Monday, 16 January 2017

Loali Zaar

    

Thehrith yath jaai tath jaai kham gov
Aaz chas pathar baeyi, Aalaw kanan gov
Chamni Kahn raaya aaz raayi ti reav baeyi


Mazlum chas’ni kehn, mazlum ti aa chas
Wichith haala dunyuhuk dum mae goum
Kath andar chas bihith woth paan kehn kar


Zarith kehn kaal gasem baeyi mashid
Watheth ruzeass jaami karith khaki saar
Tim royi kati mashan yim chim achi manzei


metchi andar kam gabar, kam loali zaar
yath maayi osh horun tath jaai gayi kabar
weni zahn melakh na mouj chai wadaan
    

Teer chum weini hatis, poran cham ni kath
Bhawihaa haal andar yath khanji chi gameat
Aaz chi tim khanji ti yiman soor chu gomut


Kath kar, kar bi kos rovmuth chum dahaan
Aaz pagah chas karaan tzalaan chum jahaan
leal bi kar kath haalas fikri chum ni taraan


Aes agar maer woprov tim hay mear pannov
Khashh karukh aeki aekee, Waei! parith Takbir
Ya Khodai kyah karai mae chui gaashi gomut


Bi chasai ghari andar toti chas bi sari rah
Kar panun Tse raham asi chi pathri pyamith
Soz aesi wean Imam aes chi tanihaa gamith! 

  




Thursday, 13 August 2015

Ambiguous I say

I would die thousands of deaths till I live
They would not go until I die
No more shall I live with my head up
Up upon the Day

I called my self innocent
But no more was I same
This silt was slithering my body
I refuse to take this pain

Numb was all my heart
Forgetting to beat its beats
Lost in this world of betrayal
Asking for uprisal

I will leave this soil some day
What answer shall I pay
If I cry all my life
Even less would those tears be

Never would I be pure again
Ever I had that pain
Now shall I not be dead again
I have lost my name

Broken have I sold
Sold my pride
How come will I be alive
My pains are even dead

I lament the loss
What oneself is drown
Put me in the fire
I shall bear forever

Even that cost is too low
Call those on streets
See the traitor is taken
Let this pain increase

I incure a drop of death
With single call of past
Harsh would my mind be
Heart has now no say

Wind would blow off the barren land
left are only the debris
The emotions too have lost
Frozen to the death

Cage me to castigate
I would not utter a word
This too is no way
How shall I repent

Wailing through my life
No far would I go
Booked for my sins
I too can't forgive

When awake I got in the slumber
Echoed the sound in that murmur
My deeds are calling for the answer
Despair I cuddle the soul of thunder

Have I met the black always?
I was never for white
Colours too are mere illusion
Now I hate them all!


Tuesday, 25 February 2014

Human being

What is a human being? I most of the time ask this question to myself. Birth and death; but I never thought of the existence, in fact I couldn't ever thought in that dimension.  There were many other things apart from existence and that were emotions. From the day one of our life emotions are with us actually born with us. Because existence is itself based on emotions. Happiness or sadness, joy and sorrow, love and hatred, all has two faces.  But have we ever thought why these emotions are so self obsessed. But when you think, it is you or it is your life then it would definitely be you. But you are not even you because every time you related to someone else. You cannot be you when there is no one around you.

When someone else top in a class, why we envy him? Why don’t we think, “if not me, at least somebody else has topped.” Then why don’t we get the same happiness for at least someone topped. Imagine if you would have been the only student in the class. Then with whom you would have competed? Then you should thank your classmate for making your presence.

Why do we get disappointed, when somebody else talks ill of us? Why don’t we think “if everyone will praise me then who will criticise me”. Despite knowing we have positive as well as negative sides then why we react. Think if someone wouldn't have talked ill of you. Then from whom you would have boosted your confidence? So, you should praise that person for increasing your confidence level.

