Medekare revisited!

Ek machis ki dibiya mein mai.

Meelon bichey saapon par,

Sarakta sa, behta sa, chala jata tha,

Kuch masti mein, haathon se modi sadkein,

Parbat ke chehrey par muskurahat si rakhee thee,

Ek ek karkey oos ke panno ko hataya meiney,

Aur apney hi hathon se apna haath chudaya meiney,

Har koney har modh par bikhra sa who yauvan,

jaisey ghoonghat mein saji koi naye naveli shringaree dulhan,

Sharma rahe ho apney preetam ke intezar mein,

Un sunehri belon pe bandhee who teetar ki awaaz,

subah mere kano par dastak dekar jagaya usney mujhko,

Kehney laga, jao kho jao mere priyatam ke aalingan mein.

Phir se Kuch door tak chala tha mein unhee sadkon par,

Kuch harey se dooyein aur ek plastic ki botal ke saath.

Tu hi mera naam!

Kuch arz hai… kaheen bacha thoda karz hai,
Chukana hai karkey thoda thoda,
Janta hoon mein mera khud hona,
Aur hokar bhi na hona, ehsaas yeah khudgarz hai.

Kuch likhawati banawati baton se,
Kuch bantee simtee ahton se,
Ehsaas mein sarey pirota hoon,
Teri bandage mein banjarey sa mein khota hoon.

Hawaon mein ghultee se kushboo ki tarah,
Tera ehsaas mere maula,
mujhmein kaheen ghulta hai,
jadogar sa hai tu,
tera karishma gahde-ghade yoheen mujhpar khulta hai.

Kya gaoon teri tareef mein sadka?
Kya bataon rubaab teri had ka?
Tu allah hai, tu mula hai, tu Krishna, tu raam hai,
Hai tu nanak aur yesu bhi, unhee ke jaisa tu hi toh mera naam hai.

The ageless, aging lover....

Painted on the canvas,
Deep scared, violet lover,
Awaits his destiny,
Hiding beneath,
A doubted, voided cover.

Yet those smiles of ambiguity,
Render his face with an artificial happiness,
He scratches his soul,
Hard enough to scar the healing wounds.

He,
Who ought to find his self,
He,
Who needs to rediscover,
He,
Who awaits his destiny,
He,
The ageless, aging lover.

P.S- last few days i have seen a very close friend go through some turmoils that only i have been able to just scratch off the surface. He's begining to endure a quest. He's begining to unlearn, He's begining to learn again. This is my dedication to him. The ageless, aging lover! Chirag

meri fariyaad****

khuda mere mujhko kuch sila dey,
zarra hoon tera muujhko khud mein mila ley,
jooth hoon mein tera tu sach mujhko bana dey,
kadwaahat hoon teri, mithaas jaisa kuch bana dey.

terii saanson ko peeta hoon,
saaya hoon tera tujhmein hi jeeta hoon,
ghoont sa tu kuch mujhko bana dey,
suroor yeah sara tu mujhko pila dey.

bas baksh dey har uss baashindey ko,
jo niklaa hai tujhko mananey,
barkat kar apney sadkeyki,
mujhee se mujhko mila dey!

**** title credits: Sana Waheed
A recent friend whom i found through another friend. I thank her!!! both of them.

unquestioned affection!

last night was one of the most beautiful nights of my life. A friend gifted me with this uncomparable gift of heartfelt smiles wrapped in words (http://halime0607.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-special-person-in-my-life.html)
Halime shansheel. Her love for india is uncomparable to even the bygone freedom fighters that might have existed in this nation. Her passion and obession for india astonishes and reconfirms my faith that india ineed is heaven on earth. Shes from turkey and a huge or rather a humungous fan of 'vivek oberoi'. psst...! tell u a secret she came down to india for him. She met him at shoot of "misson istambul" in istambul, now u see the connection? nd yet again psst...! she also stars in the movie in a camio role as viveks wife. who's..............!!! ok i will not spoil the fun of the movie of the people who are reading this. So I am a 'star's friend'! :P

