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[Saira]

berbady muhebeth ki saza sath liyey ja
tota huwa iqrarey-e-wafa sath liyey ja
shamil hey tera khoney jiger merri hina mein ..
dewani k ashkon ki sada sath lia ja
hum apni muhbeth ki saza payin gye tenha
jo tujh say hui hay wo khata sath liyey ja

[Zepheris]

nice like the idea very much, though i mostly write in english, my urdu is ummmm bad (to say the least)

but here goes:

nah jane voh kooun tha lekin
mere khawaabo kah eik pehloo tha,
aisa lagaa jaiseh
mujhee eik ashiaana mila,
lekin goohr sey dekha toh
voh eik parchaye nikla.
mereh tooteh
huey khwaabo kah
eik pehloo nikla

and a english one:

As I stand here,
The seasons pass by,
Loneliness encompasses me,
I have lost,
Laughter consumes me,
It cuts me deep,
The pain can not be cured,
Death is but a passing,
However the solution is nigh,
The pain within reside in years,
And still I stand at the station of seasons pass me by,
The fight is lost,
The will has gone,
All lies,
All opportunities.


well i have written a few pages worth, the collections still growing, thought id have to ask permission to put up some of them , and of course let me know what you think.

[Saira]

nice like the idea very much, though i mostly write in english, my urdu is ummmm bad (to say the least)

but here goes:

nah jane voh kooun tha lekin
mere khawaabo kah eik pehloo tha,
aisa lagaa jaiseh
mujhee eik ashiaana mila,
lekin goohr sey dekha toh
voh eik parchaye nikla.
mereh tooteh
huey khwaabo kah
eik pehloo nikla

and a english one:

As I stand here,
The seasons pass by,
Loneliness encompasses me,
I have lost,
Laughter consumes me,
It cuts me deep,
The pain can not be cured,
Death is but a passing,
However the solution is nigh,
The pain within reside in years,
And still I stand at the station of seasons pass me by,
The fight is lost,
The will has gone,
All lies,
All opportunities.
well i have written a few pages worth, the collections still growing, thought id have to ask permission to put up some of them  , and of course let me know what you think.

Nice .. very well written. Please share more.

Where are the rest of you .. 18 views and 1 reply. Pdf members dont take interest in literary endevours or inately shy ????

[PS:Annonymous]

At the twilight, a moon appeared in the sky;

Then it landed on earth to look at me.

Like a hawk stealing a bird at the time of prey;

That moon stole me and rushed back into the sky.

I looked at myself, I did not see me anymore;

For in that moon, my body turned as fine as soul.

The nine spheres disappeared in that moon;

The ship of my existence drowned in that sea.

[Saira]

Very Nice


zinda rehny k liyey tago do kerti rehi .. kuch bhe nahi ker pati jub tera kiyal aa jayey ..
mer mer k jee rehi hoon tery liyey .. kash iss terhan say tujy malal aa jayey ..
zamana aik he jawab mangta hay mogh say .. kash tery laboon per woo sawal aa jayey
kesy mohh lety hu tum dil zamany ka .. kash moghy bhe iss kam main kamal aa jaye

Edited by Saira, 05 February 2009 - 02:34 AM.

[Zepheris]

very nice indeed,

as they say every self written poem, is a part of your soul, its takes a lot to put up some poems, they tell people more about your charecter than most things.
For eyes may be the windows to your soul, but the words you mutter to yourself are your desperate emotions, entwined in poems.

to everyone brave enough to share.

and heres another english one from me:

Like a swallow so free & gay,
The nights had passed in sheer wait,
He waited no more knowing she was near by,
Only a touch,
A whisper,
A breath away,
Within his reach yet so far,
The years had preserved the glow so far,
Youth had gone,
Yet fire afar.


and one in urdu:

nah jaaneh voh koun sah wakt tha,
nah jaaneh voh koun sah lamha,
jub mout koh awaaz dhi,
zindagi bulati rahi

[Saira]

Keep sharing Zepheris ... you write very well.


