Jub koi Bulaye (Urdu)

jub koi bulayay tum ko yoon

k pal bhar main ik yaad uthay

tum keh dena koi paas nahi

kya jeenay ki bhi aas nahi?

jub pattay khiltay barish main

jub behti nadyaa sawan main

ik aas uthay ik yaas uthay

tum keh dena kuch paas nahi

par jub akeli khirki main

tum chaand ko dekha karti thi

tub main bhi bus deewana sa

najanay kyun khil parta tha

chahay chaand sai duur sahi

ik aas tou hai, koi paas tou hai

sahil ki bheegi rait pay jub

main nangay paon chalta tha

tub yaad ki andhi pal pal bhar

bus ati thi, tarpati thi

par soch kay main phir say yoon

lub apnay khud see leta tha

k jub kahiin tum mil jao

tou tum ko bus yeh keh doon ga

jub koi bulayay tum ko yoon

k pal bhar main ik yaad uthay

tum keh dena koi paas nahi

kya jeenay ki bhi aas nahi?

Note: It's my first attempt, so please go easy on me :)

Sleeping Life

In the arms of a sleeping life,

My fortune, my love awaits,

Yet bound to the chains of this futile world,

Staring at me, closed gates,

Like a mercenary, ruthless, cold,

This time takes its toll,

Wonder how much more blood life needs,

Already filled is the bowl,

Yet faith there is, my love will endure,

And i will come to her,

Her prints on me, her touch, her feel,

I will not ever let blur,

And i will spin her beautifully,

Into a symphony so pure,

Together we will, dance in the air,

Forever, and much more...

Table for Two

One day, i will steal you,

For time little as it be,

And then we could have our own little world,

Together, and be free,

We'll laugh, we'll dance, we'll talk and prance,

We'll joke and we will play,

For, love, together, this time,

Is our very own precious day,

And when you'll be calm, serene, beautiful,

I will cook for you,

In shimmering silver twilight,

Will set a table for two...

Little Angel

He felt himself being dragged down from the weight inside; he shuddered as his knees gave way and he buckled into a kneel. His ever-glorious wings lay lifeless around him like tattered rags, a victim of the plague coursing through him. The air around him grew cold and the weight only seemed to build up slowly. Life ebbed away from his glowing locks as they began to turn dark and foul.

“What damnation is this, Lord? What do You wish to teach me? I only asked for the knowledge of man and his life… and what is this curse, Lord?”

No answer to his plea, no light from above as the weight continued to breed inside, and the pain throbbed palpably in his chest. It seemed to stem from his heart and shoot into the very tip of his limbs, decaying, eating at him. His eyes turned dull as colors withered in front of his gaze. The hurt had started to creep up his shoulders and to the back of his head; he felt his skull being crushed under immense pressure as he hid his face in his palms and whispered,

“Oh Lord, oh Lord what is this wisdom that You give? What hell is this You wish me live, Lord? Have mercy upon me…”

No answer. Not a sign from Him in all this… this madness… this torment…

He felt the pain marring his face, and then, his eyes were burning. His heart felt heavy as a cold dead stone… and slowly two shreds of his torn soul, two drops, two glittering pearls fell from his scorched eyes, then slowly the pain began to abate.

“What is this, Lord? What is this? I call out to You, for the sake of Thy love for me, reveal to me what this is…”

A low rumble, tremor across the ground beneath his feet, and then descend the divine voice from the heavens.

“You, ask for the knowledge of man and his life, do you not, little angel?”

“Yes, yes I did… but what is this curse that has left my soul trembling and scarred?”

“This, child, is a test that We give to those We put in flesh… this, little one, is sorrow… and tears…”

A note to the readers: please take it as a piece of writing, not as something sacrilegious. Neither was it meant to portray anyone's belief nor is it trying to change the same. Read on, enjoy, and stay firm on what you believe.

Think

Think…

Little playthings of dust and clay, soul breathed within, tiny animated figures in God's own world... One may wonder if we are here for a reason or just to cater every whim of He who created us... But then again, is it not what our own crooked laws chant? The creator and created, bound in a contract, forever time that may come? One to be the puppeteer, other the stringed ragdoll?