A star, yes she is. A star shining far away in the sky, glowing smiling in the dark. Her soul is free. She would find her peace sooner that later. Her innocence is captive. You see her dancing to bollywood numbers... u would sweat! its gets hot in there! :) she always complained that i never went with her for even one of those. Gosh! i was saved afterall... :)

well not that all she has written about me is true. Since she has written it I really could not out rightly reject that too! So i shall keep quite. Just the gesture of writing so heartfelt and so beautiful almost brought me to tears. but then i remebered 'tough guys don't cry'.. hehehhe! so i didn't.

for you my dear,
you shall always be close to my heart,
i shall always admire you for who you are,
i shall miss you too,
but i know, that you would come back too! :)

koi boley raam raam! koi khudae! (english translation/meaning)

http://www.nanaksarthath.co.uk/audio/ManinderSingh/2006-02-17/01%20-%20koee%20bolai%20raam%20raam%20koee%20khudhaae.mp3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayDuKOiRvWw
(please listen to any of these links first before starting to read first... )

Koi bole raam raam,
Koi khudaey,
Koi seva gusaeeyan,
Koi allaeh.

Kaaran karan, kareen,
Kirpa thaarn raheen.

Koi nahavey teerath
Koi hajj jaye,
Koi karey pooja,
Koi sir niwaye.
Koi bole raam raam,
Koi khudaey,
Koi sevagu saeeyan,
Koi allaeh.

Koi kahey turk,
Koi kahey hindu,
Koi banchey bisht,
Koi sur gind.
Koi bole raam raam,
Koi khudaey,
Koi sevagu saeeyan,
Koi allaeh.

Koi padey ved,
Koi kateb,
Koi odeh neel,
Koi safedh.
Koi bole raam raam,
Koi khudaey,
Koi sevagu saeeyan,
Koi allaeh.

Koh nanak,
Jin Hukam pachataa,
Jin Prabh sahib ka,
Tin bhed jaata.

Kaaran karan kareen,
Kirpa thaarn raheen.

English translation:

Some chant “raam raam”,
Some chant “khuda”
Some “sevagu saeeyan”
Some “allah”

Oh! The source of reason, the doer,
Always bless me

Some have dips at “teerath”
Some go for “hajj”
Some indulge in “pooja”
Some bow their heads.
For,
Some chant “raam raam”,
Some chant “khuda”
Some “sevagu saeeyan”
Some “allah”

Some are called Turkish,
Some are called Hindu’s,
Some talk of going to heel,
Some search the heaven.
For ,
Some chant “raam raam”,
Some chant “khuda”
Some “sevagu saeeyan”
Some “allah”

Some read “veda’s”,
Some read “books”
Some covert themselves in “blue”
Some covert the white,
For,
Some chant “raam raam”,
Some chant “khuda”
Some “sevagu saeeyan”
Some “allah”

Says Nanak,
One who acknowledges the “word”,
Would of the lord,
Know the secret.

Oh! The source of reason, the doer,
Always bless me

Meaning:

People call the lord by different names. Ram, Khuda, Krishna or Allah. The almighty, the doer and the source of the reason. Always keep the blessings upon us. Some people take a dip in holy waters, some go for Hajj (the sacred journey a muslim is suppose to take in his lifetime). People have different identities of being muslims, hindus. They talk of going to heaven and hell. People read “VEDA’s” (hindu scriptures) ,Books. They covert dresses that are blue or white. To purify themselves. Nanak (first guru of Sikh’s) says, that the only fact is that the one who recognizes the truth of the "word" would realize the true Almighty!

