Archive for July 2015
first star of the evening
Posted July 31, 2015
on:Come like the first star of the evening
Come in heart like glory in the evening
When the moon sets in morning, you rise
With sunsets, come as twilight in the evening
Like all old sweet memories of love affairs
Glowing like a spark come in the evening
- In: Poetry
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When the disaster invade our adversity
The second time; a team from faraway land
Came to our refugee camp to help us
They were disheartened to see our despair
They bought rice from the local market
They bought quality rice at max cost
Gave us without any media coverage
The security guards provide to them
Were watching casually their kind deed
When those angels in disguise left us
The guards violently grabbed the rice bags
But no media coverage, no news published!
Later arrived the aristocrats of our country
They had hunger eradicator sweets for us
The squad asked to chant slogan in their favor
When our throat became dry and parched
They distributed candies to us on behalf of BB
The DSN vans were brought for 25000 each
To pay for photos session, slogan and candies
Media and press were happy for their share
We looked energetic and blissful in photos
Millions of mega pixels showed us grateful
Stone hard candies remained solid in mouth
Until last click and closing of the last camera
Fragrance of sweet memories safe in mind
As I often enhance memories’ odor with me
laikin itna to huwa, kuch log pehchane ga’ay
maiN ise shuhrat kahooN ya apni ruswaii kahooN
mujh se pehle us gali meN, mere afsaane ga’ay
yuN to woh meri rag-e-jaaN se bhi the nazdeek tar
aaNso’oN ki dhhund meN, laikin na pehchane ga’ay
wehshateN kuch is tarah apna muqadar ho gaieeN
hum jahaaN puhNche, humare saath weerane ga’ay
ab bhi un yaadoN ki khushboo zehn meN mehfooz hai
baarha hum jin se، gulzaaroN ko mehkane ga’ay
kya qayamat hai keh khaatir! kushta-e-shab bhi the hum
subh bhi aaii to mujrim hum hi gerdaane ga’ay
Khatir Ghaznavi
Stars of tears
Posted July 28, 2015
on:Rain fall
Posted July 26, 2015
on:- In: Poetry
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Rain fall and fast wind was there since evening
Lightning and thunder there too since evening
I walked to find happiness in dark gloomy clouds
Heart turned unhappy, was gloomy since evening
The moon and stars hid somewhere in the clouds
Indications were obvious, ambiance since evening
The day remained also in search of single season
In autumn sunset fast wind blew since evening
Spent entire life span yet never got any incentive
Whatever got was a punishment since evening
بارش تھی اور تیز ہوا شام سے ہی تھی
بجلی کی چمک ایک صدا شام سے ہی تھی
کالی گھٹا میں ڈھونڈنے نکلا تھا میں خوشی
دل ہو گیا اُداس گھٹا شام سے ہی تھی
ماہ و نجوم بادلوں میں چھُپ گئے کہیں
آثار تھے نمایاں فضا شام سے ہی تھی
دن بھی رہا تلاش میں سورج کی ایک فصل
شام خزاں میں تیز ہوا شام سے تھی
عمریں گزار دیں نہ جزا کوئی مل سکی
جو کچھ ملا وہ ایک سزا شام سے ہی تھی
انور زاہدی
Charpai a delight
Posted July 25, 2015
on:- In: Health | Love | pride
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Charpai literally means four legs—- char means four and pai means legs.
It’s a simple framed structure held together by the four vertical wooden parts and four horizontal parts by a simple ten on- mort ice joint.
It is a traditional wooden bed; consisting of a wooden frame bordering a set of knotted ropes. It is commonly used in the subcontinent. In Punjabi and Saraiki languages, it is called a Manjaa or Manji and in Sindhi and Saraiki it is called a Khatt, Khatt
It is an object that is economical, friendly, simple and easy to carry and very suitable in a tropical country like Pakistan.
The gap that’s formed of this frame work is filled with the weave. The weave is mostly of coir & is easily available in Pakistani local market. But now-a-days metal and plastic versions are also accessible.
There are people specialized in this job. They buy the frame components and the rope from the market, come to your home with their own kit of tools required for the job and assemble it. The weave holds the frame together. Charpai is a culture in itself
Most of my memories of charpai are from the villages I have lived with my husband being in armed forces. He was transferred to different places from urban to rural areas so en enjoyed all seasons, places and beautiful colors of life of my homeland.
The earliest memory goes back to my childhood days. We had many charpoys in our home. When the charpai is new, the weave is tight. Because of its tightness we loved to jump over it like a trampoline and whenever our feet got stuck in the weave, it bruised, since the coir was new and rough hence we moaned. If it gets loosened it is easy to tighten it again. it is good for health too as air passes through the holes and sweat doesn’t damages our skin
In summers especially charpoys were set in courtyard for each family member to enjoy fresh cool air at night. I loved to lay on it and count the stars. It was so peaceful, just lying down on it to feel the cool breeze passing and caressing the back under the charpai without any bed sheet spread on it.
Now, it’s moving from the villages to the urban areas. These can be seen at various theme restaurants. Some people like to bring in the basics from their roots into the new lifestyle. When elite class uses anything it becomes fashion and its cost goes high too. So it’s gaining popularity and position in modern era also.
This piece of furniture inspired the London based designer couple Doshi and Levien to design a range of contemporary charpoys.
Photos will show how charpoys are used at different places
————breaking the shackles
Posted July 25, 2015
on:- In: Myself and I | Poetry
- 9 Comments
Proud to be Pakistani
Posted July 23, 2015
on:- In: Love | pride
- 7 Comments
Few Astonishing Photos Of Karachi
Posted July 15, 2015
on:- In: Love
- 17 Comments
Empress Market Bahadurabad Chowrangi Clifton Flyover Karachi, the city of sky scrapers Empress Market, Saddar It’s the KPT Fountain, third tallest in the world KPT interchange. a beautiful view of sunset at a beach in KarachiPort Grandthe beautiful Mohatta Palacea view from FTC FlyoverJehangir Kothari at CliftonOyster Rocks CliftonBin Qasim Park near Clifton Beach
As I wrote thy name on wind,
Posted July 13, 2015
on:- In: Poetry
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