Posts Tagged ‘desert’
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Life’s like gleaming moonlight in desert
Floating clouds on mountain peaks is life
Water flowing in the lagoons is vigor of life
Life is water’s itch in storm, dust and desert
Life is like dancing in pouring down rain
For Majnu life’s impulsive spellbound love
For Leila life means only Majnu’s ardent love
Life’s curb and thirst in the midst of desert
Life is suffocating and vague in gloomy night
Love, fervor, shovel and rock is Farhad’s nerve
Allure loveliness and luster is Sherin’s verve
Life’s poisonous sting for helpless lovely Heer
Spellbound tune is Ranjha’s haven and fervor
Life is engulfed in philosophical sphere
We’re adhered in life’s whirlpool sphere
Life is a game of meeting and parting away
Life is to earn be alive and then strive away
My life is thy fragrant rite at dusk and dawn
The Life is morning glory of the sun at dawn
Life is the beam of hope in the sheer darkness
Life is trust and assurance in day’s brightness
Life moves swiftly from morning to evening
Counting stars in beloved’s glamour in evening
Life is simply ambition in murky helplessness
Love and only love is eternal power of life
Life is oxygen for the fading breaths of life
Life is blooming fragrant essence of verve
I’m the life-force of blooming glowing verve
Life is simply the splendor of you and me
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زندگی
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زندگی صحرا میں رخشاں چاندنی کا نام ہے
کو ہ پر بادل ندی میں پانیوں کا نام ہے
زندگی طوفان ‘خاک اور دشت میں پانی کی چاہ
بارشوں میں رقص کرتی زندگی کا نام ہے
زندگی ہے قیس کی آنکھوں میں وحشت اور جذب
زندگی لیلی کے جسم و جاں میں مجنوں نام ہے
وسط صحرا پیاس اور اک حوصلہ ہے زندگی
زندگی شام غریباں میں دھو ئیں کا نام ہے
زندگی فرہاد کا تیشہ ‘جنُوں اور سنگ کوہ
زندگی شیریں کے حُسن بےبہا کا نام ہے
زندگی ہے ہیر کی بیچارگی اور زہر عشق
بانسری کی دُھن پہ رانجھا کی لگن کا نام ہے
اک وجودی فلسفے کے دائرے میں زندگی
اور محور میں ہیں ہم جس زندگی کا نام ہے
زندگی ہجر و فراق و وصل کے ہیں مرحلے
زندگی نان جویں کی جُستجو کا نام ہے
زندگی اک مشکبُو شام و سحر ہے تیری یاد
زندگی ہوتی طلوع صبح نو کا نام ہے
زندگی تاریکی شب میں بقائے زندگی
زندگی روشن سے دن میں زندگی کا نام ہے
صبح کرنا شام کا ہے زندگی کا یک روپ
رات میں اختر شماری زندگی کا نام ہے
زندگی لاچارگی میں رنگ عزم زندگی
عشق قائم عشق دائم زندگی کا نام ہے
زندگی ہے آکسیجن جاں بلب سانسوں کے نام
love’s madness
Posted May 7, 2016
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Desert is no less than a garden in love’s madness
Ashes of my mortal will spread out in wilderness
meeting is pleasure
Posted December 28, 2015
on:Separation was like gone in desert’s wilderness
Reunion was like river sweeping away loneliness
Clouds pour rain only on lagoons
Posted August 19, 2015
on:- In: Poetry
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Clouds pour rain only on lagoons
Fields but yearn for a single drop
Dust is peacefulness after agony
He tightens and entraps His way
Rise and fall is in line with His will
Fortune maker stays, up in the sky
Be cautious and better stay away
Now every human being bristles
I’m ultimate appraiser of jewels, so
The heart is not discounted, beloved
We scatter like sand particles Naina
My sighs in puts Thal into flames
Abr Bhi Jheel Par Barasta Hai
Kheit Ik Boond Ko Tarasta Hai
Dard Seh Kar Bhi Milti Hai Taskeen
Wo Shikanja Kuch Aise Kasta Hai
Uski Marzi Pe Hai Urooj O Zawaal
Bakht Saaz Aasman Pe Basta Hai
Ehtiyatann Zara Sa Dor Raho
Ab Tau Har Eik Shakhs Dasta Hai
Mein Bhi Joher Shanaas Hon Jaanan
Dil Ka Sauda Bhi Koi Sasta Hai
Reit Ban Kar Bikhartey Hain Naina
Meri Aahon Se Thal Jhulasta Hai
Farzana Khan Naina
Your sweet-smelling youth
Posted August 14, 2015
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Every instant like a torment
Life like a desert’s dream
Desires never rewarded
Life as engulfed by water
Your sweet-smelling youth
Is like flowering roses!
The beauty in thy face is similar to
The heavenly beauty of holy book
Your voice and your way of talking
Is melodious like, piece of music
Solitude is as serene as if reunion
Is being testing all through
Your body is l charismatic fairyland
As if a child’s lovable dream
Earlier it was a simple query Aafi
But now a complicated account
Lost———
Posted July 4, 2015
on:Fear of punishment or what——
Posted March 29, 2015
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I landed in Dubai on 20th March 2015. my daughter Nadia is here with her husband and son. She is my dearest daughter.
My niece Erum is very dear and close to my heart. She is also in Dubai. Every day we went out to different malls, watched movies, did window shopping and had a lot of fun. I like the peaceful and secure Dubai. Dubai s very clean, well organized, and developing every day. May it grow more to provide opportunities to unemployed.
