tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21936780861573116542011-12-20T04:32:21.730-08:00Aaena-e-DilBheeghi palkein,nazakat,shrarat,gaye mausam ki Kuch aadhi adhuri baatein, khyalat, tassawur,fun or zahn-o-dil ka aks ...Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-76419163039006491542011-11-17T13:42:00.000-08:002011-11-17T14:09:11.724-08:00Meherbaan-w- Mushfaq Maa^n Baap<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMv0xb9_jKs/TsWAPJ7sENI/AAAAAAAABD8/u56BbTtpiyc/s1600/BACHPAN1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mMv0xb9_jKs/TsWAPJ7sENI/AAAAAAAABD8/u56BbTtpiyc/s320/BACHPAN1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676083903223042258" /></a><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Aur is waqt ahed-e-maazi ki yaadon ke thapede phir se mujhe baha le gaye, aur hostel ke room mein tanha baithe hue main kahin bahut door Maa^n ki aanchal ke chhaon tale aur baap ki pyar bhari nazron ke aas paas phir se bhatakne lagi, ke aaj un ke wajood se hi mera wajood hai. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Bhari chilchilaati dhoop mein maa^n ki mamtaa pukarti raheti thi, aur sunehra bachpan gaao^n ki ghaliyon mein khela karta tha... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Din bhar kaam se thake haare baap ki shafqat- raat ke dilchasp aur kaaraamad mubaahesoo^n mein badal jaya karti thi... Or mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai un ke mu^nh se pyar bhara mera naam "Saimof " sun kar dil machal jata tha... ( He always tries to address me with my name more like Russian name, i don't know why?) </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Or School mein hamari kamyaabiyon ki khabar sunte hi najane kitne jugnu un ki aankho^n mein jagmaga jaate the... Or yeh ehsaas hi dil ki khumari ke liye kaafi tha ke hum apne waldain ka maan hain, samman hain or un ka ghroor hain ... or yahi ehsaas hi un ki daant phatkaar ko apne andar aasaani se jazab kar leta tha ...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Aaj woh Sunehra pachpan, mubahse, dilchaspiyaan, ranginiyan, tamashe aur mastiyaan najane kahan kho gaye? Bachpan ke gulistaan ke masoom phoolon se saari rangeen titliyan ud gayi ... Sufaiyed pariyoon waali kahaniyon ki kitaabein kho gayi... </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Sach hai, koi beti jab apne maa^n baap ke ghar ki dahleez paar karti hai to kabhi na waapas aane ke liye... kaash! main apne maa^n baap ke saath hamesha rah sakti or bachpan ka bachkaana dimagh aaj bhi mere andar kahin panap raha hota ... kaash ... kaash ... </span></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-7641916303900649154?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-29815527842221565362011-08-28T12:42:00.000-07:002011-08-28T14:01:22.686-07:00Paigham- e- Eid<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmmchenCJHY/Tlqocv1CzFI/AAAAAAAABDo/fUFQVsrDIBY/s1600/Picture1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XmmchenCJHY/Tlqocv1CzFI/AAAAAAAABDo/fUFQVsrDIBY/s320/Picture1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646010294691089490" /></a>Rhe kaduraat na koi dil mein, <div>Na dil mein nafrat ka naqsh ubhre,</div><div>Koi bhi jazba, ke jis se rishton ki tazghi ko...</div><div>Khizaan ki zardi Udaas karde...</div><div>Haseen chehron ki raunaqein maand na pad jaein...</div><div>Khyaal rakhna,</div><div>Koi bhi shikwa kisi bhi lab per na aane paye...</div><div>Ke aaj ka din mohabbaton ke milaap ka ek haseen din hai,</div><div>Yeh EID ka din,</div><div>Naveed jis ki ghali ghali hai...</div><div>jo rishte ruthe hue hain, unko ...</div><div>ghale lagalo...</div><div>unhein manalo...</div><div>yehi to paigham-e-Eid ka hai...</div><div>yehi khushi eid ki khushi hai...</div><div>ke sab ke honton pe </div><div>muskurahat ke phool bikhrein...</div><div>Khuloos ke rang aur nikhrein ...</div><div>yehi to paighaam-e- EID ka hai...</div><div>
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<br /></div><div>***EID MUBARAK***</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-2981552784222156536?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-12868881989621657612011-05-09T10:20:00.000-07:002011-05-09T10:31:47.292-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0lBHWnkFAs/TcgijxLORxI/AAAAAAAABCg/I0xTdjVuL68/s1600/Picture1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 34px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a0lBHWnkFAs/TcgijxLORxI/AAAAAAAABCg/I0xTdjVuL68/s320/Picture1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604767734153758482" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Shayed woh samjha nahi saka ya main samajh nahi payi... Faasle badhte gaye or kisi ne use kam karne ki koshish nahi ki... Us ne ki hogi yaquenan... lekin shayed main, use jaan nahi paayi...</p><p class="MsoNormal">Mujhe ab tak nahi maloom ho saka ke yeh sab kyon hua? or kaise hua? </p><p class="MsoNormal">Lekin, </p><p class="MsoNormal">jab pata chala to is ehsaas ne jaan se maar diya, ke ek ahem rishta khatam ho chuka hai... or saari ummedein bhi dam tod chuki hain... ke ab pachtawe ke siwa kya haasil???</p><p class="MsoNormal">aksar sochti hun... kya woh bhi aise hi sochta hoga... meri tarah... shayed nahi ...</p><p class="MsoNormal">Pahele jaise ab ehsasaat kahan ? ... pahele jaise ab jazbaat kahan ?... sab kuch badal gaya... lekin mere liye to kuch bhi nahi badla... sab kuch pahele ki tarah hai ... bhale hi woh mane ya mane... Woh mere dil me hamesha nek duaaon ki tarah rahe ga... ke woh jahan bhi rahe, sada khush rahe...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-1286888198962165761?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-14512877715713206112011-03-27T10:03:00.000-07:002011-03-28T06:00:04.866-07:00Sunday Scribbling<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hDIVCl7Ewg/TZCGOCGjaLI/AAAAAAAABCY/7lVrqBrLDIo/s1600/IMG_1632.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2hDIVCl7Ewg/TZCGOCGjaLI/AAAAAAAABCY/7lVrqBrLDIo/s320/IMG_1632.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589114713207433394" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-1451287771571320611?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-47281641816952379132011-01-10T05:44:00.000-08:002011-01-11T06:23:24.527-08:00Bachche...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/TSsNdpJMMXI/AAAAAAAABBo/MP3cuwcfPJs/s1600/P5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/TSsNdpJMMXI/AAAAAAAABBo/MP3cuwcfPJs/s320/P5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560552967830778226" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Bachche Muflis ke machal jaate hain... sanbhal jaate hain...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Kaise Maasoom hain ... vaadon se bahel jaate hain...<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br />Muflis = ghareeb, poor<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-4728164181695237913?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-512768004464853772010-12-30T10:15:00.000-08:002010-12-30T11:33:27.972-08:00Saal-e Naw<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><u><br /></u></span></div>Or palak jhapakte hi zindaghi ka ek saal tamaam hua...