Why do we get dejected when some tragedy happens to us? Why don’t we think, “what if there would have been something more dangerous than this”. Then why don’t we take our tragedies as saviours. Think if you would have not faced this tragedy. Then how would you have learnt to live an original life. So, you should Thank God for giving tragedies in your life.

When we talk about human nature it differs. He has different thoughts, different ways of perception, different characters’, different talents. But then why we have same emotions; states of happiness, state of grief, state of enjoyment all are same there might be different reasons but situations are always same.
We have always been told to be humble and considerate to others. And we all always try to be good to them. But then why can’t we live for others.  And why can’t we take their pains as if of ours. We are so much dependent and influenced by others that we can say our existence lies within others. And then yet why can’t live for others.
We are always unknown to our Psyche. And whenever we try to seek inside we get lost in the different world of questions.    

  
  


Sunday, 9 February 2014

Shaheed Afzal an unforgettable hero


Its early winter morning and my normal routine goes up to 10 but today my mother called me at 7,
 “Wake up they are saying Afzal Guru is hanged”
I without a second woke up as if I was not sleeping, “what, what are you saying how is this possible.” I such a stupid person contended saying, “hanging Afzal Guru is not an easy talk”. How I forgot its India, the incredible! Which can do anything especially with Kashmir. 
 “If this would have been true then we would have known. At least his family would have known and if so, then we would also have known”, I told. I was not ready to except the fact as I was hopefully sure it is a rumour, until my mother told me the media is showing it. The moment I heard this I was numbed and my eyes got filled will tears. There arouse a pain, pain of losing your own one and an aggression against this action. Not only me but the whole Kashmir is undergoing such pain. And this is Collective conscience of ‘our’ society.  
     

 Today again Kashmir has lost a son, a brother, a husband, a father, a friend, and a neighbour. Because in every human here dwells a Kashmir, today it’s grieving again, grieving for its loss, grieving for its injustice, grieving for its helplessness, grieving for its genocides. Today you the incredible Murderers, are celebrating but we are mourning, mourning for our loss. You have caged us, you have curtailed us, you have killed us and you have kept us on mute. But then how long you will keep us paralysed. Today you can choke off the voices but cannot block off the pens which are scribbling the history.
   
Afzal Guru is a Martyr, killed innocent by Indian Government. He was hanged on the grounds that they didn’t have enough evidence against him but “the collective conscience of the society will only be satisfied if capital punishment is awarded to the offender”. I won’t wonder if tomorrow for satisfying their collective conscience they will throw missile on Kashmir. I think they keep door to door campaign for measuring this collective conscience I wish they could have.

Monday, 16 September 2013

Magic on Dear

I have written this six years back, on august 15th 2007, I kept writing it till there was a day I lost the reason of writing it, I don’t know whether I will be ever able to continue it, but there are things which are left unfinished…

I saw you first time
your eyes, your hair
did a magic on dear
your eyes with full of blaze
your hair with an elegant pace

your fingers that too with keys
made my breath out to freeze
when I saw them rubbing your hair
I thought as if you just love to care
your words made a sizzling voice
you came to me with a dashing noise

I wish time could stop a while
to spend a moment with you to hide
your words I will never forget
your style I will ever miss
dear you did a magic on
                                      
but your back step snatched my pace
and I was left alone in that dark place
I went out for a space
felling petty on my face
but I saw you coming back again
and there was frenzy on my eyes again

may be God is pleased today
that showed me a lovely way
you were back and your words
again did a magic on dear

you left that place, but words remained for ever
but this time it was magic for ever
I went back to my place
to get zest in your case
and there on I wish to get your space

on that day I saw you again
with the first thought are you again
this time I saw a new person in you
different from all you just glared on
with that look I was impressed a lot

on that night I was imagining a thought
to have a day with you to knot
while washing my face I said a phrase
if you met me again there is chemistry in our case

meanwhile a day didn’t get a chance
and there on I got you in a dark glance
without a blink I just stared on 
and dear you did a full magic on
                      
             ooooooooooo

I made a friendship for your sake
to be in, in your case
and to know about your race
because that clue was your base

