Thursday, November 22, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Going to old
What is it to grow old?
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes, but not for this alone.
Is it to feel our strength—
Not our bloom only, but our strength—decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, every function less exact,
Each nerve more weakly strung?
Yes, this, and more! but not,
Ah, 'tis not what in youth we dreamed 'twould be!
'Tis not to have our life
Mellowed and softened as with sunset-glow,
A golden day's decline!
'Tis not to see the world
As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes,
And heart profoundly stirred;
And weep, and feel the fulness of the past,
The years that are no more!
It is to spend long days
And not once feel that we were ever young.
It is to add, immured
In the hot prison of the present, month
To month with weary pain.
It is to suffer this,
And feel but half, and feebly, what we feel:
Deep in our hidden heart
Festers the dull remembrance of a change,
But no emotion—none.
It is—last stage of all—
When we are frozen up within, and quite
The phantom of ourselves,
To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost
Which blamed the living man.
Is it to lose the glory of the form,
The lustre of the eye?
Is it for beauty to forego her wreath?
Yes, but not for this alone.
Is it to feel our strength—
Not our bloom only, but our strength—decay?
Is it to feel each limb
Grow stiffer, every function less exact,
Each nerve more weakly strung?
Yes, this, and more! but not,
Ah, 'tis not what in youth we dreamed 'twould be!
'Tis not to have our life
Mellowed and softened as with sunset-glow,
A golden day's decline!
'Tis not to see the world
As from a height, with rapt prophetic eyes,
And heart profoundly stirred;
And weep, and feel the fulness of the past,
The years that are no more!
It is to spend long days
And not once feel that we were ever young.
It is to add, immured
In the hot prison of the present, month
To month with weary pain.
It is to suffer this,
And feel but half, and feebly, what we feel:
Deep in our hidden heart
Festers the dull remembrance of a change,
But no emotion—none.
It is—last stage of all—
When we are frozen up within, and quite
The phantom of ourselves,
To hear the world applaud the hollow ghost
Which blamed the living man.
Friday, October 26, 2012
If only a
Tujh se milne ki arzoo hi bhot
tujh se thori guftagoo hi bhot
Kb ye socha k tujh ko bi choo sken
bs zara der se robaroo hi bhot
Ae meri arzoo e lahasil
tujh ko pane ki justjoo hi bhot
Sari duniya ka kia mujhe krna
sari duniya me ik tu hi bhot
Kb ye chaha mile pazeerai
ishq me dil ki abroo hi bhot....
By Farzana Hijab Mirza
tujh se thori guftagoo hi bhot
Kb ye socha k tujh ko bi choo sken
bs zara der se robaroo hi bhot
Ae meri arzoo e lahasil
tujh ko pane ki justjoo hi bhot
Sari duniya ka kia mujhe krna
sari duniya me ik tu hi bhot
Kb ye chaha mile pazeerai
ishq me dil ki abroo hi bhot....
By Farzana Hijab Mirza
Take a minute
it hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is more
painful is to never have the courage to let that person know how you
feel. Don’t go for looks; they can deceive. Don’t go for wealth; even
that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile because it takes
only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. It takes only a minute to
get a crush on someone,
an hour to like someone,
and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone..
an hour to like someone,
and a day to love someone-but it takes a lifetime to forget someone..
I like you sir
Yoon tere hijar me sawanrti hon
phool banti hon or bikhar hon
Rang khamoshion me bharne ko
tere lehje me bat krti hon
Ansoon ki tarah tum ae tu
jane kis karab se guzarti hon
Tu ne ankhon pe haath rakha tu
jane kis khawab se guzarti hon
Teri khawhish se itna khof naheen
teri hasrat se jitna darti hon
Khawb ban kr me us ki ankhon se
roz milti hon or bicharti hon
phool banti hon or bikhar hon
Rang khamoshion me bharne ko
tere lehje me bat krti hon
Ansoon ki tarah tum ae tu
jane kis karab se guzarti hon
Tu ne ankhon pe haath rakha tu
jane kis khawab se guzarti hon
Teri khawhish se itna khof naheen
teri hasrat se jitna darti hon
Khawb ban kr me us ki ankhon se
roz milti hon or bicharti hon
Thursday, October 25, 2012
Often we
Yaad k tane bane bunte thak jate hen aksar hum
bikhri zaat k tukre thak jate hen aksar hum
choro dil ki jane bi do, wo naheen lot k aen gen
duniya ki ye batain sunte thak jate hen aksar hum
ik faqat is gul ki talb me lahoo lahoo ye haath hue
haathon se kanton ko chunte thak jaate hen aksar hum
By Nusrat Naseer.
bikhri zaat k tukre thak jate hen aksar hum
choro dil ki jane bi do, wo naheen lot k aen gen
duniya ki ye batain sunte thak jate hen aksar hum
ik faqat is gul ki talb me lahoo lahoo ye haath hue
haathon se kanton ko chunte thak jaate hen aksar hum
By Nusrat Naseer.
If you are mine
"tere gham ne bant dia mujh ko kitne khanoon me
tu gar yaad naheen ata tu kitna acha hota na
kitni hasrat thi lehje me jb us ne ye bola tha
tu gar mera ho jata to kitna acha tha"
There is no comparison of this nice and heart touching lyrics. No one can understand the true meaning of this but except those who had suffer from hijar and firaaq.
tu gar yaad naheen ata tu kitna acha hota na
kitni hasrat thi lehje me jb us ne ye bola tha
tu gar mera ho jata to kitna acha tha"
There is no comparison of this nice and heart touching lyrics. No one can understand the true meaning of this but except those who had suffer from hijar and firaaq.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
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