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The new year , is cold
a day old, joyful sorrow
کچھ باتیں خامشی می ھوتی رہیں ، رات گےؑ
کون ہے کہ وہ بھی اس دنیا میں جاگتا ھے ،رات گےؑ
some thoughts shared in silence, late night
who is it that stays awake in this world, late night
چھوڑی ھویؑ بستییوں کو کیا یاد کرنا دل سے، رات گےؑ
پانی کے بلبلے سب، کون رکا دل سے اپنے ساتھ ، رات گےؑ
why be heavy about places once lived in, late night
who stays truly, to comfort the heart , late night.
nature’s beauty is the best company’ never ending curlicue
The last day passed by, the first too is in the shade,
so whats there to see as new? as times slowly fade,
I am by myself , one with nature boundless,in myriad hue,
‘Look ‘ the seven heavens in layers,
no discrepancy, can you see any cracks?’
‘Look again and again and your sight will return to you,
dazzled and exhausted’,Allah ‘s words from the Book’,
‘and lanterns adorn the lower skies’
پھر بھی مہرا خیال اس بات سے ھٹتا نہیں، گمراہ کیوں ھو کویؑ
قدرت حسیں عیاں اس قدر کیوں کویؑ قدرت کو مانتا نہیں
natures beauty is vividly manifest, why one may go astray,
this thought in my mind, an embedded rose, does stay-
‘I am the Wanted and the Unwanted-both, or am I ?
unseen angels present all around and this visible Cheshire with eyes so blue
she was here all day but now its dark and I know she must be outside somewhere close by….
Salam, ‘why O why this feeling so early in the year, while everyone is enjoying singing eating and I noticed many young and old busy in some cooking activity in the cold evening, outside their warm houses, and here you are’ all by..Oh now I know no physical being around….is that it I am the One, Special One, of The Rare Species, definitely, surely going extinct, maybe in this world but not in the next
‘And I have fears that when I may cease to be ’there will hardly be anybody in this pure country sober enough …to be better than …er… our great forefathers, the monk-keys” OH Sir,I must apologize for my distractive nature , but being born under the Gemini Skies I cannot help being either Castor or Pollux- I still wonder which one I am? But I guess
I am surely human for I can see hear eat cheat lie mock taunt smile sleep and grab-command and write and forgive
and so you are but I am not at a loss tonight, how do I cheer you up’
-Believe me I belong to a humble and honest patriotic family from Kashmir, do I have to prove?
That I know but what relationship does that create? all are related by the same creative link and belong to one ‘thinking community with brains’
I belong to the brainy Race that has inhabited this planet for centuries and made a mess of it. Alas!
But isn’t it getting better now? I see great..no I should not use this word..profound progress in roads and bridges and lights…
No roads are fine but have you seen the rubbish heaps beside the roads? Today I was so disturbed that I took a safety match box and went outside and set fire to the dump of waste just opposite our house..people do not want to pay for disposal of waste, they just dump it all over their own neighborhood…so sad so ignorant….so poor..so poor is King of..
O now you are a teacher educator try educating your neighbors in a polite way help them to maintain cleanliness….guide them about the environment..whats that a Gender …problem?
ah , a problem,well in fact, truly it doesn’t matter for being a female I land in the opposite camp because of my given name, which my Grandma bestowed upon me with such love and proud vengeance (I secretly believe) as in later years I came to know through the secret whispers of the family black sheep that “all were expecting a boy” to emerge into this world from the heavens’so I being the fair gender am restricted in action outside the house. Gracious Lord at that time the ultra sound machine had not been invented or –well what can I say-
that is divine will nothing to do with you, now your abilities will matter for you,
Ah my poor soul –how do abilities help when the talents become debilities by the time they are discovered, leave alone developed , honored recognized and rewarded.
and what is the idea of boxes,may I inquire…
In my home country boxes are of great importance- ballot boxes- ice boxes-letter boxes- inboxes-out boxes- and at my recent job a very senior officer placed a Complaint Box and led everyone to the 16th Century style of Management. I could not bear along with this box so I decided to perform the Jack- in- the- box Act and signed myself out. I declared that I was going to Dubai and everyone envied me and congratulated me on this great news- WOW Dubai-the hub of the present celebrity activity- the wonderland of the rich- The- The – and you know Dubai! I believe it will soon be on the list of Sinking Cities of the world-
But I never went there-I lost income , transport facility, a grand VIP Office and so many standing at attention –But I preferred to live without the Gestapo Box (I named it so )In the process I sold my old PC boxlike apparatus and bought a Branded laptop –I feel better with the closeness of the writing and thinking companion-
But this was an application for a job, wasn’t it?
Well, sort of, for an Advertising company- I believe I have grown up with it as it is a part of language and has touched my soul and spirit, from the quiet afternoon calls of the ‘Ice lolly cart man’s tap tapping of the lid of the cart, to the tune- playing ice cream seller on the cycle’- I would definitely go for another style of language and add more to the cart-
I loved the Ice Cream Van though which would come every night playing the tune of the Nursery rhyme’ ‘Girls and boys come out to play-the moon doth shine as bright as day ’
in the lovely historical city of Nottingham where I spent the strangest days of my life, in the year 2003 to February 2004.The exact place was Aspley.
The Ice cream van was colorful, well lit with lights all over it so that one could see the outside decoration too. It was wonderfully attractive and one felt like having ice cream every night even in winter.
One of my original Advertising Project for Cornflakes is still with me (unknown un-shown) with Characters and Captions, Activities and a story- and finally –
About Writing– Indeed I was born to write and write I must
and so it is but you must work hard and consistently, and use good words
Language is my first love –the second-writing- I developed and I hope I have reached some stage of maturity for otherwise English Language is racing down the track, progressively deteriorating and amalgamating into a mixture no Alchemist would be able to solve or dissolve
they ask you about experience
Experience is what you learn after making mistakes, being emotional, sometimes bent upon doing what your heart says and not using your mind where other people want you to use.Your mind is away into the world of imagination, going crazy with colors pencils, brushes , water, paints and you hear your elders say-
’OH what wasteful activities-these are not going to help you in the ‘second house’ دوسرا گھر ’where eventually you have to go’, leave everything and go to the kitchen’ and
there ends your ‘thinking’ your world of art, your land of dreams, your creative wild ideas’, your soul…
Life must change as the year changes, one moves from house to house from city to city but maybe not so from country to country,perhaps once in a life time, but once the Book is accepted never ever think of changing or forgetting it May your soul be at peace may you meet your far away friend , who is getting better day by day….
Oh how..er..er…Oh Great Allah Ji Sami ul Aleem, Samiul Aleem’
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