<br /><div><div><div><div>Kuch khushiyaan , kuch gham , jo hyaat-e-insaani ka hissa hain... waqt ki saanson ke asaas hain... hamesha ki tarah daaman mein aagire...</div><div>kabhi kisi gham ne paheron aankhon ko rulaya to kabhi kisi khusi ne dil ko malamaal kar diya...</div><div><br /></div><div>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 ?</div><div><br /></div><div>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!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Tamaam = Khatam hona, end</div><div>Hyaat = Zindaghi</div><div>Hissa = part</div><div>asaas = bunyaad , radical, jad , root</div><div>daaman = aanchal</div><div>musbit = positive</div><div>Istequbaal = Welcome</div></div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/TRzaJEAK43I/AAAAAAAABBQ/60OEQXsG_JU/s1600/New%2Byear.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/TRzaJEAK43I/AAAAAAAABBQ/60OEQXsG_JU/s320/New%2Byear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556555889496482674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-51276800446485377?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-7687420992909564312010-09-20T00:31:00.000-07:002010-09-20T00:36:45.063-07:00Use rokte bhi to kis liye ???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/TJcO1aY5wyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/4p0Hj_M4Oas/s1600/udaasi.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/TJcO1aY5wyI/AAAAAAAAAqk/4p0Hj_M4Oas/s320/udaasi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518896179145458466" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Woh jo Shahr-e-dil tha ujad gaya...</div><div>Woh jo khwaab tha woh bikhar gaya...</div><div>Kabhi mausamon ki nazar lagi,</div><div>Kabhi wahmon ne dra diya...</div><div>Kabhi manzilon ke suraab ne,</div><div>Kabhi zindaghi ki kitaab se,</div><div>Hamein jis ne chaha mita diya...</div><div>bas isiliye....</div><div>Woh jo ja raha tha door tak ...</div><div>Use dekhte hi rahe magar...</div><div>Nahi di Saada...</div><div>use rokte bhi to kis liye ???</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-768742099290956431?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-392327744227724792010-09-15T02:35:00.001-07:002010-09-15T02:49:24.197-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/TJCWU1Z1pBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Zy8aqN_8j94/s1600/28305_124356780926817_100000574882918_196460_7877800_n.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/TJCWU1Z1pBI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/Zy8aqN_8j94/s320/28305_124356780926817_100000574882918_196460_7877800_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517074828205859858" /></a><br />I have got lost in the city of Love;<div>I am being cleansed, withdrawing myself from my head, hands and feet...</div><div>I have got rid of my ego and have attained my goal,</div><div>Thus it has all ended well.</div><div>Oh Bullah, the lord pervades both the worlds,</div><div>none now appears a stranger to me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>........................................................... by Bulleh Shah</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-39232774422772479?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-65186538778985052522010-07-12T23:50:00.000-07:002010-07-13T00:04:00.914-07:00Zindaghi ki tanz bhari Ha^nsi ...Zindaghi ki ha^nsi ne mujhe ek lamhe ke liye roka...<div>magar!</div><div>gham ka sahera... Bahut door tak...</div><div>waqt ki aakhri hadd tak phailta tha...</div><div>Kadi dhoop ki bekaraan wusa-aton mein,</div><div>tapeeda badan dasht ke faaslon mein,</div><div>Nami ke liye, Rahat, hasrat-e- daayemi ke liye...</div><div>Aanswoon ki zaroorat thi...</div><div>Magar zindaghi ki tanz bhari ha^nsi ne mujhe us lamhe mein rok liya...</div><div>Wahi lamha!!!</div><div>ke jis mein iraade badalte hain... or...</div><div>zindghaani ke raaste badalte hain...</div><div>Woh lamha ! ke jab zamaane ke banaye gaye saare naqshe badalte hain...</div><div>Aayiendaghaan ke sitaare badalte hain...</div><div>Khuda jaane !!! Ab kya hoga???</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Meanings:</div><div>Sahera = desert</div><div>Kadi = intense</div><div>bekaran = unlimited</div><div>Wusa-at = bada, phailao, Bigger</div><div>tapeeda badan = jalta hua jism </div><div>dasht = jungle</div><div>Nami = humid, wet</div><div>dayemi = hamesha ke liye, immortal</div><div>Ayeindaghaan = Future, aane wala waqt.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-6518653877898505252?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-9646859577501175532010-07-05T06:58:00.000-07:002010-07-05T07:16:39.635-07:00Tanhai...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/TDHpG9g-5UI/AAAAAAAAAn8/YVoJMvsTd0Q/s1600/Tanhai.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/TDHpG9g-5UI/AAAAAAAAAn8/YVoJMvsTd0Q/s320/Tanhai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490425726542734658" /></a><br />Zindaghi ki Haqueeqat ne yaad-e-maazi ko jala kar raakh kar diya...<div>Ab na to khwahishon ka mahel raha na tamannao ke gulistaan...</div><div>Bas ab khandaron ki kachchi dewaaron mein kuch puraane khwaab baaste hai...</div><div>Jo jeene nahi dete...</div><div>or agar jo jeene ki tamnna machal jaye to tursh haqueeqat use maar deti hai ...</div><div>Baghon ke sufaid phool kitne khubsoorat or pakeeza the,</div><div>Dil ke bahut qareeb the... labon ke tabassum ka sabab the...</div><div>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,</div><div>Is shor ne meri quwwat-e- sama-at cheen li,</div><div>Or chaaron taraf bikharti hui adhoori tanhayion ne poocha...</div><div>Yeh sab kya ho raha hai? Kyon ho raha hai?</div><div>jawab aaya...</div><div>Jo be-iraada safar pe niklein to yeh to hota hi hai...or yeh to hoga hi ...</div><div>Rafaaqaton ka gahera sooraj ghroob ke imtehaan mein hai...</div><div>ab is baat ko tasleem karna hi hoga ke ...</div><div>" Hijr ka mausam to wasl ki paheli shaam se hi safar ka agaaz kar chuka tha...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-964685957750117553?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-81142329957415788572010-05-15T20:53:00.000-07:002010-05-15T21:44:48.276-07:00Birthday...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.<div>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.</div><div><br /></div><div>So look at the empty passageway...</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9wKYl2eRI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Gb3cAftMY_0/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9wKYl2eRI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Gb3cAftMY_0/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471715395980654866" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><div>The way to sea shor...<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9xAizzKJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vj4EAWpGD9Q/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9xAizzKJI/AAAAAAAAAlk/vj4EAWpGD9Q/s320/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471716326436448402" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>and the silent sea face...