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Thursday, May 8, 2014
Koucha-e-janaan mie ajab masti hai
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Saturday, August 11, 2012
Chanda ki Nagri
Sunday, July 22, 2012
Thank God, I am not pregnant! (Shikwah)
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
New Year's Resolution
Neither I know Rumi nor Behlol
I know myself and know my goal
Mysticism of death
Can not dead my soul
Like a beacon of moth
My life has to play a role
If not understood for meaning
Verses & stanzas are just black of coal
Shahid come out of beloved’s deceit
You are not a traveler of a boat with hole
Friday, July 15, 2011
Mona Aaliya – My lady Aaliya
With far away resonance of Aazan Jamal noticed movement from bed. Aaliya was taking her bath. Sonnet of sprinkling water droplets over floor of attach bath had a heavenly effects on ears like the way bhujaan purifies the sins of burhamans.
With half opened eyes, Jamal seen chaddar covered nymph standing on a prayer carpet. Watching last praying part of the congregation session was angelical. Aaliya angled her chaddar driven head to 90 degree right and then 180 degree left in order to conclude salams and raised hands.
Closed eyes and whispering lips were evident of the dedication towards praying. The monumentality of the composition and atmospheric illusionism were novel qualities of the sight that had contributed to the continuing fascination. For the moment Jamal felt jealousy for the God on account of Aaliya’s allegiance and submission.
Upon folding of prayer carpet Aaliya noticed the eyes of Jamal over her and said: What are you looking at? “Nothing!” Jamal replied in total absenteeism and while hiding his state counter asked, “What you were asking from God with this dedication?” In reply Aaliya just smiled with enigmatic facial expressions. The mesmerizing face glow was a look alike dawn marking beginning of twilight before sunrise for a surround darkness.
Aurora now had left her saffron bed,
And beams of early light the heav'ns o'erspread,
When, from a tow'r, the queen, with wakeful eyes,
Saw day point upward from the rosy skies.
(From Virgil's Aeneid)
Jamal thought that if he were Leonardo da Vinci the world surely witness portrait more promising then Mona Lisa.
(This blog is a sequel of earlier posted blog “Umeed-e-Bahar” dated November 27, 2009)
Friday, April 22, 2011
Rastoon pur ilzam tu aye ga
Garcha hon tarey rahbaar,
Rastoon pur ilzam tu aye ga,
Jub bhi chubhey ga sufar mien kanta,
Raastey se he poucha jae ga,
Ajab ja hai yeah duniya bhi,
Kuch na karney ka tu sila paye ga,
Qais sehra ke saraboon mien,
Laila ka dhoka khaye ga,
Shahid honge sub dar-o-deewar,
Rastoon pur ilzam tu aye ga
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Durre Shehwar & The Royal Ring
Qamar-ud-din Khan Siddiqi (Asif Jah - I), later known simply as "Nizam-ul-Mulk", was the founder of the Asif Jahi dynasty which ruled the Hyderabad state of
By the middle of 18th century the Nizams of Asif Jahi dynasty had quickly surpassed the Mughals ruling a vast dominion in
The Asif Jahi rulers were great patrons of literature, art, architecture, culture, jewelry collection and rich food. The Nizams ruled the state until its integration into the Indian Union in September 1948 after independence from the British.
Nawab Bahadur Usman Ali (Asif Jah
They inquired all over the world to find one, but nowhere could they get what they wanted. There were princesses enough, but it was difficult to find out whether they were real ones. There was always something about them that was not as it should be. So they were sad, for they would have liked very much to have a real princess so that the Asif Jahi dynasty will prosper further and stretch to further future generations.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. Indeed it was a fearful night. Suddenly a knocking was heard at the main gate of
Well, we'll soon find that out, thought the Pasha Begum standing besides the Nizam, she was listening to the whole conversation. But she said nothing, went into the bed-room, took all the bedding off the bedstead, and laid a royal ring at the bottom; then she took twenty mattresses and laid them on the royal ring. On this the princess had to lie all night. Then she showed the girl to her room.
The rain beat down all night and lightning streaked the sky. In the morning she was asked how she had slept. The girl politely replied: "lt was a lovely soft bed, so soft that I could feel something hard under the mattress so that I am black and blue all over my body. It kept me awake all night!"
Now they knew that she was a real princess because she had felt the ring right through the twenty mattresses. Nobody but a real princess could be as sensitive as that. The Pasha Begum offered her apologies for laying a ring under her bed, before rushing off to her son. With this assessment she had actually selected a real princess Durre Shehwar for her son.
After the wedding, the royal ring was placed inside a gold and crystal box and exhibited in the
(Adaptation of Hans Christian Andersen’s The Princess and the Pea)
P.S. PKR 6000/- is the realized price of my 25 years old bed sold today.