I never wanted to leave that place
just because of that only case
but time arrived, it was early morning
me leaving those streets, ahh!
recalling all those beautiful moments

I reached my own place
with the only thoughts I had
leaving all those moments behind
moving forward with my mind

forgetting those for whom I had  to bow
which I never wanted to know
having all you in my show
without giving chance to no

I moved on with you in my dreams
doing everything I liked to seem
dancing with you in my color blue
hoping one day dream will come true

Dear, I was all times imagining you
for sure one day I will come to you
for this I called up your clue
so that I will know about you

still I couldn’t get anything about you
but hope was that I am in touch with you
only because that clue is dear to you
so that a way I could be with you


I moved on and on in my thoughts
dear you all time did a magic on
you and me in those logical thoughts
lived in a shell with the raindrops

six months later everything was same
but my thoughts got a bridge to name
your trip to my place was really a game
which I heartily wanted to claim
                                                                                                                   
                                                               ...to be count.


Monday, 12 November 2012

AFFINITY




I don’t know what’s the relationship between you and me?? But what I know is, the more I see you the more I get fascinated, the more I want to know about you the more I love the attraction towards you. I just love your every face and every turn that you change. Your single glimpses make me frenzy, your different colours make me crazy. The moment I just look at you, I get into you and then merely I remember what’s around me. I don’t know what is so in you that I am getting so attracted to you. Day by day your each colour is adding zeal in me. Sometimes I feel like to forget the whole world to spend hours with you. I want to live with you in your solitude. I want to spend my time to hide with you. I want to touch you, I want to feel you, I want to know what is in you. But I can’t do it even if I want. You are so close yet so far... At times you look so special that I keep thinking,"Is there anything in this world more beautiful then you??"

Week back I got an answer to my question. Maybe there is some connection with my name UFAQ which means Horizon.
Yes your one of the faces.

Hay SKY I just love the way you are, and I would love to spend my whole life watching you...


 

 

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

A painful smile


It was constantly raining hard since morning. The headlights and wipers of the car were on. Azhar, a doctor 32, a lively person with tall and broad features was driving a car in frenzy. It was zigzag drive through the mountains from hours. The highway unusually was deserted on that day. It seemed weather was furious as there was the thundering and lightening going on. The vapours inside the windows started slithering and making ways to join other drops.  Suddenly there was a jerk and a screeching of brakes. “Azhar, drive slowly, it is a national highway. I know you are very desperate to arrive but don’t put us in a peril.” giggled his sister. Azhar filled with contentment and joy said, in a vigorous voice, “Shenu, don’t worry just enjoy and feel the pleasure.” Shenu laughed “Ha-ha. Mr. Pleasure, concentrate on your driving.”

            Mr. Babar Khan their father, a retired advocate sitting on the back seat said, “Shenu let him concentrate, don’t disturb him”. Silence followed but not for a long time as Mrs. Babar start snoring, due to which all the three start laughing and Seyeda all of the sudden woke up claiming “Bismillah! What happen?”  Azhar said, “mama we have reached almost and you have been sleeping all the way”.     

At last after a long 8 hour travel they arrived at their destination. Where they were received by Baber’s brother Shinaber, in the house of Azhar’s grandfather. Shinaber hugged his brother “welcome, welcome, so, where is our bride groom?”  Azhar entered the room. “Ah, here he comes, Congratulations my dear.”  Shinaber said and hugged Azhar.

Next morning, Azhar is sitting in the drawing room drinking a delightful noon chai (salt tea) and bread, gazing at window “hmmm the fragrance of the air is so good that it takes me out of the world. It is of the only land, my land, Kashmir”. The house was soon in the hustle and bustle. Relatives and friends also start pouring in. The engagement preparations were on full swing. Butcher, caterer, decorator were all appointed for the preparation.