</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9yqV2s6mI/AAAAAAAAAls/aOb3F37TVLI/s1600/IMG_0172.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9yqV2s6mI/AAAAAAAAAls/aOb3F37TVLI/s320/IMG_0172.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471718144025094754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9zEB1EaCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/U14lkMRKQjE/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"></a><div>On the way after looking at different smiling flowers i became totally mad...</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9zEB1EaCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/U14lkMRKQjE/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9zEB1EaCI/AAAAAAAAAl0/U14lkMRKQjE/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471718585326135330" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>However i wanted to focus on the flowers, but any way i think i succeeded...</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9ztTugaWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xznrMeWWe9I/s1600/IMG_0188.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9ztTugaWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/xznrMeWWe9I/s320/IMG_0188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471719294505085282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-90W8FPHgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SSTJEJ-GJ5M/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG"></a><div>Look at this yellow sunflower which was standing arrogantly there...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-90W8FPHgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SSTJEJ-GJ5M/s1600/IMG_0166.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-90W8FPHgI/AAAAAAAAAmE/SSTJEJ-GJ5M/s320/IMG_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471720009712475650" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know the names of these flowers but they were there...</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-900--ix0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/7hQvN8grhlE/s1600/IMG_0161.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-900--ix0I/AAAAAAAAAmM/7hQvN8grhlE/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471720525885785922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-91QycvymI/AAAAAAAAAmU/n8DtHLtvuHo/s1600/IMG_0180.JPG"></a><div>And were trying to increase the beauty of nature...</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-91QycvymI/AAAAAAAAAmU/n8DtHLtvuHo/s1600/IMG_0180.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-91QycvymI/AAAAAAAAAmU/n8DtHLtvuHo/s320/IMG_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471721003559144034" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Indeed nature is amazing...</div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-91mSe5QDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/n1oYwK2l6Ks/s1600/IMG_0192.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-91mSe5QDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/n1oYwK2l6Ks/s320/IMG_0192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471721372935340082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-916acedsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ILsK2basfos/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG"></a><div>I love this tree...</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-916acedsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ILsK2basfos/s1600/IMG_0170.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-916acedsI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ILsK2basfos/s320/IMG_0170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471721718670063298" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Easily u can notice the prominent feature of this tree that why it is so sight capturing...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-92S9Ao0KI/AAAAAAAAAms/xa2wuJbtvv4/s1600/IMG_0190.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-92S9Ao0KI/AAAAAAAAAms/xa2wuJbtvv4/s320/IMG_0190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471722140265402530" /></a><br /><div>And finally i decided that i should move otherwise it will be too late to go for shopping...</div><div>I bought some necessary stuff for my daily usage from nearby market n came back to hostel...</div><div>So in a photographic point of view my birthday was nice this time... Otherwise it was totally a normal usual day...</div><div><br /></div><div>Peace.</div><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-9vFv3UXUI/AAAAAAAAAlU/LZNkqJ09ZyI/s1600/IMG_0182.JPG"></a><span><span></span></span><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-8114232995741578857?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-26250977312681959112010-05-14T22:04:00.000-07:002010-05-14T22:10:40.614-07:00Kal Ki Shab...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-4sw6zerXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AxOldr9UR3o/s1600/Raat.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S-4sw6zerXI/AAAAAAAAAlM/AxOldr9UR3o/s320/Raat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471359816232250738" /></a><br />Kal ki shab...<div>Ke jis shab mein...</div><div>Aasman ka her tara...</div><div>Mujh ko chunne ke liye zameen per utra...</div><div>Kyonke...</div><div>kal ki shab...</div><div>Dosti ke sachche rishton ka chaand, </div><div>Asmaan per nahi...</div><div>Mere sang zameena per tha...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-2625097731268195911?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-57477937446998869682010-03-03T20:36:00.000-08:002010-03-04T10:12:00.999-08:00Bachpan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S48_6cbd-rI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vlHXzyPGB1E/s1600-h/Bachpan.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/S48_6cbd-rI/AAAAAAAAAhE/vlHXzyPGB1E/s320/Bachpan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444640747810585266" /></a><br />Sochti hun bachpan ke woh din kitne achche the...<div>jahan saare jazbe sachche hua karte the...</div><div>jahan raj-w-gham ka koi naam-o-nishaan tak na tha...</div><div>Zimmedariyon ka koi bojh na tha...Her pal jahan haseen tha, jahan rishton ke koi bandhan na the. Fikr ka koi jaal na tha...</div><div>Bhari dhoop mein <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF99FF;">Maan </span>cheekhti rahti thi, or bachpan ped ki shaakhon pe jhula karta tha.</div><div>Woh Sunehre din kaun hum se cheen le gaya???</div><div>Saahil per mitti ke gharaunde banane ke din kahan chale gaye?</div><div><br /></div><div>If i look far beyond in the past then many many memories flash back in my mind...</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF6666;">Bachpan!!!</span> </div><div>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...</div><div>Machis ki khali dibiyon se bani rel gaadi ki patriyan kaun chura le gaya?