Posts Tagged ‘pain’
As The Door To My Sad Place Opens
June 29th, 2013, posted in Art, POEtRY..
As the door to my sad place opens,
My friends arrive:
Here comes the evening,
To spread gloom around;
There comes the starry moonlit night
Talking about its disappointments;
Here is dawn, sharp as a scalpel
To work on open sores of memory;
There arrives the afternoon
With flaming whip in its sleeves.
My friends are all here,
With whom I have contact, day and night.
Who came when and left when,
My heart and eyes don’t really know.
My mind is racing toward my country,
Riding the waves, holding thousands of
Doubts and suspicions,
Thinking of many questions!
Meray Milny walay
Wo dar khula mery gham kade ka
Wo aa gae mery milne walle…
Wo aa gai sham apni rahon me
Farsh e afsurdgi bichane
Wo aa gai raat chand taaro ko apni azurdgi sunane
Wo Subhe ai damakte nishter se yaad k zakhm ko manane
dopehr ai asteen me chupae sholon k taziane
Ye sb ae mery milne wale
K jin se din raat wasta he..
Kon kb aya kb gea nigah o dil ko khbr kahan he
Khayal sooae watan rwaan he
Smandaro ki ayyal thame…
Hazar wehm o guman sambhale
Kai trha k swaal thamey
Wo dar khula mery gham kade ka wo a gae mery milne wale
And Than I Just Kept Waiting
June 24th, 2013, posted in Art, BoYs, Ghalib, MOViES
bus ki dushwaar hai har kaam ka aasaaN hona…
aadmee ko bhee muyassar naheeNÂ insaaN hona..
It’s a little hard for things to be easy..
when even a man can’t act like a man..
waa-e-deewaangee-e-shauq, ke har dam mujhko…
aap jaana udhar aur aap hee hairaaN hona..
What stupidity makes me so dependent on her that an hour early..
I run off to see her and get annoyed when she’s not there..
jalva az_bas ki taqaaza-e-nigah karta hai…
jauhar-e-aaina bhee chaahe hai mizhgaaN hona…
My lover is so striking she demands to be seen..
the mirror reflects what it can then widens its eye..
le gaye KHaak meiN ham daaGH-e-tamanna-e-nishaat…
too ho aur aap ba_sad_rang-e-gulistaaN hona..
I have taken to grave the deep scar of happiness..
while she stands above in her hundred colors..
kee mere qatl ke baad usne jafa se tauba..
haay us zood_pashemaaN ka pashemaaN hona..
She promised not to torment me only after killing me..
repenting now this woman so quick to repent..
haif us chaar girah kapDe ki qismat GHalib
jis ki qismat meiN ho aashiq ka girebaaN hona
Alas, the fate of the “sixteenth of a yard” cloth “Ghalib”
in whose fate, it is to be a lover’s collar/shirt
~: Mirza Ghalib :~