I heard this hyme when i was a kid. Last nite this hyme came to my mind out of nowhere, hence I heard it first thing in the morning. It has been a really peacefull day! :) truthfully saying i understood the meaning today. Its true with age you understand alot of things. listen to it. even if you don't get the words, you still would feel very peaceful. I tried translating the words for all my friends. Hope you all would appricite this hyme! God bless you all! :)

Marked speaking eyes!

bestowed,
marked by the symbol,
of whitened poetic time,
she gazed back at the 'eye'.
Straight!

a story,
"un-narrated"!
i peeped in honestly,
her resemblance to serenity,
her story,
i tried figuring,
figured?

but instillations are statics,
the dynamics, motionless,
yet those loud sounds i heard.

Ya khuda!

Ya khuda,
tu mujhsey,
Mein tujhsey,
Kyon khud se?
Hoon juda.
Dey hateli,
Baandh sahaara,
Dekh doobara,
Khada banda.
Mangey sahaara.
Rahem, rahem.
Aab Baksh,
mere karam.
Aab baksh,
Meri khata,
Aab to dikha,
Koi adaa.
Tu hai. Haan hai.
Yeah ehsaas kara.

Tu junoon,
Tu sukoon,
Tu kudrat,
Tu hasrat,
Tu nahee juda,
Tu mukammal mere khuda.

P.S- I couldn't translate this piece, i apologies to my friends. But this is more on the spiritual spectrum. Sung in the praise of the lord. I beg him to not separate himself from my existence and also show me the signs of his existence. I beg him to give his hand to save me. i beg him for pitty and forgiveness. He becomes passion, peace, nature, desire for my existence.

A gift from me to you all..... :)

I have fallen in love with this song!
go ahead you all
fall..............!!!!

P.S- if u dun smile listenin to this song....
u shud immidiately rush to a doctor.
sumfin is wrong wid u.. for sure! :) :) :)

Serenity benith her misty embrace

Some journeys take us to places that one had imagined only in vivid imaginations. The beauty so surreal that it could melt away time. I stood there by its corner and adored the mystique's of the marvel called nature. It was like an staged magical performance which began the moment I stepped beyond the doors of my apprehensions. Opened it arms to embrace me within itself, so did she. It was warm within her misty embrace.



She asked me to walk a few more miles before i decide to lay my head down. She knew i was falling in love with her every moment, every walking step. She pampered me with gentle blowing winds and gave me the warmth of greens to sooth my eyes, in turn my soul. Like a hopelessly involved lover I kept gaping at the magnanimity of her charms.



few steps beyond i found a place where peace was instilled in every corner of every second that passed by me. I don't know if it was a Divine intervention or was it something else. I just wanted to be, be forever, may be, just be! those few moments of peace will be with me for this life time.



like the charmer she is. She wooed me with her colors, which she flashed to me, but subtly. She flirted with my senses whenever she could hold me. She held me intact, with all my attention to her, all the time. She worked her spell on me. I let her.


She reminded me to cleanse myself with its love. pouring upon me from heavens up above, when i stood right below its shower. The cold of the water, left me breathless for few second. But those seconds I forgot all pain, happiness, sadness, smiles that i ever had. I was just. I was me.



She told me not all her men were as bad as I thought they were. They created beauty in the ways they could express themselves. They created stone structures so beautiful and divine that She couldn't resist but stay there by their side living in harmony with its existence. She smiled while she spoke almost silently.



Her reminders like a faithful partner for me to keep "my-self" clean and pure. I guess she was falling in love with my being in here presence. She liked me alot. I saw her smiling more than often.


Those colors, those patterns. The acceptance of the being, of being yet being colorful was reassuring. I wasn't alone after all and I was also in love.




I walked pass some doors and some more. But few doors tell you they are suppose to be for you.



The colors I saw all along taught me the state of stable being. Like the faces that have to be colored yet have the silence of deep Vallie's, that could trigger the ripples of the understanding of one's being.

Rang dey muhjko apney hi rang mein,
rang ley yeah sab, yeah sab tera,
rang dey poora tu zaat ko meri,
rang dey tu saaya bhi mera.

To see the rest of the pictures:http://www.flickr.com/photos/22163965@N04/