The Shaken Dream

I dreamt last night that I stood alone at the altar
My wedding veil wrapped tightly around my throat
My white dress stained with reds and blacks
My ankles and wrists: shackled, cuffed
I stood and married one I did not love and he was
Invisible to me.
I struggled to relieve myself of the bondage
And as my tears flowed to my feet, they grew
Great in depth: putting out the candles and
Mixing with the holy water
I heard loud, maniacal laughter
I turned to see you there
Amongst the pews filled with zombie - like
Watchers who held their breath
You did not hold your breath, instead you
Held the key to my shackles in one hand and
My bleeding heart in the other
Again you laughed
Only more vile and wickedly than before – as
You tossed the key into the remnants of
My heart and swallowed it down
With a swig of my blood

by:me

Edited by Saira, 04 May 2008 - 09:50 PM.

[PS:Annonymous]

show me your face
i crave
flowers and gardens
open your lips
i crave
the taste of honey
come out from
behind the clouds
i desire a sunny face
your voice echoed
saying "leave me alone"
i wish to hear your voice
again saying "leave me alone"
i swear this city without you
is a prison
i am dying to get out
to roam in deserts and mountains
i am tired of
flimsy friends and
submissive companions
i die to walk with the brave
am blue hearing
nagging voices and meek cries
i desire loud music
drunken parties and
wild dance
one hand holding
a cup of wine
one hand caressing your hair
then dancing in orbital circle
that is what i yearn for
i can sing better than any nightingale
but because of
this city's freaks
i seal my lips
while my heart weeps
yesterday the wisest man
holding a lit lantern
in daylight
was searching around town saying
i am tired of
all these beasts and brutes
i seek
a true human
we have all looked
for one but
no one could be found
they said
yes he replied
but my search is
for the one
who cannot be found

[leroy]

Like a swallow so free & gay,
The nights had passed in sheer wait,
He waited no more knowing she was near by,
Only a touch,
A whisper,
A breath away,
Within his reach yet so far,
The years had preserved the glow so far,
Youth had gone,
Yet fire afar.

Swallows are gay ?



Jokes aside, you guys write very good. By the way, i have a band and we currently have 3 songs that are going through rigorous testing and upgradation of lyrics especially.

Saira Zafar and Zapheris , it would be really nice if you guys can PM me ur email addies for MSN contact , so i can share with you some demo clips of my band's songs and maybe if you are willing to provide some lyrics .

We are 3 guys...and our urdu, well atleast me is not up to the mark.

kya khyaal hai ?

[Saira]

show me your face
i crave
flowers and gardens
open your lips
i crave
the taste of honey
come out from
behind the clouds
i desire a sunny face
your voice echoed
saying "leave me alone"
i wish to hear your voice
again saying "leave me alone"
i swear this city without you
is a prison
i am dying to get out
to roam in deserts and mountains
i am tired of
flimsy friends and
submissive companions
i die to walk with the brave
am blue hearing
nagging voices and meek cries
i desire loud music
drunken parties and
wild dance
one hand holding
a cup of wine
one hand caressing your hair
then dancing in orbital circle
that is what i yearn for
i can sing better than any nightingale
but because of
this city's freaks
i seal my lips
while my heart weeps
yesterday the wisest man
holding a lit lantern
in daylight
was searching around town saying
i am tired of
all these beasts and brutes
i seek
a true human
we have all looked
for one but
no one could be found
they said
yes he replied
but my search is
for the one
who cannot be found

The Ecstatic Beat

Psychopomp and circumstance
Peaceful hysteria fills the impulse
While spirits dance in the rhythm with the brain,
The head drum of a percussion network
Reaching back for ages with amputated limbs
Gaining weight like downhill speed
Thinking of self-importance without pride
Let us hypnotize ourselves with the music
Or at least entrance me, everybody
Spores floating on the surface of calm water
Nature has polluted itself
Do spirits have accountability?
Maybe those who don’t communicate would know
Over packaged overpriced overblown merchandise
Fill the impulse
Ghosts sway with clasped hands to the peddler’s flute
Melody joins rhythm; the chant unfolds
Listen more attentively; speak less combatively
The war of the words will end with a decree
From the serenity of chaos and
We will join the song we do not yet understand

"moi"

Edited by Saira Zafar, 18 February 2005 - 12:43 PM.

