Shine On Award
Posted on: March 26, 2013
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Thank you so much Chriti Moise for nominating me for the Shine on award
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1.) Show appreciation of the blogger who nominated you and link back to them in your post.
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2.) Add the award logo to your blog.
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3.) Share 7 things about yourself.
A few things about me you’ll find if you visit this blog or you can try here. 
4.) Nominate 5 – 10 or so bloggers you admire.
Seven things about me
Never saw that alluring face again—–
Never saw that alluring face ever again
Gone; she never returned again
Who to share when reached destination
Journey ends, she isn’t here at destination
I’m that broken traveler of Love land
Getting home, unsure of return to homeland
The breeze carries tales of her fragrant hair
None else is blamed of secret of her hair
If asked of your promises and pledge
What is your excuse? Your message is a pledge
A promising dream’s that makes me twinkle again
This gleam isn’t due to night’s waking again
Look at my exhausted being and my passion
Refined manners to present self isn’t abrasion
What has Sahar gone through of so much endurance?
Been many days since he’s seen around
In praise of Muhammad ﷺ
Posted on: September 20, 2017
- In: Religion
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In praise of Muhammad ﷺ
Remain fed up of be asleep; my eyes
Desire to have a sight of him; my eyes
Bow down of revere at ﷺ door; eyes
How caring and sensible are my eyes
No one to deter amid devotee and deity
All barriers will be flattened by my eyes
Whatever I wish is clear through my eyes
How coherent and loving are my eyes
Mausoleum’s grills are core of my eyes
Moving around core is pilgrimage of eyes
Delight of to see the dome stay unsatisfied
How intoxicated yet awake are my eyes
Just hugged the grills of the Mausoleum
How delightful and ecstatic are my eyes
The one who never visited Mausoleum
How unlucky and deprived are those eyes
My lips remained silent in respect of ﷺ
My eyes though were all reverence, Anjum
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SHAH ABDUL BHITAI’S
Like most of those in the Risalo, these poems are written in the short Sindhi verse form called bai. This is structured not only by the usual rhymes but also by alliteration, and something of the latter feature is suggested here.
Fresh water flowing here before me
Might River flow beyond ahead of me
Friends! You sit in comfort at home
With thy husband safe at thy home
You would not hold me back
If glimpsed at Sahar’s lovely face
You too would dive with thy pots
In water; To save Sahar’s lovely face
………….
Crows rest crouching on the trees
The day is swiftly coming to ending
Hearing the evening call to pray
She goes to see scars on Sahar’s face
Place where her love, Sahar’s living
**
With her pot she dives into water
Having reliance and faith in God
There an alligator grabs her leg
Other Cayman clutches her head
Her bangles besmear with mud
Water current draggle her hair
Myriad plants cling to her firm
River monsters claw her limbs
Fishes shoal encircle her limbs
Sohni’s cut off from limb to limb
**
I’m happy my pitcher broke in pieces
I’m happy my bangles broke in to pieces
Honest are the ones who trust in God
The single strength to help out is God
My husband Dum is liar and dishonest
I love and hang on to Mehar in my heart
**
Her pot once falling broke into pieces
She felt herself to be perished
Then only Suhni heard Mahar’s call
Her depression all swiftly fall
**
Hit the road by yourself
Leave aside all support
Love will save you of current sway
Thy path will be out of danger
Rely on the vim and vigor
To safely get along your way
**
They look all over to find Mehar
Looking for them all, is also Mehar
A raft is of no use and just a gizmo
Against the driving force of love
**
Sahar is same and like Suhni
Sahar is like the sea
It’s a magical mystery
This is reflective mystery
**
SUR KA MOD Page 355 SHAH JO RISALO
PEHLI DAASTAN
I have loads of faults connected, dear
I’m just a daughter of fisherman dear
I’m well aware of my poverty and dearth
I’m like a fish; floating, as moving in hearth
I fear, you may not turn your back from me
You know very well who am I and about me
Where me and where‘s Queen palace! Dear
I dare not evaluate myself with her my dear
Me a dust particle and she a glorious being
You’re precious gold, and I, a flawed being
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Living without my beloved is intolerable
Waiting and fervor to see her is irresistible
Parting of you makes me weep copiously
My heavy heart’s in infinite grief profusely
Depression’s at its peak, I’ shattered in grief
O! God, I beg You! To let meet love fondly
Do ever take a round here also sometime
To see how I’m feeling low without you
Nights spent sighing and days missing you
Punnu Khan decided to leave for Kaich
I appeal him not to go but he’s inflexible
Being so helpless, can’t decide what to do
I’m ready to be his slave and free my aide
Can’t’ breathe without thinking of him
Either I’ll go and meet him or will die
Wounds of broken heart can’t be seen
Either will search for him far and wide
Better to die; Farid I’ve failed to find
سوہنے یار باجھوں میڈی نہیں سردی
تانگھ آوے ودھدی سک آوے چڑھد
کیتا ہجر تیڈے میکوں زارو رارے
دل پارے پارے سر دھارو دھارے
مونجھ وادھو وادھے ڈکھ تارو تارے
رب میلے ماہی بیٹھی دھانہہ کر دی
سوہنا یار ماہی کڈیں پاوے پھیرا
شالا پا کے پھیرا پچھے حال میرا
دل درداں ماری ڈکھاں لایا دیرا
راتیں آہیں بھردی ڈینہاں سولاں سڑدی
پنوں خان میرے کیتی کیچ تیاری
میں منتاں کر دی تروڑی ویندا یاری
کئی نہیں چلدی کیا کیجئے کاری
سٹ باندی بردی تھیساں باندی بر دی
رو رو فریدا فریاد کر ساں
غم باجھ اس دے بیا ساہ نہ بھرساں
تھیسم میلا یا رُلدی مرساں
کہیں لا ڈکھائی دل چوٹ اندر دی
Selected verses of Mir Anis
Posted on: September 14, 2017
Steal beloved’s glimpse through her veil
She lets her seen through strainer of her veil
āshiq ko dekhte haiñ dupaTTe ko taan kar
dete haiñ ham ko sharbat-e-dīdār chhān kar
…..
