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Write-ups or written work of other writers which has inspired me & is worth sharing

I carry your heart with me

One of the prettiest love poems ever…This is E E Cummings for all those who carry hearts of their beloved in their heart.

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i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart)
i am never without it
(anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world (for beautiful, you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

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What is love? – “TUM HUMSE HO YA HUM TUMSE” by Gulzar

Love…It sweeps us off our feet. It gives us unbelievable pain. It makes us fly. It puts us through hell. We question, at times, if there is something as true love, or not. Does it exist?
One feeling the pivot of all other feelings…descriptions so varied. Each one us has a different way of understanding it. Or the same person defines it differently at different stages of life.

Rarely has a poet summed it up as beautifully as Gulzar Sahab does in this poem.

Here’s to the lovers.
And to a feeling that is fluid, lasting, evolving, growing, but never really ending, if it is true.

Pyar wo beej hai…………

PYAR AKELA JEE NAHIN SAKTA
JEETA HAI TO DO LOGON MEIN
MARTA HAI TO DO MARTE HAIN

PYAR EK BEHTA DARIYA HAI
JHEEL NAHIN KE JISKO KINAARE BAANDH KE BAITHE RAHTE HAIN
SAAGAR BHI NAHIN KE JISKA KINAARA HOTA NAHIN
BAS DARIYA HAI AUR BEHTA HAI
DARIYA JAISE CHADH JAATA HAI, DHAL JAATA HAI
CHADHNA DHALNA PYAR MEIN WOH SAB HOTA HAI
PAANI KI AADAT HAI OOPAR SE NEECHE KI JANIB BEHNA
NEECHE SE PHIR BHAAGTI SOORAT OOPAR UTHNA
BAADAL BAN AAKASH MEIN BEHNA
KAANPNE LAGTA HAI JAB TEZ HAWAYEN CHHAREIN
BOOND BOOND BARAS JAATA HAI

PYAR EK JISM KE SAAZ PE BEHTI BOOND NAHIN HAI
NA MANDIR KI AARTI HAI NA POOJA HAI
PYAR NAFA HAI NA LAALACH HAI
NA LAABH NA HAANI KOI

PYAR AILAN HAI EHSAAN HAI NA KOI JANG KEE JEET HAI YEH
NA HI HUNAR HAI NA HI INAAM NA RIWAAJ NA REET HAI YEH
YEH REHEM NAHIN YEH DAAN NAHIN
YEH BEEJ NAHIN JO BEEJ SAKE
KHUSHBOO HAI MAGAR YEH KHUSHBOO KI PEHCHAN NAHIN

DARD DILAASE SHAQUE VISHWAS JUNOON AUR HOSH-O-HAWAS KE EK AHSAAS KE KOKH SE
PAIDA HUA HAI
EK RISHTA HAI YEH
YEH SAMBANDH HAI –
DO NAAM KA DO ROOHON KA PEHCHAANON KA
PAIDA HOTA HAI BADHTA HAI YEH
BOODHA HOTA NAHIN

MITTI MEIN PALAY EK DARD KI THANDI DHOOP TALE
JAR AUR TARAKKI KI FASAL
KAT’TI HAI
MAGAR YEH BANT’TI NAHIN

MATTI AUR PAANI AUR HAWAA KUCHH ROSHNI AUR TAREEQUI KUCHH
JAB BEEJ KI AANKH MEIN JHAANKTE HAIN
TAB PAUDA GARDAN OONCHI KARKE
MOONH NAAK NAZAR DIKHLATA HAI
PAUDE KE PATTE PATTE PAR KUCHH PRASHN BHI HAI UTTAR BHI

KIS MITTI KI KOKH THI WOH
KIS MAUSAM NE PAALA POSAA
AUR SOORAJ KA CHHIDKAO KIYA
KIS SIMT GAYEEN SHAAKHEIN USKI

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KUCHH PATTON KE CHEHRE OOPAR HAIN
AAKASH KI JANIB TAKTE HAIN
KUCHH LATKE HUE HAIN
GHAMGEEN MAGAR
SHAAKHON KI RAGON SE BAHTE HUE PAANI SE JUDE HAIN
MATTI KE TALE EK BEEJ SE AAKAR POOCHHTE HAIN –

HUM TUM TO NAHIN
PAR POOCHNA HAI-
TUM HUMSE HO YA HUM TUMSE

PYAR AGAR WOH BEEJ HAI TO
EK PRASHN BHI HAI
EK UTTAR BHI !

-GULZAR

Sonnet LXXXI: “Rest with your dream inside my dream” – Pablo Neruda

Already, you are mine. Rest with your dream inside my dream.
Love, grief, labour, must sleep now.
Night revolves on invisible wheels
and joined to me you are pure as sleeping amber.

No one else will sleep with my dream, love.
You will go we will go joined by the waters of time.
No other one will travel the shadows with me,
only you, eternal nature, eternal sun, eternal moon.

Already your hands have opened their delicate fists
and let fall, without direction, their gentle signs,
you eyes enclosing themselves like two grey wings,

while I follow the waters you bring that take me onwards:
night, Earth, winds weave their fate, and already,
not only am I not without you, I alone am your dream.

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My Soul Preached Me – By Khalil Gibran

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My soul preached me and taught me to love that which people abhor and befriend him whom they revile.

My soul showed me that love prides itself not only in the one who loves, but also in the beloved.

Ere my soul preached to me, Love was in my heart as a tiny thread fastened between two pegs.