</div><div>Kaash!!! Mujh se koi meri shadab jawani ke badle bachpan ke woh maasoom din vapas la de...</div><div>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...</div><div>Badi hi anmol din the...</div><div>Is tarah kitaabon, patangon or kahaniyon mein ulajhta hua bachpan kab ghuzar gaya? Ihsaas hi na hua...</div><div><br /></div><div>I wish, I wish to be there in my childhood forever and ever...but...</div><div>You won't believe, while writing all these i couldn't control tears rolling down my face...but...So is the life...</div><div><br /></div><div>Peace.</div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-5747793744699886968?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-7638295157025693292010-01-21T22:01:00.000-08:002010-01-21T22:15:15.310-08:00Koi Chhaon^ ho jise chhaon kahne mein^<div>Dopaher ka ghumaan^ na ho...</div><div>Koi shaam ho jise shaam kahne mein shaab ka koi nishaan^ na ho...</div><div>Koi wasl ho,</div><div>Jise wasl kahne mein hijr ka dhuwaan^ na ho...</div><div>Koi lafz ho jise likhne padhne ki chaah mein,</div><div>Kabhi ek lamha giraan^ na ho...</div><div>Yeh kahan hua hai ke hum tumhein,</div><div>Kabhi apne dil se pukaarne ki saai karein,</div><div>Wahin aarzoo be-amaan na ho...</div><div>Wahin mausam gham-e-jaan^ na ho...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Maeanigs:</div><div>Chhaon= Saya</div><div>Shaab = Raat</div><div>wasl = Milan</div><div>Hijr = Judaai</div><div>Lafz = word, shabd</div><div>giraan^ = nagawar, khushi na dene wala</div><div>Saai = Koshish</div><div>( Even if you don't understand feel free to ask the meaning...)</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-763829515702569329?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-49779434269423237312009-12-24T20:56:00.001-08:002009-12-24T21:02:43.000-08:00Aakhir kab tak???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SzRF-PdLzYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2AUJTYqfl8s/s1600-h/aakhir+kab+tak.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SzRF-PdLzYI/AAAAAAAAAfo/2AUJTYqfl8s/s320/aakhir+kab+tak.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419033187236695426" border="0" /></a>A beutiful ghazal by Farhat Abbas Shaah...<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Aakhir kab tak???</span><br /><br />Shaam dhali hai,<br />yaad ke gair aabad nazar se door...<br />Hazzaron ghuzre lamhe,<br />soch rahein hain,<br />aati jaati dhoop ke darr se...<br />shaam ke baad ke saare manzar,<br />Saare roop ganwa ke jaane wala buzdil...<br />Mausam ke be ma-ani khauf ke haathon kab tak,<br />Be bas or majboor rahe ga???<br />Khadshon mein mahsoor rahe ga???<br />Aakhir kab tak<br />Door rahe ga???<br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-4977943426942323731?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-80139935602397428302009-12-01T20:37:00.000-08:002009-12-01T20:48:20.122-08:00Ek baar kaho tum mere ho...Hum ghoom chuke basti, ban mein,<br />ek aas ki phaans liye mann mein,<br />Koi Sajan ho, koi pyara ho,<br />Koi deepak ho, koi tara ho,<br />jab jeevan raat andheri ho,<br />ek baar kaho... tum mere ho...<br /><br />Hum kab tak preet ke dhoke mein,<br />tum kab tak dar-w-jharonkon mein,<br />Dil ka daaman phaila ho,<br />Kyon gori ka dil maila ho,<br />kab mere dil mein sawera ho?<br />ek baar...kaho...<br />tum... tum... tum...<br />ek baar kaho tum mere ho...<br /><br /><br /><br />Ban = jungle<br />phaans = chubhan ka ehsaas<br />dar = door, darwaza<br />jharonka = yahan meaning hai window, khidki<br />daaman = aanchal<br />sawera = Subah, morning<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-8013993560239742830?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-27101664642598803462009-11-06T02:33:00.000-08:002009-11-06T02:42:37.199-08:00Slow progress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SvP8ItdlUtI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bbQkRGYAV6w/s1600-h/Saima.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SvP8ItdlUtI/AAAAAAAAAfE/bbQkRGYAV6w/s320/Saima.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400937604720186066" border="0" /></a>Don't you think there is gradual improvement in my water color painting ....???<br />Paper quality was not so good...but mujhe to painting banabe ki dhunn chdhi hui thi , is liye jo available tha us per hi bana dala...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-2710166464259880346?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-10693021015580162842009-10-30T22:25:00.000-07:002009-10-30T22:38:15.470-07:00Aey Chaand Use kahna...<p>Aey Chaand!!! use kahna,</p><p>Woh to door bahut door basta hai...</p><p>Use koi yaad karta hai, </p><p>or bahesaab karta hai.</p><p>Jab woh kushi se muskurata hai'</p><p>to door bht door kisi ka dil</p><p>dhadakta hai...</p><p>Or jab woh udaas hota hai,</p><p>Us ke dukh ko samjh kar,</p><p>door kahin bht door ,</p><p>Kisi ki aankhon se </p><p>lahoo barasta hai...</p><p>Aey Chaand use kahna</p><p>Jise woh chod aaya tha,</p><p>Jise woh bhool aaya tha,</p><p>Jise woh tod aaya tha,</p><p>Woh to aaj bhi,</p><p>Tere aas paas kahin basta hai...</p><p> </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-1069302101558016284?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-8703685055967972372009-10-28T00:00:00.000-07:002009-10-28T02:56:37.035-07:00for Friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SuftOpMgcOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sWmrqFmJHo8/s1600-h/Richa%282%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SuftOpMgcOI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sWmrqFmJHo8/s320/Richa%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397543514259091682" border="0" /></a><br />As per my promise, i am posting the sketch ...<br /><br />Hey Happy belated birth day Richa...<br />Don't worry, I will give you the hard copy of this :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-870368505596797237?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-88745833872330724942009-10-25T22:44:00.000-07:002009-10-25T23:29:24.231-07:00Random Sundayyesterday was again sunday...<br />I got up late, had breakfast, and waited for my friend to go for shopping, but she had some important work to do so our shopping program got canceled. Then watched a wonderful movie " Bucket List". The important message from the movie i got was " Extract happines<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SuVBJGOnwmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JTe6bH60C_0/s1600-h/Haji+Ali.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SuVBJGOnwmI/AAAAAAAAAeE/JTe6bH60C_0/s320/Haji+Ali.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396791353019974242" border="0" /></a>s from every moment of your life" readers are strongly advised to watch that movie...It is amazing.<br /> Some thing was there in my mind that was quite irritable, in order to become free from that feeling, there was sudden urge to go to some holy place. After post lunch i went to Haji Ali, prayed there for complete peace of my mind. said sorry to Allah Rabbul ezzat for all wrong thing that i have done. And Finally came back to hostel with some satisfaction.