[Zepheris]

hmmm sounds intresting leroy,

chaloh will see what happens, in the mean time two more pieces for you guys:

1st :

I have no words to describe the poems you read,
for they prove inadequate in comparison,
there is no justice in the words i choose,
for they hide lots and reveal very little,
but every poem has touched my heart,
they imprint a new creativity within,
words can not show what I feel,
emotions betray,
actions reveal.

2nd:

joh qurbani dee voh yaad nahi,
jiss koh bachayaah vohi bhul geyah,
hisaab toh ho gah,
keemat adaa ki jaeegi,
haar daman uss waqkt dareh gah,
haar guneh gaar roeegah.

[shadowofbeautiful]

Saira Zafar and Zapheris , it would be really nice if you guys can PM me ur email addies for MSN contact , so i can share with you some demo clips of my band's songs and maybe if you are willing to provide some lyrics .

[MoThSmOkE]

leroy I thought you were very faithful to yours one and only!

[shadowofbeautiful]

leroy I thought you were very faithful to yours one and only!

there is nothing wrong with having something on the side.....

but not my wife i hope.

[FASAL XJ]

m Y p O e M
WhAt MaKeS a MaN

What makes a man is it the power in his hands
is it his quest for glory, give it all ya got
to fight to the top so we can know u'r story.
(chorous)
NoW YoUr a Man
Yeah, Man,mAn Now YoUr A mAn Yeah
Man, MaN mAn
WhAt MaKes A Man is it women in his arms JuSt coz
sHe has BiG TiTies or is it the way hE fiGhts every day
Is PrObrably the tities
(chorous)
NoW YoUr a Man
Yeah, Man,mAn Now YoUr A mAn Yeah
Man, MaN mAn

[shadowofbeautiful]

there is nothing wrong with having something on the side.....

but not my wife i hope.

[PS:Annonymous]

           

shadow tuj ko abb dandy pernay hai bacho, dekhta jaa.. abhi chiterloo ho gi, pohenchoo zara ghar..

shadow ki dhulai ho gi

Edited by Psychosaint, 21 January 2005 - 08:04 AM.

[Zepheris]

           

shadow tuj ko abb dandy pernay hai bacho, dekhta jaa.. abhi chiterloo ho gi, pohenchoo zara ghar..

shadow ki dhulai ho gi

my god you both sound like mountain goats, grow up and you Psychosaint, dont encourage him, he thinks his right with a little bit of encouragement .

aur aap shadowofbeautiful, im sure we can discuss this like adults when you get home, not long now.

[leroy]

leroy I thought you were very faithful to yours one and only!

i am.

Man i need people who have GOOD URDU to help my compositions.

I speak good urdu but my vocabulary is very very limited.

[leroy]

my god you both sound like mountain goats, grow up and you Psychosaint, dont encourage him, he thinks his right with a little bit of encouragement  .

aur aap shadowofbeautiful, im sure we can discuss this like adults when you get home, not long now.

hein ?? Zepheris, dude you know Shadowofbeautiful ?

[leroy]

           

oopps......just found out from Psychosaint that Zapheris is female and that too Shadow's wife.

I had no idea. Sorry bhabhiji. Nice poems by the way.

[PS:Annonymous]

my god you both sound like mountain goats, grow up and you Psychosaint, dont encourage him, he thinks his right with a little bit of encouragement  .

aur aap shadowofbeautiful, im sure we can discuss this like adults when you get home, not long now.

hell no,

i never encourage him.. i mean never.



PS: oyee shadow kia problem hai tuj ko. spoiling a nice topic

now put some beautifull lines in the topic and get the Party going, it Eid Damnit, aur teraa moo suja hova hai aurtoo ki terhaa

Edited by Psychosaint, 21 January 2005 - 11:41 AM.

