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Waiting with the yoke of my corpse,

For a bough to befall from the tree
Shrouding my exposed body

To cover it up ———–!

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Afar in moist moonlight’s lap

Emerged an elegant coped town

Like one’s own dreams’ dwelling

Under the dense shade of thickets where

Fireflies flashed light for just a while

(I had a similar dream world in my heart

In remembrance of that beautiful land

Where silence was rhythm, stillness hum

Now its homage, lovable and a bit sulky!

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All mornings were the same

All the evenings were the same

All days were similar

All shackled in brutality

Rough action was the law!

On call of ruthlessness

We brought seen, unseen chains

We planted failures in the fiery heat

At night in the desert of loneliness,

Reaped unseen dreams’ misery!

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The moment now to part away with friends

Clothe in thy memoirs to leave thy tents

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Yearning to get free from every chain

I got on the coast of a nameless river

Under a shade tree near the shore

Beautiful selections from

Ahmed Shamim’s poems

Those were the days when we realized our dreams

Floated boats on waves and geared up whirl pool 

Heart beats in a particle when came to know

Formed hundred moons with a whirling star 

Seen many skilled craftsmen in every phase

Having no dreams, fabricating silk 

The entire temple, church, masjid, chapel probing

When did divine preachers dole out contaminant? 

Due to glass n liquor, odor n music, Sahar

Few friends fashioned festive environment

  

 Composed by Sahar Ansari

Translated by Tanveer Rauf

It’s really amazing that keys played Hide n Seek with us since my childhood.
We lived in a huge bungalow in Peshawar.
Our house was located in the middle having Kitchen garden and rose garden in the backyard and grassy lawn having boundary of fruit trees like pomegranate, oranges, peaches, figs and sweet-smelling seasonal flowers and tennis courtyard in front. There was no fear of robbery as it was cantonment area. We had no locks any where so I was unfamiliar with keys.
Being a habitual forgetter of the keys my brother had removed a window pane in our apartment in Mauripur base Karachi, for me to slide inside the room and unlock the door so all could enter when we returned from any party or occasion. It was but understood that same practice will continue as long as we lived there.
My brother used to go on official tours from one place to another and every time he came back he had either forgotten the key some where or locked them in his suitcases. So every time lock had to be broken. It also happened many a times that keys were found after the lock broke So we had bunches of lost and later found keys.
Children played with them while playing police and robbers
I grew up without any experience of using lock and key as there was nothing to hide or lock.
After I got married I had to go to Jhelum as my husband being in Army was posted there. So all boxes were locked and keys were handed over to me with the advice to take care of them.
I was least interested in keys or locks so I forgot where I had put them. Being a new bride my husband was very kind and without any grumble or frown broke the locks of all my stuff. The keys were later found in one of my hand bags.
Luckily my husband had the same habit of forgetting keys. May be that was the reason he didn’t rebuke me
We had a collection of all shapes and sizes of keys of virgin locks. Those poor locks once locked were never unlocked with any key 🙂
My father had to bear loss in his business because he never doubted anybody’s honesty and never locked his shop.
Last but not the least my son in law has the same loathe for the keys. He religiously forgets his keys everywhere he goes. They have also a collection of keys for their children to play with and locks are used as hammers
I worked in many institutions at respectable posts having my own office with cupboards and tables and lockers but believe you me my drawers were never locked and they keys remained in them.
On my visit to SAARC countries as delegate from Pakistan I was given keys to my room where ever I stayed. But the room was always opened by my colleague or the Host’s staff as I feel scared of keys 
Often during custom checking at the airports locks of my suitcases were always broken as I always failed to find the keys on time in my handbag

So dear friends that is the end of Hide and Seek of keys because we could never find any clue or key to find keys on time

I am familiar with computer for more than 14 years now.I played, learnt, chatted, searched,explored and spent my leisure time with the computer— my friend in loneliness!

I made many friends the world around regardless of sex, age, religion or   language because internet has its own language which is understood mutually 🙂 Once a net friend came all the way driving for 4 hours to meet me in Florida. I met many net friends locally n internationally as well.I believe I’m lucky to have met all good people. Some attended my daughter’s wedding too;  or perhaps it is as William Shakespeare said that, nothing is good or bad, thinking makes it so! So I never doubted anyone’s intentions and always got positive response in return. Love begets love 😀

But like a naughty friend, my computer played pranks with me too.In the beginning and even later for many years I often forgot to save my data while writing so in case of fluctuation in power or break down, I often ended up losing my data and that annoyed me.  I lost many stories, articles and stuff due to this otherwise I would have with me a lot to share. Btw every time I lost my data, I kept nagging my daughter n held her responsible 😉

Finally, my daughter asked me to start writing blogs and she did so many times. But believe you or not I felt scared of blogging as it rhymes with flogging. I felt it was something related to flogs and whips 😀

I am not only scared of blogs but banks and ATM machines too.Amazing strange and weird, isn’t it? :DWhen ever I happened to go to a bank I always tried to give ridiculous smiles to every person present behind the counters to assure them that I am not here to plunder. I deliberately avoided looking at the cash counter and felt cramps in my stomach until I got out of the bank.

This fear moved furtively  into my body and soul due to an incident.Once passing by I entered a computer shop just to find out if he had computer accessories.All of a sudden I felt something hard and cold on my temple.The man holding that pistol asked me to handover the cash I had. Unfortunately I didn’t have any cash except for some coins. The man wouldn’t believe me. The pistol scared me to death. The shopkeeper was at his target too so he just stared silently. Allah saved me as some people entered the shop and the robber got confused and went out of the shop. I’m sure he must be having a toy pistol otherwise he wouldn’t have left the shop.

As a consequence, my legs trembled and the whole body shivered if I ever had to use ATM machine to draw cash that day onwards. However, my son has always been very kind to remember my ATM pin code as he does all my bank transactions.Once I asked my daughter to draw money for me from my ATM Card and I told her the wrong PIN as I had forgotten. Due to repeated failed retries,my card got blocked.

While on the other hand I’m not frightened of untamed animals,  snakes, insane people, darkness and even bosses too hahaha 😀

Animals, insane and darkness or spirits don’t harm us until we harm them. It is my personal experience. As a child I used to amuse myself in summers with splashing tap water. The dangerous wasps also cooled themselves n whirred around the tap and in water. They never injected their sting in me because I never harmed them. The snakes wriggled by me never hurting me. The black scorpions too were harmless for our entire family in Peshawar. We never killed any one of them either.

So dear readers it’s me, a whimsical human being.

I have written n translated books on health and for children around 70 in all and have also written articles in magazines but as I said blogging scares me like flogging!

So unlike normal people I have been very scared of writing blogs———

Though I like to accept challenges and am very committed person too so I want to write blogs but don’t know how to start————- is there any kindhearted fellow who can guide me for I WANT TO WRITE  and be a part of bloggers like I am a friend of friends on internet and in real life too.

I would end up with William Shakespeare’s saying:

“Real love is not based on romance, candle night dinner and walks along the beach, but in fact it is based on respect, compromise and care”


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