

A poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz copied from “bol ke lab azaad hai tere”:

bol ke lab aazaad haiN tere
bol zabaaN ab tak terii hai
teraa sutvaaN jism hai teraa
bol ke jaaN ab tak terii hai
dekh ke aahaNgar kii dukaaN meN
tuNd haiN shole surKh hai aahan
khulne lage qufloN ke dahaane
phailaa har ek zanjiir kaa daaman
bol ye thoRaa vaqt bahut hai
jism-o-zubaaN kii maut se pahle
bol ke sach ziNdaa hai ab tak
bol jo kuch kehnaa hai keh le

English translation:

Speak up, while your lips (thoughts) are (still) free
speak up, (while) your tongue is still yours
Speak, for your strong body is your own
speak, (while) your soul is still yours
Look at blacksmiths shop
hot flames makes the iron red hot
opening the (jaws of) locks
every chain opens up and begins to break
speak for this brief time is long enough
before yours body and words die
speak, for the truth still prevails
speak up, say what you must.

By -Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Moonlight

The beautifully shining silvery light,

Comes down at night,

Bringing a message from Heaven,

To be true, to be kind,

Peeping from the branches of trees.

Watching everything good and evil,

Conveying the message of Heaven,

To be true, to be kind.

Coming down over the water,

Seeing the beautiful world,

Seeing people committing sin,

Amidst this pollution and din,

Conveying the message of Heaven,

To be true, to be kind.

I am the I in India

...I Read this article 2 years back...in a magazine in my college library...would luv to share it wid ya all ppl...

“I am The I in India...”

The day I was born in this country, thus country was also born in me. U can feel it running through my guts when I’m angry, throbbing through when I’m glad...

I am India and India is me...

Starting today, I have decided that I will not point fingers at anyone anymore. Instead, those fingers will be pointed at me.

I am the system that does not work. I am the pothole on the road that doesn’t get filled. I’m the FIR that doesn’t get filed. I am the bridge that doesn’t get built. Everything that’s wrong with this country starts with me. And will soon end with me...

...I am India and India is me...

He is Beautiful !!!

He is beautiful...so very beautiful...

Just like a winter’s shining landscape...

As delicate...as the petals of a Daisy...

And as freely...as the eagle soaring the blue...

His eyes are...as mysterious...as the calm sea...

Everything about him...is so very precious...

More precious...then all the gems in the world...

His soul...is the essence of the sky and earth...

His feeling are the volcano...that is yet to explode...

And his smile...is the smile of the innocence...!!!...

ONLY ONE CHANCE

Sometimes you get only one chance!

One chance to put aside your pride and say humbly:

“I was wrong” or “it was all my fault” or even “ we were both foolish”.

One chance to explain a misunderstanding, that,

If ignored, would sour a friendship.

One chance to hear, what another need to tell you.

One chance to defend a friend, when slighting remarks are made against him.

One chance to accept a shy but sincere offer to friendship.

One chance to get up and be counted.

When you don’t agree with the crowd One chance to say “NO”.

When it is important to say No, but easier to say Yes.

One chance to refuse to be talked into doing something you know you shouldn’t.

One chance to right a wrong you’ve done.

One chance to choose the right road.

One chance to stand up and face a hard situation, instead of running away from it.

Sometimes you get only that ONE CHANCE !ONLY ONE CHANCE

Trust in Lord

Trust in the Lord requires a condition that there is an unseen power who created this world and who created us. It means having knowledge that our soul has been created by God, and its journey is under God’s will. It requires condition that God has sent us into the world for a purpose. This means that we cannot leave this earth before our destined time comes. Our journey in life is a process of evolution of the soul. Sooner or later the soul is destined to return to God. The end goal that God has for us is that we attain this freedom. As the right freedom, we got a helping hand when we think all is lost. The beauty of God’s unseen hand is that sometimes we actively pray for help and receive it, but there are many times we do not even ask for help, and help comes anyway. The emanating from God is a principle that manifests as light and sound. The light is greater than any light on experiences on earth. The sound is a divine melody that reverberates without instruments or vocal chords. The more consciousness there is the more ethereal the sound. LET US MAKE EVERYDAY A CELEBRATION. The next time we feel helpless and alone, let us remember that GOD’S ARMS ARE AROUND US…

My Dreams are Vast...

My dreams are vast,
But how long will they last?
Only a drop of view,
In the form of encouragement from you,
O Lord, can guide my faltering steps today,
Lest I fall in depth of one day.
I prelude of zest,
And shower of love from you,
Can make me the best,
And give me the power to search something new.
Land me your hand,
Land me your steps,
So that I may never enter that land,
Where there is darkness,
And so darkness,
So, God Almighty,
Do me one more favour,
By indulging in a bit of labour,
And me as a string to your lute,
Our make me sing to the tune of your flute

Make me an instrument of your peace

My Lord and my Reverend,
Make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred, Let me bring Love,
Where there is quilt, Let me bring pardon,
Where there is dissension, Let me bring Union,
Where there is darkness, Let me bring Faith,
Where there is despair, Let me bring Hope,
Where there is error, Let me bring Truth,
Where there is sadness, Let me bring Joy and Comfort,
My Lord! Make me Experience,
That in Giving, I Receive,
That in Pardoning, I am Pardoned...