One evening we went to the Mall of Emirates. after some window shopping and enjoying we went to the food court. I love to watch people of all races, religions, regions, and colors beautifully casually or formally dressed. People going here and there least bothered what others do. Sitting in the food court and enjoying Thai food, I enjoyed every moment there. After finishing eating, I forgot my cell phone to pick up from the table. While going back home, I remembered that I had no cell phone with me. We had reached quite far from the mall. It was a late night to go back, so my son-in-law called on my cell number. Someone picked up and assured him that its safe with HR and begotten anytime. I was surprised and doubtful at the same time.
The next day we went and got it! I wonder whether it was fear of punishment that no one took it. People of all nature visit no one dares to steal———–
I am very thankful for the security system that I got my dear cell phone. I was not friends with smartphones then.
I loved my old simple cell.
Thank you, Dubai
The reason for coming to Dubai this time was to meet my dear and great lady, my sister-in-law, her two sons with their families. We saw each other after 15 long years. I feel humbly proud to acknowledge that they were coming to see me.
No pearl shaped in oyster——-
Posted December 17, 2014
on:- In: Poetry
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My sleep is disturbed; why would you fret?
Wind knocked the doors; you’ve not to fret,
You sail with gentle windy waves and enjoy,
My stimulus cast off; so why would you fret?
Cling to and guide others; you’ve not to fret;
If forget my own home, why would you fret?
How does rainfall decide where to shower?
No pearl shaped in oyster, why would you fret?
Rival may get me as booty; why you fret?
When you have given in, why would you fret?
You fixed the tents in desert when got tired,
If one travels all alone; why would you fret?
Under the blue sky
Posted September 22, 2013
on:It’s been a week I am in Dubai. Dubai, the desert, transformed into an oasis, a haven of peace and harmony!
People from all walks of life feel pleasure to visit Dubai though it’s very scorching and steamy.
I happened to go to the City Center with my children. It’s a huge multistory shopping mall with food court and play land etc.
After doing some shopping we went to the food court to pacify the hunger and rest for a while as there were no benches to sit. I there should be some for the senior citizens to take a breath of relief after roaming so much. Well, that’s not my subject today.
In the food court I observed people from different cultures, languages, religion, color, status eat and enjoy under the same roof. Without any fear, complex, hatred or prejudice then why can’t they live peacefully under the blue sky?
Is it because of security, system or strict implementation of law?
The Creator of the universe has also system of rewards and punishments. History has proved it.
I sincerely wish that hearts get closer and hatred perish —–amen!
Inspire to Aspire
Posted November 12, 2011
on:- In: Religion
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Umar’s Wife Acts as Midwife
History repeats itself, but I doubt because the event I am going to write just
now is and can be read-only in the books. Years have passed, but I never
happened to read or hear any such event been repeated. If any of my readers have
any experience of such events in and around the whole full world, please do
share.
Amir Ul mu’minin Hazrat Umar Farooq (radiyallahu ‘anhu) during
the time of a caliphate, used to patrol the streets and suburbs of Medina
himself during the night to be abreast with the happenings.
One night during his regular night patrols he saw a camel-hair tent pitched in
an open place. He had never before seen such kind of shelter so he got closer
to the shelter. There he saw a man sitting outside the tent, and he heard moaning
and groaning coming from inside the tent. Umar (radiyallahu ‘anhu) after greeting
the stranger asked him about him and his problem. The stranger told me that he
was from the desert. He had come to seek help from the Amir Ul mu’minin Hazrat
Umar Farooq. He refused to share with Umar (radiyallahu ‘anhu. Hazrat Umar
insisted that maybe he could help him at that hour of his need at night. So the
stranger told him that his wife is having labor pains, and there is No one with
her to help.
Hazrat Umar (radiyallahu ‘anhu) got up instantly n headed towards his home. On
reaching home, he broached the subject to his wife Umme Kulthoom, “Allah ta’ala
has brought you an opportunity to receive great blessings.” What is it O, Mir
Ul mu’minin?”
Umar said,” there is a poor desert woman’s in labor pains out in addition to
that none to attend her. ”Umme Kulthoom (radiyallahu ‘anha) said that she was
ready to help if it pleases Umar.
Umme Kulthoom (radiyallahu ‘an hu) was after all daughter of
Bibi Fatima (radiyallahu ‘anha) and granddaughter of Rasulullah (sallallahu
alaihi wassallam)
Umar said, ” then you should make all due haste. Also take some butter, pan,
supplies and other necessities needed during the childbirth.”
Umme Kulthoom left for the place with all things required there in the tent.
Umar followed her. She entered the tent while Umar made a fire and occupied
himself with cooking which those people could eat. After short while Umme
Kulthoom (radiyallahu ‘anha) called out from inside the tent, “Amir al
mu’minin, congratulate your friend on the birth of a son.”
The person was quite embarrassed when he heard the title of Amir Ul mu’minin
and realized the position of the person who had been serving him. But Umar
radiyallahu ‘anha) put all his fears at rest, saying, ‘That is all right, there
is nothing to worry about.”
He then placed the pan near the tent, asking his wife to take it and feed the
woman. She fed her and returned the pan to Umar. Then Umar asked the Bedouin to
eat also as he had been awake all night. Having served Umar and his wife
returned home telling the Bedouin < ” come tomorrow, I shall see what I
can do for you.”
Is there any king, nay a petty chief or even an ordinary middle-class person of
today who will take his wife out at late night in the wilderness to attend a sick
stranger woman n prepares food. So dear readers we should realize that unless
we follow the footsteps of those Allah fearing people, we cannot deserve the
special blessings of Almighty Allah