ख़्वाब मरते ऩही

ख़्वाब मरते ऩही

ख़्वाब दिल हैं ना आँखें ना साँसे के जो

रेज़ा-रेज़ा हुए तो बिखर जायेंगे

जिस्म की मौत से ये भी मर जायेंगे

ख़्वाब तो मरते नहीं

ख़्वाब तो रौशनी हैं, नवा हैं, हवा हैं
जो काले पहांडों से रुकते नहीं
ज़ुल्म के दोज़खों से भी फूकते नहीं
रौशनी और नबा और हवा का आलम
मग्तालों में पहुँच कर भी झुकते नहीं

ख़्वाब तो हर्फ़ हैं
ख्वान तो नूर हैं
ख़्वाब तो सुकरात हैं
ख्वान मंसूर हैं

Khvaab marate nahii.n
Khvaab to raushanii hai.n, navaa hai.n, havaa hai.n
jo kaale pahaa.Do.n se rukate nahii.n
zulm ke dozaKho.n se bhii phukate nahii.n
raushanii aur navaa aur havaa ke aalam
maqtalo.n me.n pahu.Nch kar bhii jhukate nahii.n

Khvaab to harf hai.n
Khvaab to nuur hai.n
Khvaab to suqraat hai.n
Khvaab mansuur hai.n

--अहमद फ़राज़ 

कुछ इश्क़ किया कुछ काम किया

वो लोग बहुत खुश किस्मत थे

जो इश्क़ को काम समझते थे

या काम से आशिकी करते थे

हम जीते-जी मसरूफ़ रहे

कुछ इश्क़ किया कुछ काम किया

काम इश्क़ के आड़े आता रहा

और इश्क़ से काम उलझता रहा

फिर आखिर तंग आकर हमने

दोनों को अधुरा छोड़ दिया

-फैज़

1976

tum ek gorakh dhanda ho

Raah-E-Tehqeeq Mein Her Gaam Pay Uljhan Daikhoon, Wohi Halaat O Khayalaat Mein Anaban Daikhoon
Bana Ke Rah Jaata Hoon Tasaveer Pareshaani Ki, Ghaur Say Jab Bhi Kabhi Dunya Ke Darpan Daikhoon

ye bhi confused mein bhi confused ..wah wah

http://www.geocities.com/karachiiterulez/gorakh.html

Tum Ek Gorakh Dhanda Ho - Ustad Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

pink floyd playlist

waapsi : ahmad faraz

us ne kahaa sun

ahad nibhaane kii Khaatir mat aanaa

ahad nibhaanevaale aksar majabuurii yaa mahajuurii kii thakan se lauTaa karate hai.n

tum jaao aur dariyaa dariyaa pyaas bujhaao

jin aa.Nkho.n me.n Duubo

jis dil me.n bhii utaro

merii talab aavaaz na degii

lekin jab merii chaahat aur merii Khvaahish kii lau

itanii tez aur itanii uu.Nchii ho jaaye

jab dil rode tab lauT aanaa

A Blast of questions from the past

I wrote this long back (Aug 12 2003) To love life for what it is ?
No barriers no boundaries ?
To be what it is ?
The thoughts invading into fantasies
The happiness fading into darkness.
The reality giving into the virtuality
Whats real , whats in and whats out in open?
What is it I am living for what is it that I would "die" for ?
Why is the duality of speech not appreciated
And multiple thoughts is being open and thoughtful?
The thin line between careless and carefree
The thinner line between Self and being responsible.
No distinction between lost and found?
What is love , a loyalty or royality?
Why is what we sow is what we reap?
Why is there has be past to build the present?
There is always a impression before the person
There is always a shadow that is left even the day fades away
Why is that the land always gives away to the water
Why is that there are two organs to think with
What if i dont think like the flowing water.
Are the emotions like the flow of tears that dries up.
Is the end of everything so much like the river going into the sea???

Crawling in my skin

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real


there's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface
consuming/confusing
this lack of self-control I fear is never ending
controlling/I can't seem


to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure


discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
distracting/reacting
against my will I stand beside my own reflection
it's haunting how I can't seem...

to find myself again
my walls are closing in
(without a sense of confidence I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
so insecure

crawling in my skin
these wounds they will not heal
fear is how I fall
confusing what is real

Stillness from the past

the water is very still.
no breeze to disturb the sleeping waters.
the air almost forzen.
only it burns when it touches the skin
not a leaf that moves
only my breath in and out of my lungs
seems so outta place in the stillness.
like mocking it to move.
only the clock ticks away.
almost without desire.
like afraid to go against everthying so calm
n a moment passes like a lifetime..
a moment burdened with a lifetime.
a moment so heavy..
so thick it lingers even after its long gone.
like its fighting to stay when everything else does
but cant beat its character so reluctantly moves leaving its shadows
shadows..of the past..
which grows thicker n deeper...
threatening to swallow tomorrow....
n my eyes darting away seeming outta place..
like a caged bird...my eyes..
the only reflection of the turmoil of my restless soul....
the desire still alive..to break free....
n so the wait continues....
till the air moves ....
seems like it mite rain....
changing seasons...n breathing life into everything again!
-dear friend

objectivism

I ve always wondered about myself .i ve always been rational, and unbiased towards everyone.....and i find some things nonsensical.... you know, they keep saying you dont look happy and need some hugs and the crap....well a person can not jump with joy all the time and still be happy cant he?! i mean i m not putting it exactly the way i feel or to be more accurate i would like to be this way ..or may be i am just in the middle of now where and not sure how i should be

....i ve always tried to understand this attitude of mine.. i ve to still go a long way to learn to adjust with the people around me. i just find them stupid or rather say ignorant but the ignorance to an extent that its almost stupidity.its absolutely nothing concerning the ego. i m just amused how queerly illogical people are in their daily lives.i d think it was a crime to be rational!. you can be logical in the day to day things cant you?i dont know if you d really understand what i m saying . its too jumbled up!!!!!!!!!!

--modified from the original scrap