But now Love has become a halo whose beginning is its end, and whose end is it’s beginning. It surrounds every being and extends slowly to embrace all that shall be.

My soul advised me and taught me to perceive the hidden beauty of the skin , figure and hue. She instructed me to meditate upon that which the people call ugly until its true charm and delight appear.

Ere my soul counseled me, I saw Beauty like a trembling torch between columns of smoke. Now since the smoke has vanished, I see naught save the flame.

My soul preached to me , I heard naught but clamor and wailing. But now I eagerly attend Silence and hear its choirs singing the hymns of the ages and the songs of the firmament announcing the secrets of the Unseen.

My soul preached to me and instructed me to drink the wine that cannot be pressed and cannot be poured from cups that hands can lift or lips can touch.

Ere my soul preached to me , my thirst was like a dim spark hidden under the ashes that can be extinguished by a swallow of water.

But now my longing has become my cup, my affections my wine, and my loneliness my intoxication: yet, in this unquenchable thirst there is eternal joy.

My soul preached to me and said, “Do not be delighted because of praise,and do not be distressed because of blame.”

Ere my soul counseled me, I doubted the worth of my work.

Now I realize that the trees blossom in Spring and bear fruit in the Summer without seeking praise, and they drop their leaves in Autumn and become naked in Winter without fearing blame.

Tujh ko kitnon ka lahu chahiye ae arz-e-watan….

Elections 2013 to be held on May 11th are a week away. We all wait for a new beginning for our beloved Pakistan…..but everyday innocent people continue to lose lives at the hands of militant forces, and the upcoming elections promise to be a time of more bloodshed. I hope our worst fears are proven wrong.

Did Faiz write this for us? For Pakistan today?

Tujh ko kitno(n) ka lahu chahiye ae arz-e-watan
jo teray aariz-e-bayrung ko gulnaar kare(n)
kitnee aahoo(n) say kalejaa tera thunda ho gaa
kitnay aansoo teray sehraao(n) ko gulzaar kare(n)

Teray aewaano(n) mei(n) purzay huay payma(n) kitnay
kitnay waaday jo na aasoodaa-e-iqraar huay
kitnee aankhoo(n) ko nazar khaa gaeey bud-khwaho(n) kee
khwab kitnay teree shehrahoo(n) mei(n) sungsaar huay

bilaa-kashaan-e-muhabbat pe jo huaa so huaa
jo mujh pe guzri mut us say kaho, huaa so huaa
mabada ho koee zalim tera garebaa(n) geer
lahu kay daagh to daman say dho, huaa so huaa

hum to majboor-e-wafa hei(n) mugar ae jaan-e-jahaa(n)
apnay ushshaaq say aysay bhee koee  karta hai
teree mehfil ko Khuda rakhay abad tak qaaim
hum to mehmaa(n) hei(n) gharee bhar kay hamara kya hai

…Kis qadar jald badal jatay hain insaan janaan…

 

Ab ke tajdeed-e-wafa ka nahin imkaan janaan
Yaad kya tujh ko dilaaein tera paiman janaan

Youn hi mosam ki ada dekh ke yaad aya hai
Kis qadar jald badal jaate hein insaan janaan

Zindagi teri ataa thi so tere naam ki hai
Hum ne jaise bhi basar ki tera ehsaan janaan

Dil yeh kehta hai ke shaid ho fasurda tu bhi
Dil ki kya baat karein dil to hai nadaan janaan

Awal Awal ki muhabaat ke nashe yaad to kar
Be-piye bhi tera chehra tha gulistaan janaan

Aakhir Aakhir too yeh aalam hai ke ab hosh nahin
Rag-e-Meena sulag uthi ke rag-e-jaan janaan

Mudatton se yahi aalam na tawaqqu na umeed
Dil pukare hi chala jata hai janaan janaan

Hum bhi kya saada the hum ne bhi samajh rakha tha
Gham-e-Doraan se juda hai gham-e-janaan janaan

Ab ke kuch aise saji mefil-e-yaraan janaan
Sar ba-zaanu hai koi sar ba-garebaan janaan

Har koi apni hi awaaz se kaanp uthta hai
Har koi apne hi saaye se harasaan janaan

Jis ko dekho wohi zanjeer bapaa lagta hai
Shaher ka Shaher huwa dakhil-e-zindaan janaan

Ab tera zikr bhi shaid hi ghazal mein aaye
Aor se aor huwe dard ke unwaan janaan

Hum ke roothi hoi rut ko bhi mana lete the
Hum ne dekha hi na tha mosam-e-hijraan janaan

Hosh aaya to sabhi khawab the reza reza
Jaise urte huwe aoraaq-e-preshan janaan

Is waqt to youn lagta hai ab kuch bhi nahin hai…. (Faiz)

Is waqt to youn lagta hai ab kuch bhi nahin hai
mahtab na suraj na andhera na sawera
ankhon ke dariche main kisi husn ki jhalkan
aur dil ki panahon main kisi dard ka dera
mumkin hai koi wehem ho mumkin hai suna ho
galiyon main kisi chaap ka ek akhiri phera
shaakhon main khayalon ke ghane per ki shayad
ab aakey karega na koi khwaab basera
ik bair na ik mehr na ik rabt na rishta
tera koi apna na paraya koi mera
mana ke ye sun-saan ghari sakht bari hai
lekin mere dil ye to faqat ek ghari hai
himmat karo jeene ko abhi umr pari hai