[shadowofbeautiful]

shadow tuj ko abb dandy pernay hai bacho, dekhta jaa.. abhi chiterloo ho gi, pohenchoo zara ghar..

shadow ki dhulai ho gi

u always get me in trouble ....

[shadowofbeautiful]

hell no,

i never encourage him.. i mean never.



PS: oyee shadow kia problem hai tuj ko. spoiling a nice topic

now put some beautifull lines in the topic and get the Party going, it Eid Damnit, aur teraa moo suja hova hai aurtoo ki terhaa

ok i only know one sheer

so here it goes... dont ask for more

yeh sarv tani, gul parahani, mehsher badani
saab husn tumhara beyqeemat gar dad nah hum say paoo gay...


dedicated to moi wifey ....

[shadowofbeautiful]

shadow why does u'r ''wife'' post under a different user name, cant she share u'r account?

do you really think i need to answer you ??
but here is me playing nice ....

she is using a different id cause she is not with me at the moment.... we have been living apart for some time.... she is in UK while im in saudi at the moment ....

[PS:Annonymous]

FaisalXJ dont push it, just yasterday alone i had 5 complain about you from different users and there are atleast 3 mods who have reported you and this time you appologies wont even help out.

you asked for it and you Got it.

[Saira]

Psy n Zephris please keep sharing both of you. MashAllah splendid writings there.




Chaha tu bohut tha lekin wo mila hi nahi,
Laakh koshish ki mager yeh fasla mita hi nahi,
Na jany zamany ny mujboor is qader ker diya,
Ke wo meri kisi sada pay thehra bhi nahi,
Mien tamam ter koshishoo ky bawajoud har gaye,
Wo usay mil giya jis nay uus ko kabhi manga bhi nahi,
Her eik say poucha tery na milny ka sabub,
Her eik nay kaha wo tery liye bana hi nahi,
Itni shiddut say chaha tha us ko,
Is duniya may shayed wafa ka sila hi nahi

Edited by Saira, 05 February 2009 - 02:37 AM.

[Zepheris]

Psychosaint, nahi bhai u didnt offend anyone, one gets used to his antic after a while.

leroy, its ok i dont really advertise the fact, unless its called for, thanx anyhow.

and oh please dont turn this into a flame thread, its perfect the way it was before.

shadowofbeautiful, as for the poem hmmm ok true say.

here are a few more:

there’s nothing that can be done now,
no matter how hard I try,
she has won,
I have lost,
Beauty conquered,
Feelings lost,
No matter how deep I love thee,
No matter how much I care,
Her beauty is besotting,
I can not compare………Anon.


Iss dunyaa ki kash-ma-kash meh guum hoti jaar rahi hu,
Rehaai deneh wala koi nahi,
naa iss dil koh samjaneh wala koi,
Kaiseh sambhalu iss dewaneh koh,
Joh din-ba-din toot rahaa hai,
Kyah yeh voh lamhaa hai?
Jiss meh mein doob ti jaati hu,
Kyah voh lamhaa aegah?
Jiss meh chain aur sukoon hogah?
Kyah voh lamhaa aee gah jiss kah intezaar hai mujeh?
Darti hu uss keh aneh seh,
Kaiseh sambhaal paounghi izaat keh daaman koh?

[leroy]

Psy n Zephris  please keep sharing both of you. MashAllah splendid writings there.
Chaha tu bohut tha lekin wo mila hi nahi,
Laakh koshish ki mager yeh fasla mita hi nahi,
Na jany zamany ny mujboor is qader ker diya,
Ke wo meri kisi sada pay thehra bhi nahi,
Mien tamam ter koshishoo ky bawajoud har gaye,
Wo usay mil giya jis nay uus ko kabhi manga bhi nahi,
Her  eik say poucha tery na milny ka sabub,
Her  eik nay kaha wo tery liye bana hi nahi,
Itni shiddut say chaha tha us ko,
Is duniya may shayed wafa ka sila hi nahi

nice .