<br /> Then i sketched a portrait of my dearest friend in order to present her on her birth day, though her birthday has gone long ago...I will post that sketch very soon...just wait... :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-8874583387233072494?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-64052945125237559972009-10-24T00:49:00.000-07:002009-10-24T02:48:38.946-07:00khwahishPayaase mausam mein...<br />ab ki khwahish ban kar...<br />tere dil mein utrun...<br />tum ko sairaab kar jaaon...<br />tumhari veeran raaton mein mahkun...<br />tumhari neendon ko mahetaab kar jaon...<br />apna aap pane se pahele...<br />Zind tumhare naam kar jaon...<br />Sirf titliyaan bache meri qabr per...<br />pakadne ke liye waqt tere naam kar jaon...<br /><br /><br />Poet : unknown<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-6405294512523755997?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-77562745470699041672009-10-05T04:16:00.000-07:002009-10-05T07:31:16.664-07:00Some Sketching in a very Sad dayHonestly yesterday was very boring and depressing day. There was raining the whole day, and it was sunday so i was imprisoned in my hostel room alone, doing nothing. So i decided to to sketch some thing. I picked up my PARKER ink pen( gifted by my friend Cherry; Believe me it is her real name...Its sounds funny no...) and sketched this ...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SsnXjDO18NI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Af9RhRgj4tE/s1600-h/ParoSketch0001.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SsnXjDO18NI/AAAAAAAAAcU/Af9RhRgj4tE/s320/ParoSketch0001.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389075426288464082" border="0" /></a> A Sketch by Ink Pen<br /><br />I also sketched a fort where we have gone for trek last Sunday...but it is sketched with the help of pencil...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SsnY4L2_D7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/jwQtFMc9v0M/s1600-h/ParoSketch0002.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 302px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SsnY4L2_D7I/AAAAAAAAAcc/jwQtFMc9v0M/s320/ParoSketch0002.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389076888893198258" border="0" /></a> A sketch by 2B Pencil<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-7756274547069904167?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-4717885883857780662009-09-26T00:08:00.000-07:002009-09-26T00:29:07.120-07:00Jis Din tumhare Haath pe mehndi lagaye Eid !!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SryiHqlynqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/sJ1dcBPLioo/s1600-h/DSC02936_321195414_std.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SryiHqlynqI/AAAAAAAAAbs/sJ1dcBPLioo/s320/DSC02936_321195414_std.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385357507003850402" border="0" /></a>It has been exactly one year, jab mere chote se shaher "Malegaon" mein aag or khoon ki holi kheli gayi thi..... shaher ke markaz mein ek jagmgata hua chawk hai jo Bhikku chawk ke naam se jana jata hai......wahan khane peene ki bht saari cheezein milti hain......Paas hi fancy cheezon ka ek bada market hai jahan ladkiyon ki aarayish ke saare lwazmaat milte hain......It was 28th day of holy Ramdhan....Time was about 8:30 a.m, masjidon mein <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sr275RNKfTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/-vyyUtAYFs0/s1600-h/image4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 78px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sr275RNKfTI/AAAAAAAAAb0/-vyyUtAYFs0/s320/image4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385667321950534962" border="0" /></a>traweeh ke aakhri steps chal rahe the....Eid ki tayyariyan zoron per thi.... ke achank centre mein park ki hui ek motor cycle me ek zabardast dhamaka hua ......or afratfri mach gayi.......<br /><br />Or bht saare beqsoor logon ki zindaghi ka chiragh gul <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sr28g0Ydm6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/AiWDVxnwJlw/s1600-h/image3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 89px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sr28g0Ydm6I/AAAAAAAAAb8/AiWDVxnwJlw/s320/image3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385668001408064418" border="0" /></a>hogya....<br />Najane kitni maon ke kokh ujad gayi,<br />kitni suhagnon ke suhaagh ujad gaye,<br />Kitne baapon ne apne jawan beton ki mayyat ko kandha diya,<br />kitne gher buzurghon se khali ho gaye,<br />Kitne bahenon ke bhai nahi rahe.......<br /><br />Main poochti hun, Kya qsoor tha unka????????<br />yahi na ke us raat woh us jaghah maujood the...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sr2_3fRBXnI/AAAAAAAAAcE/r1wvLfE1HXY/s1600-h/image2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 116px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sr2_3fRBXnI/AAAAAAAAAcE/r1wvLfE1HXY/s320/image2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385671689411583602" border="0" /></a><br />muje bilkul nahi pata ke masoomon ki jaan lene se kisi ko kya mil jata hai ???<br />Hazaron logon ki khushiyan cheen kar unhein kya khushi milti hai???<br /><br />Her baar jab jab Eid aaye gi tab tab un masoomon ki yaad taza kar de gi...<br />Jaane wale to chale gaye lekin un ke apne pyaare logon ka kya ho ga???<br />Mujhe koi bataye ke Eid ka din unke liye khushi ka paighaam laye ga ya gham ka???<br /><br />Mere in sawalon ka jawab koi dede......plz......<br /><br />( Though i am writing this post after 8 days of Eid but this exactly what i was feeling at the day of Eid...the day of joy n happiness)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-471788588385778066?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-28183868780898454372009-09-16T04:15:00.000-07:002009-09-16T05:00:54.450-07:00Finally Home!!!"Yesterday has passed with its good and evil, while tomorrow has not yet arrived."<br /><br />Its 2:00 am right now and I have just finished washing business of my clothes. Washing the clothes is just terrible specially when you are not in mood of doing such stupid things, but i had to that since i am going home for about a week, as you know that Holy month of Ramadhan is about over.<br /><br />Wooooooooooooooveeeeeeeeeeee!!!<br /><br />You can't imagine how i am feeling right now!!!<br /><br />ohhhhhhhhhhhhh, It is so exciting !!!<br /><br />Yesterday i stole some moment from the tight schedule of office for shopping and went to Crawford Market. It was a thirsty noon since in the mid of the day sun is burn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SrDRCFyIUpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/nCakwxeg8bg/s1600-h/DSC02677.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 233px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SrDRCFyIUpI/AAAAAAAAAbc/nCakwxeg8bg/s320/DSC02677.