Archive for April, 2013
Lion Eyes
April 30th, 2013, posted in SCAR LiON GALLERYBefore Its Too Late
April 30th, 2013, posted in Ink On PAPER, PAKiSTAN, Scarface'S DIARY
Conceived, as nothing but a mass of cells.
Growing everyday inside the mother, the feeling of joy that parents feel, when they think about their little baby boy, when the mother couldn’t sleep because of him, never did complain.
When the father had hectic days but still a smile on his face every time he thought about his son , and then , after nine months , Â a beautiful baby boy ready to take on the world with his angel like smile and fragile body.
The joy that his first step brought, the feeling of your own self being conserved in your son and the never ending father-son emotional moments.
The mother’s cry when her son got ill and the father’s fury at someone who hurt him.
The bundles of love he would get every now and then, and the apple of her elder sister’s eyes.
Grows up to be a perfect school boy, playing, growing every day.
The pride on his parents face, the feeling of joy brought about by those innocent questions.
Enters university for his professional education, seeing new people, inspiring some and loving others.
Finds the perfect girl to hold his hand.
And out of nowhere.
– Gun to his temple, Hands in his pockets.
Nothing found from him , so shoot , shoot and run like you’ve no soul , no conscience and no respect for the human life.
Lying there bleeding , nothing but a mass of cells.
* Dedicated to all the sons of this soil , who’ve lost their lives to the terrorism , to the politically organized crimes , and to the self righteous bastards that rule our country. Respect , yourself and others , before its too late *
So Persevere, Sunshine. Have Hope Always
April 29th, 2013, posted in MESSAGEs, Sufism
There are many things we cry over, and there are many things that sends a chill into our heart. Death and illnesses, poverty and bankruptcies – these are the stuffs that will turn our day grey, as we sigh “Oh dear me…”
In our conversation last night, Heche said that “Well, you gotta learn how to swing the bat every time God throws you a curve ball.”
“Well, I don’t want to play baseball with God. He plays mean!” I protested.
But of course, we have no choice in the matter. We have all the choices in the world, but not this one. And of course, God doesn’t play mean. He lets me off so many times that I cannot even count.
In fact God has rigged the game for us to win. But to win, we must win over something – Which is to conquer our tears and our fears, and be that person God knows we can be, if only we would persevere.
So persevere, sunshine.
Have hope always.
Main Baghi Hoon
April 28th, 2013, posted in PAKiSTAN, POEtRY..
Main Baghi Hoon
is daur k rasm riwajon se,
in takhton se inn tajon se,
jo zulm ki kokh se jante hain,
insani khoon se palte hain,
jo nafrat ki bunyadain hain
aur khooni khet ki khadein hain,
main baghi hoon main baghi hoon
jo chahe mujh pe zulm karo
wo jin k hont ki jambish se,
wo jin ki aankh ki larzish se,
qanoon badalte rehte hain,
aur mujhrim palte rehte hain,
in choroon k sardaron se
insaaf k pahre daron se
main baghi hoon main baghi hoon
jo chahe mujh pe zulm karo
Jo aurat ko nachwate hain,
Bazar ki jins banwate hain,
Phir is ki asmat k gham main,
Tehrikain bhi chalwate hain,
In zalim aur badkaron se
Bazaar k in mamaron se
MAIN BAGHI HON MAIN BAGHI HON
JO CHAHE MUJH PE ZULM KARO
Jo qoam k gham main rote hain,
Aur qoam ki dault dhote hain,
Wo mehlon main jo rehte hain,
Aur baat ghareeb ki kehte hain,
In dhoke baz luteron se
Sardarun aur waderon se
MAIN BAGHI HON MAIN BAGHI HON
JO CHAHE MUJH PE ZULM KARO
JAHAN SANSOON PE TAZERAIN HAIN,
JAHAN BIGRI HOI TAQDERAIN HAIN,
ZATOON K GORAKH DHANDE HAIN,
JHAN NAFRAT K YE PHNDE HAIN,
SOCHON KI AESI PSTI SE
IS ZULM KI GANDI BSTI SE
MAIN BAGHI HON MAIN BAGHI HON
JO CHAHE MUJH PE ZULM KARO
mazhab k jo byopari hain,
wo sab se bari bemari hain,
wo jin k siwa sab kafir hain,
jo deen ka harf-e-akhir hain,
in jhute aur makkaron se
mazhab k thekedaron se
main baghi hoon main baghi hoon
jo chahe mujh pe zulm karo
mere hath main haq ka jhanda hai,
mere sir pe zulm ka phanda hai,
main marne se kab darta hoon,
main moat ki khatir zinda hoon,
mere khoon ka suraj chamke ga
to bacha bacha bole ga
main baghi hoon, main baghi hoon
jo chahe mujh pe zulm karo
Poem By : Dr. Khalid Javed Jan