[PS:Annonymous]

For Shadow and Zepheris and whoever is going to get married in future or already married.


You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.

You shall be together when white wings of death scatter your days.

Aye, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.

But let there be spaces in your togetherness,

And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.

Love one another but make not a bond of love:

Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.

Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.

Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.

Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone,

Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.

Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.

For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.

And stand together, yet not too near together:

For the pillars of the temple stand apart,

And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.

[shadowofbeautiful]

nice pieces indeed .....


may Allah bless all you people ... may he bestow his grace on you lot for yee stand in frontlines to the enemy

dunno wot im typing but good stuff all of ya

[PS:Annonymous]

It is a little bit off the topic, but i guess you guys might like it

The Saint

In my youth I once visited a saint in his silent grove beyond the hills; and as we were conversing upon the nature of virtue a brigand came limping wearily up the ridge. When he reached the grove he knelt down before the saint and said, "O saint, I would be comforted! My sins are heavy upon me."
And the saint replied, "My sins, too, are heavy upon me."
And the brigand said, "But I am a thief and a plunderer."
And the saint replied, "I too am a thief and a plunderer."
And the brigand said, "But I am a murderer, and the blood of many men cries in my ears."
And the saint replied, " I am a murderer, and in my ears cries the blood of many men."
And the brigand said, "I have committed countless crimes."
And the saint replied, "I too have committed crimes without number."
Then the brigand stood up and gazed at the saint, and there was a strange look in his eyes. And when he left us he went skipping down the hill.
And I turned to the saint and said, "Wherefore did you accuse yourself of uncommitted crimes? See you not this man went away no longer believing in you?"
And the saint answered, "It is true he no longer believes in me. But he went away much comforted."
At that moment we heard the brigand singing in the distance, and the echo of his song filled the valley with gladness.

the saint was .......

Edited by Psychosaint, 21 January 2005 - 03:39 PM.

[Saira]

It is a little bit off the topic, but i guess you guys might like it

The Saint

In my youth I once visited a saint in his silent grove beyond the hills; and as we were conversing upon the nature of virtue a brigand came limping wearily up the ridge. When he reached the grove he knelt down before the saint and said, "O saint, I would be comforted! My sins are heavy upon me."
And the saint replied, "My sins, too, are heavy upon me."
And the brigand said, "But I am a thief and a plunderer."
And the saint replied, "I too am a thief and a plunderer."
And the brigand said, "But I am a murderer, and the blood of many men cries in my ears."
And the saint replied, " I am a murderer, and in my ears cries the blood of many men."
And the brigand said, "I have committed countless crimes."
And the saint replied, "I too have committed crimes without number."
Then the brigand stood up and gazed at the saint, and there was a strange look in his eyes. And when he left us he went skipping down the hill.
And I turned to the saint and said, "Wherefore did you accuse yourself of uncommitted crimes? See you not this man went away no longer believing in you?"
And the saint answered, "It is true he no longer believes in me. But he went away much comforted."
At that moment we heard the brigand singing in the distance, and the echo of his song filled the valley with gladness.

the saint was .......

Excellent ! ... but comeon Psy you can tell them it(saint) was me ... no need to hide it anymore with the smile.

[salaudin]

Here's something I wanted to share with you. Actully these are the lyrics of Sajjad Ali's song "Issi Tarhan" and it seems as if it is a Ghazal, a poet wrote.
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Kun udas phirtay hoo sardiyoon ki ratoon men
Iss tarhan to hota ha iss tarhan kay kamoon men
Sara din akalay men, raat bhar khayaloon men
Iss tarhan to hota ha iss tarhan kay kamoon men

Chup say hoogye hoo tum, baat kun nahi kartay
Choti choti baton peh, jeetay jee nahi martay
Haat kalay kartay hoo naam likh kay hatoon men
Iss tarhan to hota ha iss tarhan kay kamon men

Nazam jo sunani thee, nazam woo sunadi ha
Baat samjhani thee, baat samjhadi ha
Waqt hoo giya apna, phir milangay khaboon men
Iss tarhan to hota ha iss tarhan kay kamoon men