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382031388550124178" border="0" /></a>ing with all its potential and you can feel its intensity when you are fasting also. There was lots of crowd. Every body was busy in selling and buying the possible necessary things for Eid.<br /> Any way i bought a wonderful Bangel set for my younger sister(offcours matching with her suit for Eid, since i made phone call to confirm it), a decent dopatta for my mother, two night suits for my cousin, dry fruits for my hostel friend and much more.(Bangel set for Sameena for Rs.120/-)<br /><br />You will wonder that i haven't brought any thing for my self. This the thing that always happens that you go for shopping n you will always end up with lots of thing for your beloved ones and not a single thing for yourself..........while shopping you always think that yes !!! this will be better for her/him, so lets buy it .......... I think this happens to everyone............ Don't know wether you will accept it or not but believe me this is the fact that every little thing become so important for you that cost a mere smile on the face of your dearones .....<br />Ahhhhhh......It is amazing.......!!!( I am making sense out of nonsense......Isn't it????)<br /><br />I made reservation for going home and observe it so many times and feel more happy after seeing it number of times .........you can imagine my madness.........<br /><br />Wow !!!<br /> Again there will complete spiritual environment, and definitely i will try to resolve my self completely into it, May i grab some blessings and mercy of the ending month of Ramadhan........................<br /><br />Oh Alla !!! Oh Lord !!!<br />Fill my heart with purity and simplicity,truth and beauty,humility with dignity,chastity and charity, faithfulness, Love and hope.........<br /><br />Now lets wind up, i have to sleep becoz have to wake up at 4:00am for Saher<br /><br />will meet soon after i come back............<br /><br />"Happy Eid from the core of my heart to all of you in advance"<br /><br />Over n all :))<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SrDRg_wZIqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/weMYVBnHux4/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SrDRg_wZIqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/weMYVBnHux4/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382031919508169378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-2818386878089845437?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-22605566776942293102009-09-02T23:05:00.000-07:002009-09-02T23:42:25.751-07:0012th day of RamadhanDear Friends!!!<br /> Since the month of RAmadhan is going on, So most of you would like to know about it...<br />(Thank God !! I remember my duty...or mujhe jaldi yaad aagaya ke mujhe is baare mein kuch likhna chahiye...:))<br /><br />What is Ramadhan and what it means to muslims???<br /><br />Every Momin(Muslim with Taqwa) love this month very much.<br />It is the month where people are just Happy and celebrate, where the people try to be more giving...<br />People fast only for the God, and don't feel that they are forced to fast and suffer in hunger and thrust...<br />Thrust, hunger and bit weakness help us to control ourselves and our desire. It helps in measuring our will power, makes us to think how much time we have, and how much we can do.<br />You know after breaking teh fast we can really realize that how much we r blessed to have deliciuos meal ready in front of us for iftaar(Time of braeking the Fast)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sp9gdcjcFNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hoZlOIQ-q0I/s1600-h/R7.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 124px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sp9gdcjcFNI/AAAAAAAAAaU/hoZlOIQ-q0I/s320/R7.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377122539100968146" border="0" /></a> I yearn to be there at my home during these days...wish to have iftaar with our beloved ones ...Time of Maghrib...reading Quraan loudly...having bet with younger brothers to complete reading of "Hply Quran" more number of times during this month...Adhaan...dasterkhwaan decorated with large number of delicious dishes, fruits and sweets...after Iftar Tea...quarrel with Sameena(my younger sis.) for washing dishes and glasses...Traweeh(Special kind of namaz performed only in this month)...preparation of Eid...n all...I am missing alot...Becoz...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sp9iELNkwHI/AAAAAAAAAac/USCXsGlOuhQ/s1600-h/R5.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sp9iELNkwHI/AAAAAAAAAac/USCXsGlOuhQ/s320/R5.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377124303972384882" border="0" /></a>I am here in Mumbai...living in the hostel...working in the office n lab...doing iftar and saher alone in my room...Sweet home i'm missing u badly during these days...<br />But never mind i am going there very soon :)...Meaning at the end of this month for Eid :):)...<br /><br />Leave it !!! I am talking about the significance of Ramadhan, So this month is renewal of person's faith. It is time for muslims to be better, to do good things...preserve one self from bad habits, time to give the zakat...I will tell u the meaning of zakat...<br />In this month the rich and well earning people have to give 2.5% of their total wealth to poor and needy people. You can guess how good the rules are...<br />And yeah. after helping the poors u can fell the intense happiness and satisfaction...<br /> Truely speaking this month actually purifies the our body and soul, as every body tries to avoid the bad and dirty habits, even they don't even think of that...<br /><br />And at the end of it Allah give the Reward in the form of "Eid"---The day of Joy and Happiness....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sp9lD7zsgnI/AAAAAAAAAak/FLxNURJHGuo/s1600-h/R11.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 152px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/Sp9lD7zsgnI/AAAAAAAAAak/FLxNURJHGuo/s320/R11.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377127598372192882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-2260556677694229310?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-45318073857909523052009-08-30T03:07:00.001-07:002009-08-30T03:18:53.202-07:00Happy Ramadhan<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SppPe2DAQSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/dyuKcFhEUmw/s1600-h/dua.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SppPe2DAQSI/AAAAAAAAAZk/dyuKcFhEUmw/s320/dua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375696496542892322" border="0" /></a>Wishing all of you a wonderfull Ramadhan Kareem...<br />May Allah accepts our deeds, fast, Prayers and supplication...Ameen !<br />May Allah make this a month of peace, blessings and khair .ameen !<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-4531807385790952305?