Saal-e Naw

Or palak jhapakte hi zindaghi ka ek saal tamaam hua...

Kuch khushiyaan , kuch gham , jo hyaat-e-insaani ka hissa hain... waqt ki saanson ke asaas hain... hamesha ki tarah daaman mein aagire...

kabhi kisi gham ne paheron aankhon ko rulaya to kabhi kisi khusi ne dil ko malamaal kar diya...

or main zindaghi ke is mod per khade sochti hi rahi ke main ne kya kuch kho diya or kya kuch paa liya... Hisaab kitaab karne per pata chala ke paya bht kaam hai ... or khoya zyada hai ... gham na ho to zindghi ka ehsaas kahan ?

lekin ... mujhe is baat ka pura ehsaas hai ke mujhe apne mann ke musbit khayaalon ko madd-e nazar rakhte hue naye saal ka istequbaal karna chahiye ... Allah SWT se duaa hai ke naya saal is duniyaan mein basne waale her insaan ki khoi hui khushiyaan vapaas kar de... Ameen!

Tamaam = Khatam hona, end

Hyaat = Zindaghi

Hissa = part

asaas = bunyaad , radical, jad , root

daaman = aanchal

musbit = positive

Istequbaal = Welcome

Use rokte bhi to kis liye ???

Woh jo Shahr-e-dil tha ujad gaya...

Woh jo khwaab tha woh bikhar gaya...

Kabhi mausamon ki nazar lagi,

Kabhi wahmon ne dra diya...

Kabhi manzilon ke suraab ne,

Kabhi zindaghi ki kitaab se,

Hamein jis ne chaha mita diya...

bas isiliye....

Woh jo ja raha tha door tak ...

Use dekhte hi rahe magar...

Nahi di Saada...

use rokte bhi to kis liye ???

I have got lost in the city of Love;

I am being cleansed, withdrawing myself from my head, hands and feet...

I have got rid of my ego and have attained my goal,

Thus it has all ended well.

Oh Bullah, the lord pervades both the worlds,

none now appears a stranger to me.

........................................................... by Bulleh Shah

Zindaghi ki tanz bhari Ha^nsi ...

Zindaghi ki ha^nsi ne mujhe ek lamhe ke liye roka...

magar!

gham ka sahera... Bahut door tak...

waqt ki aakhri hadd tak phailta tha...

Kadi dhoop ki bekaraan wusa-aton mein,

tapeeda badan dasht ke faaslon mein,

Nami ke liye, Rahat, hasrat-e- daayemi ke liye...

Aanswoon ki zaroorat thi...

Magar zindaghi ki tanz bhari ha^nsi ne mujhe us lamhe mein rok liya...

Wahi lamha!!!

ke jis mein iraade badalte hain... or...

zindghaani ke raaste badalte hain...

Woh lamha ! ke jab zamaane ke banaye gaye saare naqshe badalte hain...

Aayiendaghaan ke sitaare badalte hain...

Khuda jaane !!! Ab kya hoga???

Meanings:

Sahera = desert

Kadi = intense

bekaran = unlimited

Wusa-at = bada, phailao, Bigger

tapeeda badan = jalta hua jism

dasht = jungle

Nami = humid, wet

dayemi = hamesha ke liye, immortal

Ayeindaghaan = Future, aane wala waqt.

Tanhai...

Zindaghi ki Haqueeqat ne yaad-e-maazi ko jala kar raakh kar diya...

Ab na to khwahishon ka mahel raha na tamannao ke gulistaan...

Bas ab khandaron ki kachchi dewaaron mein kuch puraane khwaab baaste hai...

Jo jeene nahi dete...

or agar jo jeene ki tamnna machal jaye to tursh haqueeqat use maar deti hai ...

Baghon ke sufaid phool kitne khubsoorat or pakeeza the,

Dil ke bahut qareeb the... labon ke tabassum ka sabab the...

tez hawaaon ke tufaan ne unhein raund diya... or inhi tez hawaaon ke jhakkad ne palkon mein ret or mitti ki jalan bher di or nazron ke samne se saare manzer gayeb ho gaye,

Is shor ne meri quwwat-e- sama-at cheen li,

Or chaaron taraf bikharti hui adhoori tanhayion ne poocha...

Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Kyon ho raha hai?

jawab aaya...

Jo be-iraada safar pe niklein to yeh to hota hi hai...or yeh to hoga hi ...

Rafaaqaton ka gahera sooraj ghroob ke imtehaan mein hai...

ab is baat ko tasleem karna hi hoga ke ...

" Hijr ka mausam to wasl ki paheli shaam se hi safar ka agaaz kar chuka tha...