[TNP]

Wrote this recently. (inspired by the movie "Nixon", by Oliver Stone)



The Beast

Who is the Beast?
Where does he sleep?
The earth is robbed,
While the childern weep

He howls from the shadows
Turning men into sheep
More then Power he seeks
Not just minds, but souls he reaps

In your Greed he sleeps
Around "the center" he creeps
In your denial he rests
Feeding your imagined needs

Who will tame this beast?
Who will set us free?
The sheperds must now stand,
'cause it wont be the sheep

[TNP]

Chaha tu bohut tha lekin wo mila hi nahi,
Laakh koshish ki mager yeh fasla mita hi nahi,
Na jany zamany ny mujboor is qader ker diya,
Ke wo meri kisi sada pay thehra bhi nahi,
Mien tamam ter koshishoo ky bawajoud har gaye,
Wo usay mil giya jis nay uus ko kabhi manga bhi nahi,
Her  eik say poucha tery na milny ka sabub,
Her  eik nay kaha wo tery liye bana hi nahi,
Itni shiddut say chaha tha us ko,
Is duniya may shayed wafa ka sila hi nahi

just read this poem, and (lol) im sorry but i just have to post a reply.
btw, this isnt a reply to the author, but the poem itself,





Woh tujhey mil bhe jata to kuch hota nahi
Teray dil ke jalan khatam ho gee nahi
Allah ki bandee ban, aur man lay yeh baat,
Insaan ka dimagh kharab hay, ye zamana nahi

Woh cheez jo tujhey mil sakti nahi
Milay ghee usko jisko kadr nahi
Teray pass jo hay uspay bhee martey hain ghareeb,
Lekin ismay tayra koi kassoor to nahi

[Saira]

just read this poem, and (lol) im sorry but i just have to post a reply.
btw, this isnt a reply to the author, but the poem itself,
Woh tujhey mil bhe jata to kuch hota nahi
Teray dil ke jalan khatam ho gee nahi
Allah ki bandee ban, aur man lay yeh baat,
Insaan ka dimagh kharab hay, ye zamana nahi

Woh cheez jo tujhey mil sakti nahi
Milay ghee usko jisko kadr nahi
Teray pass jo hay uspay bhee martey hain ghareeb,
Lekin ismay tayra koi kassoor to nahi

Very nice ... actually quiet true. Your other poem was also very good. Please keep sharing

[Saira]

Short Story


Ruhab was born in one of the mint-green, paint-chipped houses on Napier Street. Napier Street stood blended into the hustle – bustle of city life. It stood blended because people chose to ignore its oddity. It was named after Sir Charles Napier the governor general of British East India Company. He had conquered the province of Sind, looted and plundered and declared the British Raj. Till today he is recalled for the Rape of Sind. Napier Street is a Red Light Area, and Ruhab is a prostitute.

Ruhab walks like moonshine upon silky waters. Her eyes are elusive under her dark lashes, casting shadows upon her fair skin in erotic caresses. She is the Golden Girl of Bai Jameela. Some even conclude that she is the product of Bai Jameela’s affair with Nawab Bahadur, but no one really knows. What is crystal clear though is that her status is very different from the other women that Bai Jameela keeps. When Ruhab dances, the mystical heavens roam her orbit, the “chan–chan-chan” of her bell-laden anklets speak of the gentle dew drop innocence in her. When she sings, time drinks with the gods. No one can hope to possess her though. She belongs to no one but the essence of Ruhab itself. Prostitution is her work, and work is her highest absolute. She has never felt sad about her supposed misery. She does her work well.

There have of course been hundreds of men, of good status and backgrounds who have proposed to get her out of her work. They have all fallen deeply into her sea-green tranquility. But for Ruhab, prostitution is the highest value. She would rather prostitute for money, than to prostitute for hypocrisy of the upper class. She would rather lie beneath a drunken fool with no morals, then to lie beneath layers of cowardice in a man she should call “husband”. She would rather ugliness in form in front of her, than have it creep up from crevices of hidden selfishness.