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-33027828873635529812009-08-24T03:33:00.000-07:002009-08-24T03:37:06.581-07:00Water Colour Painting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SpJtKudHw6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/P1HMaHcZj-Q/s1600-h/DSC01413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SpJtKudHw6I/AAAAAAAAAZc/P1HMaHcZj-Q/s320/DSC01413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373477336442717090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-3302782887363552981?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-63981081141583668322009-07-24T03:57:00.001-07:002009-07-24T04:00:04.129-07:00Painting...Kuch bachchon wali...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SmmTs8Y_U6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ehpedBDAPf0/s1600-h/Image009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SmmTs8Y_U6I/AAAAAAAAAXY/ehpedBDAPf0/s320/Image009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361979231695754146" border="0" /></a> Painted by Me- Saima<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-6398108114158366832?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-55554392802243261032009-06-13T23:45:00.000-07:002009-06-13T23:49:37.285-07:00Bhool ja...Tu yeh kis liye Shab-e-hijr ke her sitaare mein use dhundta...<br />Woh falak ke jis mein mile the hum koi or tha use bhool ja...<br />Kisi aankh mein nahi ashk-e- gham, tere baad kuch bhi nahi hai kam,<br />Tujhe zindaghi ne bhula diya, Tu bhi muskura use bhool ja...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-5555439280224326103?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-31448608024872506372009-05-29T22:41:00.000-07:002009-05-30T02:32:16.684-07:00Udaasi ka agarche apna koi gher nahi hota...<br />maga jab nighahon mein,<br />ghuzarghahon ka sunapan khatakta hai...<br />kisi ki aks mein dubi hui aankhein,<br />kabhi jo baarishon ka saath deti thi...<br />safar ki shab...<br />akelepan ka gahera rang...<br />jab veeran dahleezon ki pheeki zardiyon per phail jata hai...<br />musaafir ko magar phir koi rasta nahi deta...<br />udaasi taher jati hai...<br />gaye mausam ,<br />palat kar yaad ke dhundle dareechon per...<br />adhori dastakon ka shak bitha jate hain...<br />sardi saans ke tan mann mein bas jati hai.<br />seene mein koi lamha utar ker toot jata hai.<br />kabhi muddat ke pardesi,<br />agar apne na aane ka koi paighaam bhejein,<br />or makaanon per likhi ummid , beenai ganwa baithe..<br />chaton per baanjhpan ka dukh utar jaye,<br />udaasi taher jati hai...<br />koi bichde hue ka dukh utar jaye...<br />udaasi taher jati hai...<br />kabhi bichde hue ka dukh,<br />khat ki muntazir khwahish ko koi rogh lagh jaye,<br />kabhi jab dil ke taar se likha gaya koi khat,<br />kahin raste mein kho jaye...<br />jahan mauqua nikal aaye,<br />jahan mauqua nikal aaye,<br />jahan soorat bane gham ki,<br />jahan be-rauniqui ka koi bhi paheloo nikalta ho...<br />wahin kheema lagati hai...<br />Udaasi taher jati hai...<br />Udaasi taher jati hai...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-3144860802487250637?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-53456549083591943092009-05-20T22:50:00.000-07:002009-05-20T23:19:52.104-07:00<p>Jo saari kashtiyaan jala kar niklein to un ke saath yeh sulook to hota hi hai...</p><p>Kya haath aaya is umr ki sayyahi ke baad...</p><p>ek ilzaam!!! mahez ek shak !!!</p><p>Mohabbat to kal bhi fateh thi , or aaj bhi faateh hi rahi...</p><p>to phir hara kaun???</p><p>or phir...</p><p>taqdeer ne dusra waar kiya...</p><p>khilte phoolon ki aahaton ko sama-aton mein proote hue us ne kaha tha...</p><p>"Hum wahan milein ge jahan koi na ho or jahan sooraj apne aakhri kadam dharta ho.."</p><p>Mohabbat phir imtehaan mein thi...</p><p>Mujhe apni mohabbat ko bachana tha, or main mohabbaton ko haarte hue bhi nahi dekh sakti thi ke woh to tumhare gird duaaon ka hisaar bandhti thi..</p><p>Main ne apni aankhon per shaam ki laali baandh li...</p><p>Main shaam ka kinara nahi , tum sooraj ki laali nahi ..</p><p>Hum in donon ke beech hadd-e-faazil hain...</p><p>Es faseel-e-qayenaat ko uboor to kar leti... Lekin.......</p><p>us ke peeche sooraj tuloo na hota to???</p><p>ek khauf sa mann mein dolta tha ke etebaar ki dori hathon se phisal rahi thi...</p><p>yeh khauf meri aakhri hadd tha... ke... is ke baad margh sifat sannata is qayenaat ki ghod mein sisakta hai...</p><p>Us ke anaabi labon ki ghani muskuraahat mein tanz ka teer kyon utra tha???</p><p>Ae ibn-e-aadam !!! Hawwa ki beti ka dukh jaan sako to kyonkar???</p><p>Woh mohabbaton se ghundi ek moorat hai or tum use mohabbat karna sikhao ge?</p><p>Yehi wohh muqaam hai jahan tanz uske honton se utar kar mere labon per jam jata hai...</p><p>" Mohabbat...." </p><p>Aazal se us ke dil ka intesaab hai...</p><p>or tum us ke maani poochte ho?</p><p>Tum ne mohabbat ko wajood mein dekha hai ...</p><p>Main ne use rooh ki balishtiyon mein napa hai...</p><p>or tum kahete ho ke main wahan milon jahan sooraj ke aakhri qadam.......???</p><p>Aakhri qadam ke baad jante ho kya hai...???</p><p>Shaam ka kinara...</p><p>raat ki taariki...</p><p>Mohabbat ka mafhoom tum kya jano?</p><p>yeh tuloo hai ghroob nahi...</p><p>Haan !!! yeh mazbooti hai ...kamzoori nahi...</p><p>magar mujhe kisi ek nahi un saari mohabbaton ki mazbooti darkaar hai jo tumhaare ghird duaaon ka hisaar bandhti hai................ </p><p></p><p>( Dear readers!!! If you find any difficulty in understaing this paragraph,feel free to ask me the meaning of any word)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-5345654908359194309?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-17683136554484914542009-05-11T00:05:00.000-07:002009-05-11T03:29:22.081-07:00HAMD<p>( Hamd us poem ko kahte hai jis mein khuda ki tareef likhi jati hai )</p><p></p><p>Teri yaad mein sroor hai, Tera ishq mera ghroor hai.</p><p>Tu qareeb hai rage jaan se bhi, tu hadde nazar se bhi door hai.</p><p>Mujhe raaston ki khabar nahi, mujhe koi khauf-o-khatar nahi.</p><p>Mujhe terghi se ghila nahi, meri aankh mein tera noor hai.</p><p>Tujhe umr bher main padha karon, tujhe umr bher main suna karon.</p><p>tera harf harf hai raushni, teri baat jalwa-e-toor hai.</p><p>Tu yahan bhi hai tu wahan bhi hai, tu kahan nahi tu kidhar nahi.</p><p>Yeh jo rag-o-noor hai chaharsoo tere husn ka hi zahoor hai.</p><p>Tu samandaron ki tahon mein hai, tu sadaf mein hai tu gohar mein hai.</p><p>teri zaat kya main bayan karoon teri zaat kitni tahoor hai.</p><p>Hai Ziya ke dil ki yehi duaa, mujhe bakhsh de ae mere Khuda.</p><p>Tu Raheem hai tu kareem hai, tu azeem hai tu ghafoor hai.</p><p> ( By : Altaf Ziya)</p><p>Sroor = Nasha</p><p>terghi= andhera </p><p>Noor= Raushni</p><p>harf= shabd, word </p><p>chaharsoo= charon taraf </p><p>zahoor= izhar</p><p>Tahoor= pakeeza, pavitr</p><p>Raheem= rajem karne wala</p><p>Kareem= karam karne wala</p><p>Azeem= bht bada</p><p>ghafoor= maaf kar dene wala.</p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-1768313655448491454?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-34171724638285106842009-05-05T21:17:00.000-07:002009-05-05T21:25:17.513-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SgERIFWApPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/q4J_E6Do-mc/s1600-h/winter_scenery_T1807.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SgERIFWApPI/AAAAAAAAAUw/q4J_E6Do-mc/s320/winter_scenery_T1807.