Birthday...

Yesterday was Saturday as well as my birthday. I was neither happy nor sad. How can anybody be excited if she has to work on her special day also? I was their in the lab since morning to evening till 6 breaking my head with the experiment.

Then i told my colleagues that i have to go coz i have plan for shopping. (They didn't wish me since they didn't know about it). As soon as i came out i realized that it is beautiful evening, so lets try to click some marvelous beauty of nature with my newly purchased Canon Camera. And then i started. Since it was Saturday evening so institute was almost empty instead of some people who have dedication towards their work.

So look at the empty passageway...

The way to sea shor...

and the silent sea face...

On the way after looking at different smiling flowers i became totally mad...

However i wanted to focus on the flowers, but any way i think i succeeded...

Look at this yellow sunflower which was standing arrogantly there...

I don't know the names of these flowers but they were there...

And were trying to increase the beauty of nature...

Indeed nature is amazing...

I love this tree...

Easily u can notice the prominent feature of this tree that why it is so sight capturing...

And finally i decided that i should move otherwise it will be too late to go for shopping...

I bought some necessary stuff for my daily usage from nearby market n came back to hostel...

So in a photographic point of view my birthday was nice this time... Otherwise it was totally a normal usual day...

Peace.

Kal Ki Shab...

Kal ki shab...

Ke jis shab mein...

Aasman ka her tara...

Mujh ko chunne ke liye zameen per utra...

Kyonke...

kal ki shab...

Dosti ke sachche rishton ka chaand,

Asmaan per nahi...

Mere sang zameena per tha...

Bachpan

Sochti hun bachpan ke woh din kitne achche the...

jahan saare jazbe sachche hua karte the...

jahan raj-w-gham ka koi naam-o-nishaan tak na tha...

Zimmedariyon ka koi bojh na tha...Her pal jahan haseen tha, jahan rishton ke koi bandhan na the. Fikr ka koi jaal na tha...

Bhari dhoop mein Maan cheekhti rahti thi, or bachpan ped ki shaakhon pe jhula karta tha.

Woh Sunehre din kaun hum se cheen le gaya???

Saahil per mitti ke gharaunde banane ke din kahan chale gaye?

If i look far beyond in the past then many many memories flash back in my mind...

Bachpan!!!

Dhool mitti se sanwarta hua bachpan; Khilonon ki dukaanon ko hasrat se takta hua bachpan; patang ki door mein uljha hua bachpan; Namaz padhta hua bachpan; Nannhe munnhe haathon se duaaein mangta hua bachpan; Madrason mein sipaare padhta hua bachpan; Roze rakhne ki zidd karta hua bachpan; bhai bahen ke saath shararat or masti karta hua bachpan; Ummeedon ke diye jalata hua bachpan; Gaaon ke riots se darta hua bachpan; Kamiyaabiyon per ithlata hua bachpan; doston se jhagdta manata hua bachpan...

Machis ki khali dibiyon se bani rel gaadi ki patriyan kaun chura le gaya?

Kaash!!! Mujh se koi meri shadab jawani ke badle bachpan ke woh maasoom din vapas la de...

Jab saari duniyan shaab ke taariki mein thak ker so jati thi; tab bachpan diya jala ke kahani ki kitaabon mein doob jata tha...or phir subah se leke shaam tak kisi dewaanon ki tarah schoolmein waqt bitata tha...

Badi hi anmol din the...

Is tarah kitaabon, patangon or kahaniyon mein ulajhta hua bachpan kab ghuzar gaya? Ihsaas hi na hua...

I wish, I wish to be there in my childhood forever and ever...but...

You won't believe, while writing all these i couldn't control tears rolling down my face...but...So is the life...

Peace.

Koi Chhaon^ ho jise chhaon kahne mein^

Dopaher ka ghumaan^ na ho...

Koi shaam ho jise shaam kahne mein shaab ka koi nishaan^ na ho...

Koi wasl ho,

Jise wasl kahne mein hijr ka dhuwaan^ na ho...

Koi lafz ho jise likhne padhne ki chaah mein,

Kabhi ek lamha giraan^ na ho...

Yeh kahan hua hai ke hum tumhein,

Kabhi apne dil se pukaarne ki saai karein,

Wahin aarzoo be-amaan na ho...

Wahin mausam gham-e-jaan^ na ho...

Maeanigs:

Chhaon= Saya

Shaab = Raat

wasl = Milan

Hijr = Judaai

Lafz = word, shabd

giraan^ = nagawar, khushi na dene wala

Saai = Koshish

( Even if you don't understand feel free to ask the meaning...)