Everyday Ruhab would wake up to the rancid smell of alcohol. She would tie up her long thick hair into a bun and walk out to her balcony and observe the busy day. Often she would spot a few women shopping downstairs in the bazaar. Often she would see them pointing her out to her companion. They would whisper, “oh look, a lady of the night.” Ruhab could do nothing but smile at them sympathetically. They were so unaware of their own misery that pointing out to a prostitute brought them a self-righteous pleasure. They were not even aware of how their own vanity was keeping them from realizing that they were being used – used by their husbands for sex with no love – used by their children for love with no freedom – used by their family for housework with no respect. Then yes, they would enjoy the respite from their dull, mundane lives by pointing out mockingly to a whore. These women were in the worst possible situation – they saw not their own chains. They felt not their own shackles.

Ruhab thought a lot about these women - they were not even fit to be called that. They were not free and never would be. In fact, the tide of grimy kitchen work and constant child-bearing would make them forget that they were born like any other human being, with arms, legs and a brain. They would forget that they too once had thoughts and dreams. But then what could they do.

As the noise of the bazaar would die down and evening call to prayers could be heard, Ruhab often hid her smile. Soon these holy “white-capped-men” would walk out of the mosques to join the night life of Napier Street. Ruhab would even name them before she met them; there was Mr. Mendacity, the mullah of the mosque, or Mr. Audacity the local havaldar (also the local bazaar butt-pincher) … Each night when Ruhab lay on the cold white sheets with these men, she lay aware, aware of her mind, body, and spirit – aware of what and how she could use these. She would use her body as a tool to excavate deep into the soul of her partner, so deep that it left them vulnerable for a very long time. She would maneuver her legs over their hairy bodies to make them realize who had power in the situation – only the one with the deep soul connection.

Often Ruhab’s eyes would shield everything inside her and she would turn stone cold. This would be right after she had taken the guts out the leach beside her. It would leave them crying. In those moments she forgave them – these were their only true moments. These were the only times they would connect to the essence of life – the only time they would see things for what they are. After a night like this, they would be changed men, at least till they engulfed in the daily darkness of the day. Some would come back like fish out of water. Others never did, but every night was the same game -- only under a new name.

Bai Jameela knew of Ruhab’s intentions. She also knew of Ruhab’s pain, but she also awaited the day when this young girl would have absorbed so much of the outside devilry that she would hate to face the day again. She feared the day when Ruhab would demand her freedom, a higher kind of freedom, and the world would still point out and whisper “prostitute.” Ruhab was intact in virtue, in knowledge, and in purity – she deserved to fly, and one day she would feel her own suffocation. It would be the hardest quest in her life, but just the beginning of her odyssey.

Ruhab dances every day, in her gaudy brothel establishment. She dances to tunes unknown and songs of starry midnight. Ruhab means harp literally – the instrument of the gods. And, Ruhab is the essence of hope, just like the sensual tinkling of wine-red tunes. She is from a different time and a totally different rhyme.

Edited by Saira Zafar, 23 January 2005 - 01:18 PM.

[TNP]

sure why not? ill just copy paste some from my folder.
i only have two more that i can share, the rest are personel




Love as a Paradox


The riddle of love is very confusing

Yet falling into its midst is simple enough

Its strength can make the knighted kneel

Yet love strolls on water gently enough



2002


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You…

I can imagine why God would make such beauty

So the moon can be envious of the light which gleams of your skin

So the forests may marvel at the luster of your hair

So the ocean would crave the gentle waves of your lips

And the sun, with all its brightness, can long for the warmth of your soul...


2003




copyright: Mohsin Ehsan inc. 2004.
Any copy/pasting of this poem will be an infringement on my
intellectual property, and you will be sued!!!!!


LOL just kiddin ;)

[PS:Annonymous]

And a woman spoke to him, saying, Tell us of
Pain.

And he said:

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that endoses
your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears.

Edited by Psychosaint, 26 January 2005 - 07:19 PM.