WHEN THINGS DO NOT GO YOUR WAY OR IN YOUR BEST INTEREST THEN YOU NEED TO DO INVENTORY ON YOUR LIFE, CONCERNING YOUR ACTIONS, ASSOCIATIONS, CONVERSATIONS, GOINGS AND DOINGS.
Translation :- "Since
when did I
Since when did
I really live?
Since when did I
ever fade from
Since when lovers
are really afraid of
Explanation (Tashriih) :- Lovers are eternal, they are apple of of each other's eyes, they never die, they live even after their death just like 'Laila Majnu', 'Shirin Farhad' or 'Shahjahan Mumtaz', all these stories are indeed tales, they exist or not we don't know, but we do know they were warrior like lovers, they didn't knew what's on other side when they love someone more than two worlds, yet they loved, so what's loss or gain but only love?
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Translation :- "What do you know about love?;
You are like my half faith."
Explaination (Tashriih) :- People only talk of love, love completes your faith, your believe in God that this person only wants good for you by marrying you, not courting you.Marriage in Islam, or love in Islam is not lustful, it's an inspiration like Prophet Mohammad SAW and Khadija RA, you can marry and lead a world or be pious woman like Mariyam RA, who was bestowed with miracle of birth of Jesus without the help of any man.So it's upto you to decide, the focal point is to protect you from such desires which will destroy your spiritual pursuit, soul, instincts, even your intellectual capabilities.
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⬇⬇⬇ All paths are not the same. All journeys are not simple. There's beauty on the other side of the struggle. .
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~"Chai Aur Hamari Dastaan"
Explanation :- No translation for this one as this poem is about things dear to my heart, first is tea, second are books and third is observing people. For poet, he/she was not only their life but their forever.
"I wanted to spend a
night with you. I even
thought to come to you but
after this night, I won't be able
to live other nights peacefully,
(separated from you).
Explaination (Tashriih):- Fear of separation in lover even separated the lover from the poet. We need courage to love, not philosophy.
Explanation (Tashriih) :-
When you don't accept or love yourself, even your weaknesses and vulnerabilities, then you can't love someone else completely without a doubt.
First, self love is important even for writing.
We think other person didn't say anything to us but what we don't know that maybe other person feels as lonely as us.
Ahmed had a voice that could take you through an ocean of catharsis by singing a single verse. You just won't want him to stop. He would start with, "Laal meri pat", at the top note, then take a pause and then give a beat or two on the dholak hanging by straps through his neck. "Isn't someone training you?", I asked him. "You don't seem more than ten or eleven. You must be handing over all the money that you get to that chap. Are there more kids like you?" He only smiled and sat down after taking the money, as if he never heard me.
After a few days came another lad with him. He was half the size of Ahmed. So were his rhythms, catching up with Ahmed and giving up halfway through each verse. All the neighbourhood were all ears for them and the Qawwalis they sung. They were called one by one, at each doorstep to sing the same thing which was heard clearly when they were singing it at the end of the lane.
But people were not heartless. It was biting winter that year and they gave them clothes. After all survival was what they bargained for and old and useless clothes were thus the perfect charity. Qasim Uncle would say, "Let me record a video of you, you might get famous". Saira Aapa would tell them, "Such talent! Singing like pro Qawwals at this age! More people should know you." To most, Ahmed would smile or part his lips but purse them again. The younger one only scratched his head when not singing or calling people to give money.
The winter was ending and Mahashivratri had arrived. It was a holiday and I had woken up for brunch. From the kitchen I heard Ahmed's voice and picked up four toasts to give them. Then I heard someone shouting, "You sing there too!" It was clear that it were Ahmed and his companion being abashed. I opened the gate to see that today they were wearing red coloured bands having golden borders on their forehead.
It was the last time I saw them. It seemed spirituality and humanity were walking away, both defeated, heads bowed down, shoulders dropped, and their hands rubbing the membranes of their Dholaks. They left the neighbourhood in silence.
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She is an overthinking girl
If it matters she thinks
If it means she thinks
If it is worthwhile she thinks
If it is anything that matters and hurts
She doesn’t think of nonsense folks.
She thinks of people who are close to her,
Who she loves and cares for,
Because their shrewdness,
Their betrayal ,
Their hypocrisy ,
Their negligence ,
Hurts her most.
For an overthinking girl like her
Once these people were world.
And I leave this question to you all...
Doesn’t all thinks about their world a bit more than any other daily chores?
So what’s so taboo to be a overthinking girl.
Yes i am one
Just like you you and you girl.
Everybody thinks when hurt
When not cared
No need to blame yourself and feel pity
For false guilty.
You are one in million who can think and
Girl get a conclusion
Get yourself out of delusion.
You my overthinking girl
Is beauty with brain
Whose words can pour sizzling rainbows in rain.
Rise and shine my main.
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