Azhar’s engagement was an arranged one and he had never met the girl before. Aliza, the girl was also from Kashmir but was settled in Dubai, where she had her own flat and a job in a bank. Azhar agreed only after putting the clause that she will have to leave the job there and get settled in Jammu with Azhar. He and his family were permanently living in Jammu as Azhar’s mother was from Jammu.  He also had his clinic there. They just came to Kashmir for the engagement so that they could celebrate their happiness with their own people.

After accepting the proposal Aliza started calling him and they only had an interaction through phones and internet.  They both now started chatting for a long hour. They both decided for their new life. There were commitments and planning’s. Azhar thought his life is now complete.

The preparations and arrangements were done hurly and burly as only one day was left. Everyone was busy with their assigned work. But suddenly noise turned into silence when Mr. Baber got a call from Aliza’s family for the apologies that they have to cancel the engagement. After the query it was said that Aliza left home in the morning and in the afternoon the family received the call of Aliza from Delhi where from she had a flight for Dubai in the evening.    

It was great shock for Azhar who just by knowing her through different communication medium, had fell for her. He couldn’t understand her step back. Her promises and commitments, her way of talking and laughing all was fake. She gave him nothing than deception.

Four months later in Jammu, Syeda entered Azhar’s room where he was sleeping. She opened the curtain and woke him up. It was a morning of the new start like a new sunlight entered the room. He came down for the breakfast. “Uncle Shinaber has brought proposal for you. Zainab, she is from Kashmir.” Sayeda said. Though Azhar was not ready at that time but obedient son agreed to his parents. But somewhere the name Zainab stuck his mind. There was a further talk on the proposal. Azhar without interfering left everything on his parents.

After a week everything was fixed again. They again left for Kashmir, the house again turned out noisy. They decided to have a small ring ceremony first where they will get to know each other. By that time Azhar made his mind.

 Next morning he went to his friend’s coffee shop to have a look on this new setup.  While sitting, Azhar turned towards the door where from a girl in a white dress and veiled head entered, which drew his attention towards her. She seemed soft and delicate and with the elegant modesty that she was wearing. Azhar from his inner voice said “God bless her.” He thought as if he has never seen such a girl. “It is not, she is most beautiful one but it was her diffidence from other girls, specially a girl like Aliza”.      

So finally the day of ring ceremony came. He has to see zainab for a first time. It was zanaib’s home, he was sitting on the sofa and abruptly got a glimpse of a girl coming inside and realised that she is the same girl from that coffee shop. Sombody said “Azhar meet Zainab” Thus he made out that he had seen Zainab in the Coffee shop. Azhar couldn’t believe it that is he getting engaged to a girl who he praised in the coffee shop. They both talked with each other and Azhar found whatever he had thought of her was very less as she was much more commendable. He wore her ring with satisfaction and gladness. It was decided that after a one week there would be a proper engagement but this time it would be a nikha Ceremony.      

So, the house was again in the hustle and bustle, from caterer to decorator everyone was called because this time it was on the large scale. In a rush nobody was ready to listen as all were busy with their assigned work. Meanwhile Azhar got a VISA and an appointment letter from Qatar which added more happiness to the celebrations.

 Before engagement he had to go to Jammu to get her old maternal grandmother and his friend for an occasion. All the things were arranged like sweets were ordered, huge dry fruit trays were made, trousseau was prepared and jewellery was ordered from Delhi.

For the sake of love and blessing, he departed for Jammu with Shenu, three days before the occasion. He reached and met his old grandmother. They stayed there for a day and the next morning, Azhar hold his grandmother and made her sit with Shenu on the back seat. They left for Kashmir with great excitement and eagerness. Azher,s friend who was sitting next to him was very keen to attend the Kashmiri function.

All the four were enjoying the zigzag trip. But suddenly at Qazigund, the car collided with the Scorpio and the front portion of the car was totally smashed and steering bumped into Azhar’s chest. The bridegroom due to the internal injury died on spot with the painful smile on his face.