Are we here for a reason? Has God actually written a destiny for us? To fulfill a certain unknown task? Or are we merely the figment of his divine imagination? Or is it such, that he lives through us? Giving each of us a part of Him? Is it so that all the souls combined together are God himself in all glory? And above all... Does he walk among us? Disguised in a more humane, perceptible form?

Or is he the wind that blows through my hair? The rain that falls on dry earth? Or the dust that gives birth to new life? Is God this whole universe and we little shreds of him? Is he the sound of a baby's laugh as she stares in amazement at the world around? Or is he colours of the rainbow after the shower? Is he the peace I feel while I sleep? Or is he the joy that I feel when I lay eyes on my son?

Last night I sat in front of a lone tree in a garden, and watched it standing isolated yet firm in all the emptiness around it; and I wondered, is God like that? The night breeze rustled its leaves, and then again it came to me, are we like the leaves on the tree, and God being who we hold on to? Different leaves, on separate branches, coming together as the wind pushes them close for a moment, introducing them to the touch, the feel; and some drift apart later, others stay, on branches folded close by the gust of a passing by whisper of unspoken words...

And then, where does it lead us to? Is the whole world a delusion? Created by my own mind? Am I God, looking at the world through the eyes of a human? Or is it all just fake? The touch I feel, the air I breathe, sound I hear? Is it just an illusion? What if I am just a sigh in the air, unheard? In my own world? Where everything is just a pretence...? Rash as it may sound, could it be that even God is my imagination, my own creation? To justify things that I imagine and yet not comprehend? Is fate not just another justification for things we do not understand? Like why a woman is blamed for bringing misfortune upon a man who cannot even treat himself with respect, let alone others? Why is it that we be unfair to those who cannot stand up for themselves against a whole crowd or society, and then name it a norm?

Fate is such a simple way, an illusion, to turn away from the loss one suffers in life; to blame the misfortunes and injustice inflicted upon people, yet it coming from those not unlike we ourselves. Why is it that the mistakes and cruelty of man be blamed upon fate, an entity that cannot justify itself? Or perhaps that is exactly the reason fate is conjured, to cater the misgivings of man weak against temptation?

Is God love? That which tugs me forward by my heart? Why do we not understand love, and if we do, why does it spring up in the most unexpected of places and times? Why does a man love a woman strange to her? And to an extent as to forget who he is? Why do people break the boundaries, the norms, to reach out to someone? Is it time that we reconsider our own laws? Or does this happen because God makes a soul, puts it into two bodies and them pushes them apart on earth, to watch how they slowly crawl towards each other? Wouldn't that make God unfair, cruel? But then again, is there anyone who can question His divine will and power? His greatness and affection?

Note: Once again, just a piece of writing, questions that do come to the mind at times, and even so, it helps to think about things, makes you clearer about what you want, what you need, and what you believe. Comments and suggestions are most welcome.

What is it That You Do?

What is it that you do?

How deep do you touch?

I feel naked around you...

Does it show so much?

Make me breathe,

Come take me whole,

Breathe into me,

Into my soul...

Your fingers weave magic,

Your kiss so light,

Every time I wish,

In your arms, die I might,

God there is, believe I do now,

Love flows from your lips to mine,

The only doubt that I have now,

Whoever said man is not divine?

You make me believe I can fly,

Woman, you kiss away my pain,

I know you'll stand by me forever,

In scorching sunlight, in the cool rain...

Could not see, how I could say,

I came, I felt, and now I belong,

Once I thought I’d shatter into pieces,

Now your warmth just makes me strong,

On it goes,

Like words untold,

Surprisingly beautiful,

Let life unfold...

I know not now, how to thank god,

Kneel in front of you, and say what?

Was I just lucky, or destiny take hold?

Or with virtue, this fortune begot?

Feeble I am, man weak as is,

Wish to you, I say this,

Come into my arms, when you feel scared,

Come into my arms, when you feel amiss,

Should you feel sad,

Or just me that you miss,

Come into my arms, my soul, my heart,

Come into my arms, it's our very own bliss...