Posts Tagged ‘darkness’
Old lady of Aleppo and Abdullah
Posted December 12, 2017
on:Sometimes he looked out of the window at the airplane on the runway or stared at the ceiling of the office where he was. There were three other men besides him in the room. They were wearing uniforms of three different colors. It was obvious that they belonged to different agencies. Awhile later the man in light blue uniform said to him; “if you admit that you are a Pakistani national and sign this paper that says that you are Pakistani; we’ll deport you to Pakistan with a request to the concerned department to treat you humanely”
Turning his face towards the man who asked him to sign the document, he looked at him for some moment and without saying a single word he looked out of the window and at the airplane. The man’s silence provoked the soldier in dark uniform to pull his hair and snarled; “While searching your clothes we found things that prove that you are a Pakistani. You traveled without visa and passport to Iraq and then to Syria. You worked in Syria for an NGO to serve the war stricken people. Both Syria and Iraq has confirmed that you are neither a born Syrian nor Iraqi or Arab. But you are a Pakistani”
The man looked at the man in uniform with any expression on his face and went back to look at the airplane on the runway. The third man fully clad in khaki uniform who was listening quietly lost his temper at last and howling at the man hitting the table said; “Go to hell man! We’re least bothered who you are or where you come from.“Our government doesn’t acknowledge you as an Iraqi or Syrian refugee; you are a Pakistani for sure. We will send you to Pakistan in the air plane you see there on the runway” he then looked at the two officers. Those two men took him to the Immigration Investigation office in hand cuffs then towards the airplane standing on Budapest airport. They handed the man over to the captain of the plane and came back to the same room.
While the plane was waiting to take off, the airhostess brought him a glass of water
The airhostess brought him a glass of water without his asking for it. She kindly said in English to him to drink water. He looked at her gratefully. She understood his helplessness and heartrending story from his silence. His silence exposed his unaided vulnerability to her. So she assured him more gently that she’ll take care of all the way during this flight from Budapest to Islamabad.
After a while, the plane speedily took off
He was feeling worn out so he closed his eyes and rested his head against back of his seat. He didn’t know his destination. His thoughts floated same like the plane in the sky. Memories ran on his mind screen one after the other.
Due to bad weather the plane getting imbalanced bound into an air pocket and within no time alleviated again. With the jerk he also emerged from the unfathomable ocean of thoughts. He looked out of the window but there was nothing except sheer darkness.
When the river put on the attire of silence
The thirsty covered their body with dryness
Was it course matted cloth or attire of paper
Whatever it was, we wore what we got ever
When starving got agonizing; sold my attire
To veil nakedness, I put on darkness as attire
In intolerable heat I detached myself from self
In cold became painful, I wore me around self
Bodies need no shrouds if die in earthquakes
Each body’s wrapped in debris in earthquakes
Bedil, while life’s attire was lively and vibrant
I wore my attire wrong side up and upturned
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BEDIL HAIDRI
dariyā ne kal jo chup kā libāda pahan liyā
pyāsoñ ne apne jism pe sahrā pahan liyā
vo TaaT kī qabā thī ki kāġhaz kā pairahan
jaisā bhī mil gayā hameñ vaisā pahan liyā
fāqoñ se tañg aa.e to poshāk bech dī
uryāñ hue to shab kā añdherā pahan liyā
garmī lagī to ḳhud se alag ho ke so ga.e
sardī lagī to ḳhud ko dobāra pahan liyā
bhauñchāl meñ kafan kī zarūrat nahīñ paḌī
har laash ne makān kā malba pahan liyā
‘be-dil’ libās-e-zīst baḌā dīda-zeb thā
aur ham ne is libās ko ulTā pahan liyā
Adhere as fragrant breath when meet
Engulf me like my aura if reside with me
If hold my heart; stay as thy own abode
Be there like my reflection in my vision
Be the first bloom of spring to blossom
Live like fresh and youthful flora forever
Stop as if never took a step ahead ever
If you walk, take to the air as gentle gale
If you laugh; laugh like an innocent child
If awake; brighten the darkness as a ray
Drink venom like sweet sherbet, Anwer
Make life eternity when you pass away
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Until eternity this dust will remain gone astray
Will rest in the arms of night until immortality
Will continue to keep closed eyes, closed patiently
From dream to dream until headed for dreamland
The night cannot get away with darkness
Unless each star shines like an perfect moon
Needs to keep struggling with life consistently
Unless O’ Lord, Thou make this house my home
May the gloom put my house in the shade but
The heart should be liven up until the life ends
I’m ready to burn in the furnace of gloominess
Until the tears on my eye lashes turn to pearls
Keep me connected to the pen’s passion O’ Lord
Unless my skill shines like an exemplary skillfulness
Do listen———
Posted September 26, 2014
on:Listen to the broken heart’s veiled sadness
I’m silent! Listen to the voice of my silence
Do listen to the sheen‘s rhythm in darkness!
A lamp of hope alone
Posted November 24, 2012
on:- In: Poetry
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A lamp of hope alone
When, builds a home in dark
Smiles, at its being there!
In the midst of hope and wishes;
Know what, it’s unaware of
The wicked tricks of cruelty;
Who went beyond the darkness?
Who brought info of radiance?
A lamp of hope alone!
When fondles on my lap,
How deeply my heart aches;
Its bright twinkling eyes,
If couldn’t give vision, but
I promise to guide the way
To the dense forests’ border
Show footprints of those gone;
A lamp of hope alone
That shimmers in my patio,
I feel drawn to it, lovingly
In its soft dim radiance
Town to Town——–!
Posted March 13, 2012
on:- In: Poetry
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Town to town roamed traveler forgot way home
What’s yours what’s mine, forgot mine and thine;
Whence realized mine story is world’s legend
Gladly spent life, forgot grievance and moaning;
A ray peeped through the darkness feeling shy
Remember the glance, forgot how the face was;
In fun-loving, pleasing, playfully meditatively
Color faded; heart finally forgot wound’s leak;
One glances, one moment of breaths’ string now
When a glance of spirit dies, hard to live a instant;
Who ever to notice, has alike norm in heart,
We remember all; however the era forgot us;
Some one may say, who said it, what’s in bosom speak,
Said MIRAJI, later regretted, and then forget to speak;
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MIRAJI
nagarii nagarii phiraa musaafir ghar kaa rastaa bhuul gayaa
kyaa hai teraa kyaa hai meraa apanaa paraayaa bhuul gayaa
apanii biitii jag biitii hai jab se dil ne jaan liyaa
ha.Nsate ha.Nsate jiivan biitaa ronaa dhonaa bhuul gayaa
a.Ndhyaare se ek kiran ne jhaa.Nk ke dekhaa sharmaa_ii
dhu.Ndh sii chhab to yaad rahii kaisaa thaa cheharaa bhuul gayaa
ha.Nsii ha.NSii me.n khel khel me.n baat kii baat me.n rang gayaa
dil bhii hote hote aaKhir ghaav kaa risanaa bhuul gayaa
ek nazar kii ek hii pal kii baat hai Dorii saa.Nso.n kii
ek nazar kaa nuur miTaa jab ek pal biitaa bhuul gayaa
jis ko dekho us ke dil me.n shiavaa hai to itanaa hai
hame.n to sab kuchh yaad rahaa par ham ko zamaanaa bhuul gayaa
ko_ii kahe ye kis ne kahaa thaa kah do jo kuchh jii me.n hai
“Miraji” kah kar pachhataayaa aur phir kahanaa bhuul gayaa