Anis, it’s not easy making a cherished home
The ones having no guts make such a home
‘anīs’ āsāñ nahīñ ābād karnā ghar mohabbat kā
ye un kā kaam hai jo zindagī barbād karte haiñ
…..
Anis, hold on! No surety of a single breath
Why go in front of strong wind and hearth
‘anīs’ dam kā bharosā nahīñ Thahar jaao
charāġh le ke kahāñ sāmne havā ke chale
…….
Flowing tears of gloom can’t be controlled
Like rebellious kids! Parents fail to control
ashk-e-ġham diida-e-pur-nam se sambhāle na ga.e
ye vo bachche hai jo maañ baap se paale na ga.e
……….
Give new meanings to bouquet of poetry
As each verse is myriad bouquet of poetry
gul-dasta-e-ma.ānī ko na.e Dhañg se bāñdhūñ
ik phuul kā mazmūñ ho to sau rañg se bāñdhūñ
……………….
Though I’m a meek beggar, I dislike beseeching
O the most Kind! Give me without me pleading
faqīr huuñ pa nahīñ aadat-e-savāl mujhe
karīm jo tujhe denā hai be-talab de de
……….
Again I’m composing loads of new themes
Let know planter of harvest and my theme
lagā rahā huuñ mazāmīn-e-nau ke phir ambār
ḳhabar karo mere ḳhirman ke ḳhoshā-chīnoñ
……………..
As I was ignored all throughout my life
Thus I’m wrapped in shroud leaving life,
tamām umr jo kī ham se be-ruḳhī sab ne
kafan meñ ham bhī azīzoñ se muñh chhupā ke chale
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Lovely belle! Chant me the same song
Singer who sang in the lanes; that song
O Belle! To grasp and get thy chanting
One slips in Heart River for swimming
I now realize the gloom in thy songs
I’ve sensed awful furtive in thy songs
Life and lit lamps passed away swiftly
Lovely belle! Sing me the same melody
My garden was famous for blossoms
Birds tweeted in my patio of blossoms
My trees stood firm in violent winds
Clouds poured rain; flew with winds
Lovely belle! Chant me the same song
I’ve seen the river reversion back now
I’ve seen leisurely melting of dew now
I’ve seen the brutality of fire worship
A rising flame changed to smoke to whip
Soothe my heart’s wound with my verve
A life’s tiresome journey gives me verve
It’s last night; I’m a traveler, will go away
Lovely belle! Chant me the same song
Singer who sang in the lanes; that song
Suhail Ahmed
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O night! Have you seen rising of moon
In the vales far and beyond the lagoons
How hidden issue unveil furtively at night
Who slowly descends in this vale at night
Who asked to confine fragrance——
Who can clasp fragrance touching my heart
There’re clouds, breeze and spring on the way
Caravans off to alter threshold, on the way
On the deserted pathways of city of murkiness
Silence of natural emotions in this gloominess
Enduring constantly with a feeling of loneliness
Every tip toe making restive in his remembrance
Darkness and stillness of city of night is like
A human being’s wandering in search of you
Parting away from one’s deity is simply like
A diminishing star searching for its deity
……………………………..
Raat k shehr bata tu ne kabhi dekha hy
Chand charhty hoye jheelon se paray wadi mein
Kaisy khultay hn ye israar akaile shab k
Kon dheeraj se uter ata hy is basti mein
kon kehta hy k khushbo pe bithado pehray
Ye jo khushbo k dye jati hy dastak Dil per
Dayrahi hy ye khaber raah me hy aber e baahar
Qaflay phir chaly aye hn dar e maqtal per
Raat k sheher ki weeran guzar gahon per
Fitrat angaiz fizaaon mein khamoshi k ye pal
Sahay jaty hn fqat ek hi ehsas lye
Lamha lamha kisi ahat k guman mein bekal
Raat k shahar ki khamoshi udasi k talay
Ek bhatka howa insan tujhy dhondta hy
Apny ma’abud se bicher janay k gham mein aksr
Doobtay taray ki manind pochta hy …
blessings for all