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332562264354497778" /></a><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Woh Thakan se choo'r ho rahi thi,ander berpa tufaan ki tundi usi tarah qayam thi.</p><p>Us ka dil chaha ki aas paas nazar dale or tahere hue paani mein doob jaye, thoda haath paaon maare or phir...<br /></p>Us ke beqarar dil ko qaraar aajaye ke us ko sirf isi ki talash thi...<br /><p>Andheeri ratoon ka sukoon nahi,</p><p>balke <br /></p>halki dhoop se milne wali shaanti, or khushgwaar khayalat ka amn.<br /><p>Is ek lamhe mein zindagi se mohabbat dobaara laot aayi...<br /></p><p>khoi hui khushiyon ki khwahish phir se machal gayi , </p><p>us ne apne ird gird khamoosh fitrat ke beparwaah husn per nazar dali...<br /></p><p>Sooraj ke neeche bahete dariya ko dhyan mein laya. laherien leti ghaas ka khyal kiya ...</p><p>khil khil kar khaak mein milte phoolon per nazar ki ...her cheez zindagi ke diye gaye thapedon per hi chal rahi thi...<br /></p>ke achaanak us per saare raaz ayaan ho gaye ...<br /><p>or phir us ne itmenaan se aane wali zindagi ke baare mein socha...<br /></p>Us waqt use kisi dhoop chaaon ka khyal nahi aaya...<br /><p>Bas ek dhundli rooshni thi jo andhere mein dhal rahi thi...<br /></p>or usne kisi qadr pursukoon ho kar aane wale saalon ke baare mein sochna shroo kar diya......<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-3417172463828510684?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-55153081963232055572009-04-22T23:58:00.000-07:002009-04-23T00:13:24.980-07:00<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SfASW-oIQiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1DYuGuyuQwE/s1600-h/PanocheHills3.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_35MimSexkcE/SfASW-oIQiI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1DYuGuyuQwE/s320/PanocheHills3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327778545157030434" /></a><br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Zindaghi yun hi be raunaq hai...</div><div align="left">so, guzar rahi hai...</div><div align="left">Saamne raastein hain'</div><div align="left">khaayion ke, pahadon ke...</div><div align="left">Tamannayein jalti hain,</div><div align="left">Bhuje dil mein...</div><div align="left">Saahil ke pur raunaq dareechon per,</div><div align="left">Laherein takraati hain samandaron ki...</div><div align="left">Saanson mein atakti hain</div><div align="left">dard ki shiddatein...</div><div align="left">Saheraaon mein jami ret ke zarron ki tarah...</div><div align="left">Sard chataanon mein dabi,</div><div align="left">khwahishat ki hasratein...</div><div align="left">Hamein rone nahi deti...</div><div align="left">Hamaari aankhein jalti hain..</div><div align="left">Saach ke lazawal lamhon ki pahechaan mein,</div><div align="left">Awaaz ke taqqub mein daudte daudte,</div><div align="left">hum aabla-pa ho chuke hain...</div><div align="left">Phir bhi hum ne sooch rakha hai,</div><div align="left">Tum se kuch nahi kahna.......... </div><div align="left"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-5515308196323205557?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-20660574926024158552009-04-21T23:06:00.000-07:002009-04-21T23:14:22.453-07:00Bebasi...<p>Tum kya jano sulaghti raaton ke aazab...</p><p>Veeran aankon ke sawal...</p><p>zard mausamon ke jawab...</p><p>taabeer se khali bejaan khwaab...</p><p>Tum kya samjhoge...</p><p>Saard si baarish ki pyaas...</p><p>Adh khile ghulaabon ki dukhan...</p><p>Neele falak ki musarraton ka saaz...</p><p>Khushboon se nadarid hawaon ke geet...</p><p>band hoton ki be awaz cheekhain...</p><p>Hardam majrooh hoti anaa...</p><p>tamaam raston ki be nishaan si manzil...</p><p>Tum kahan dekh paoge...?</p><p></p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-2066057492602415855?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-23027451177422718772009-04-21T23:02:00.000-07:002009-04-21T23:18:42.117-07:00DOSTI...<p>Kaho to do lafz...</p><p>Mano to bandaghii...</p><p>Socho to gahera saager...</p><p>Dubo to zindaghi...</p><p>Karo to asaan...</p><p>Nibhao to mushkil...</p><p>Bikhre to saara zamana...</p><p>Simte to sirf goon...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-2302745117742271877?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-55440723177087764822009-04-18T00:02:00.000-07:002009-04-18T00:15:06.151-07:00Bichad kar us se...<p>Hairat hai ke bichad kar us se... kuch bhi to nahi badla...</p><p>Na aasmaan hila apne muqaam se,</p><p>Na ghulaabon se khushboo hui juda,</p><p>Na sooraj ne damakna choda hai,</p><p>Na kaliyon ne mahekna...</p><p>Samaandaron mein bhi rawani hai, </p><p>Zindaghi wahi puraani hai.</p><p>Phoolon mein baaki taazgi hai,</p><p>Geeton mein bajta saaz bhi hai.</p><p>Mohabbat ki baaki aaj bhi kahani hai,</p><p>Duniya chahat ki aaj bhi dewaani hai.</p><p>Maut bhi khafa si lagti hai,</p><p>Zindagi bhi juda si lagti hai.</p><p>Bichad kar main us se jiye ja rahi hun.</p><p>Kaam duniya ke musalsal kiye ja rahi hun.</p><p>Dhadkan se bandha hai saanson ka bandhan,</p><p>Faqat saadgi mein badla hai mera baankpan.</p><p>Hairat hai, bichad kar us se kuch bhi to nahi badla...</p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-5544072317708776482?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2193678086157311654.post-35135788743301455062009-04-17T23:26:00.000-07:002009-04-17T23:58:51.275-07:00Mohabbat Duaye neem shab hai...<p>Mohabbat ke farishte ne aaj phir zameen ka rukh kiya tha.Surmayi ghataon ko rondti, nannhe munne sitaron, nat khat falak zaaron ko chedti us ki sawari ka rukh zameen ki taraf tha... woh pahele bhi zameen per aata raha hai.... pyar phailane...!</p><p>Insaan ke jism ka ek nazuk or ziddi hissa us ka dil hai... Mohabbat ka yeh muqaddas farishta is dil ke zariye insaan ke massom vajood mein mohabbat bhar deta hai... Mohabbat jise pa lene ke baad duniya nayi nayi si lagne lagti hai. Phoolon mein naye sire se rang aate hain, Sitaron mein nayi tarah se jagmagahat aati hai, Asmaan mohabbat ki anginat vus-aton se saj jata hai. Han ! yeh mohabbat hi to hai jo insaan ko nayi aankhein deti hai or pichlee beenayi per ek sunehri si patti bandh deti hai, woh patti jis ke doosre taraf kuch dikhayi nahi deta... Rishte-naate, dosti, rawadaari, murawwat, kuch bhi nahi...</p><p>Phir aage yeh mohabbat samaaton per dhakkan chada deti hai...kuch sunayi nahi deta...tuhmatein,malamtein, taane, zaher baatein... agar kuch sunayi deta hai to mahboob ki baatein, usi ke anmool lafz...</p><p>Mohabbat insaan ke vajood se sab kuch noch kar faqat apna aap bher deti hai, ta umar mahboob ke kho jane ka darr laga rahta hai, kahin woh chala na jaye, kahin woh naraaz na ho jaye, kahin woh kho na jaye...</p><p>Mohabbat insaan ko baaki cheezon se be-niyaz nkar deti hai...Mohabbat Insaan ko adhoora kar deti hai... </p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2193678086157311654-3513578874330145506?l=saimanafees.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Saimahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04685799211592260665noreply@blogger.com1