Allah Hu...

Meri haya, teri razaa,

Teri razaa mein mera mein, meri rooh,

Jis taraf dehoon, dikhey bas tu,

Allah hu! Allah hu!



Tujhko dekhoon, tujhko paoon,

Tere dar par mein, meri justajoo,

Tu mera ishq, meri aarzoo,

Ya allah! Allah hu!



Tera dastoor, mere huzoor,

Tujhmein mein, mujhmein samaya tu,

Meri shaksiyat tujhmein, meri rooh tu.

Allah hu! Allah hu!



Tera sarmaya, tooney banaya,

Le ley mujhmey jo tera, de de mujhko tu,

Teri shay par ho jaoon mein tu!

Mera allah, mere maula tu!

Allah hu! Allah hu!

In my mind!

In my mind, I am a little black boy.
playing with my toy, oh what a joy!
no worries, no pain, nothing lost or no gain,
I wait for the rain, Oh what a joy!

A little black hat, rests on my head,
A yellow light bulb, glowing silhouettes.
I, eating my bun, with the orange sun,
In my hand my toy, Oh what a joy!

mama did you call me? are you to pull on my ear?
I made a little bad, for a while i am sad.
for a while i didn't play, i saw cracks in the clay,
I, afraid for my toy, Oh why no more joy?

my little black boy, come here, sit with me.
I ask, my little black boy, why no more joy?
he peeped into my eye, "I loose my joy!"
I ask why?
I broke my toy, I broke my joy!

In my mind, I am still a black boy.
no more playing with the toy, no more joy.
worried and in pain, lost all into vein,
still waiting for the rain, Oh! I am waiting for joy!

A beautiful Sufi composition

Its been ages that i have wrote something... anything....
But music is what has kept me going.... Sufi music is divine! its spiritual! I want to introduce you all to a beautiful composition by Saieen Zahoor called Toomba. A sufi composition in punjabi. Even if your don't catch the lyrics just listen to the qualaam and enjoy its mystique's.

Till the next time... i don't know when i will be back

Akelapan

Ek aadhi adhori raat mein jab akelapan apni purani dosti ki yaad dilata hai,aur milney aata hai. toh need bhi aankhon se rooth kar karwat badal leti hai. Bahut ajeeb ehsaas hai yeah. Hairat hoti hai kudpar jab sochta hoon kabhi iisi akelepan ke saath ghanton batein kiya karta tha. Aaj jab phir yeah mujhse milney aaya hai toh khamoosh sa bas tukur tukur dekh raha hoon isko.

‘Kaisey ho?’

Ek ek karkey mere halaton ka jayeza hoga aab. ek ajeeb si muskaan hai chehrey par.

Bhut dino takk bhagey ho mujhsey. Yaad hai kabhi duniya key shor se dar kar bhagey bhagey mere daaman mein chupney chaley atey they? Phir ghanton baithey meri god mein chup chaap aansoo bahatey they!

Haan.. yaad hai!

Ankhon ke koney sey usney jhaankar mere adhey phatey bastey ko dekha. Ek kalam aur dasta usmey se latak raha tha. Kehney laga, “syahi se roothey baithey ho kya?” Kya jawaab deta usko? Din tootney wala hai aur aab bhi diya jalaye usmey sooraj dhoondh raha hoon. Bas fark sirf iitna hai thoda sa aur ziddi ho gaya hoon. Kya kahoon usko? Mere takiye ke bagal mein rakhey har raat sulaya karta tha mujhko. Shayad mujhko mujhsey acchi tarah janta hai.

Apney haath ko mere kandey par lappet kar bola mujhsey. ‘aao aaj phir baith kar batein kartey hain. Bahut din ho gaye hain tumsey miley huye!’

Raat ki kali siyahi se tera chehra banana hai,
Taron ke timtim-ahaat se usko sajana hai,
Karna hai deedar tera jee bharkar,
Bebas sa hokar apna maata tere kandhey par tikana hai,
Jeena hai ek raat tere narm, garm say eke taley,
Teri saanson mein chupchaap sama jana hai,
Nichod doonga sabee jazbaat tere aanchal mein apney,
Bhigo doonga tere rang mein daman ko apney,
Bin bataye hi sahi babul ko apney,
Aajana chupchaap khat-khataney darwaza mera.
Bas,
Aisi hi Us khamosh raat dabey paaon chali aana.
Chaho toh din tootey hi waapas chali jana!

Guldastey sa sajaye,
Kisi kyaree se churye,
Tere sajdey ka phool,
Hoon tere pairoon ki dhool.

Thujhee mein mey,
Muhjee mein tu,
Khudee ka rutbaa,
Har rutbey mein tu.

Teri tareefon mein mera sadka,
Tere ishq mein ramta,
Tujhey paney ki justajoo,
Tujh pe bandhee meri arzoo.

Allah mere tu mujhey khud se mila,
Hai kaun tu? Apni pehchaan kara,
Dhoondoonga kab tak? Jab tak.
Tu mujhko na mila….!

A poet!

He could bind all in his words,
He could; the rising sun,
The lush green trees,
Birds humming their rhyme; everything.
He tries hard to sketch himself,
In some lines, some words.
But he fails and remains helpless.
Would he? Or wouldn’t he?
Who knows? Not even him.

He walks and walks the longer miles,
He sings and sings his lines out of rhyme,
He wonders and wonders some more,
In the theater of his mind,
Sense, he thinks makes or breaks,
Longing for it, forever.
Everything he makes,
Remains out of its own realms,
Wonder, wonder some more,
For a poet, he always should.

It’s been lying idle for a while now.

I cannot help but wonder why?

Its spring again;
It’s beautiful now;
Distracted by, the colours and the smell.

The spring must too end someday;
Winters! would return.

Is it then, you wait to walk again?
The roads once crossed.
You would wait that long ‘.’ ‘?’

A question?

The answer? .................................................

Triggers of numbers.

A man needs to let go of 'numbers', to realise the first step to peace. His desire to fittingly 'reply'. he should quench his thirst to get drunk on it. He fights, fights the way he should.
He needs to fight no one, except for himself. He needs to reply to no one except himself. Realise my man! for your self depends on you.
His appearance, appears to be clean. His 'will to survive', mocking his life. He desires, for he should for more.
His appearance, flawed, instantly aw....'ed, his appearance is none but him. His survival, surviving himself..... His desires, Desiring himself.

Look for it, on the surface. For you are looking for it, way to deep.

The story, then i wrote......

and then the journey begins... the travellers have met, to walk beyond now. the walk, on a vacant sky.
there she stood,a wounded butterfly! his ego grown mamoth, he rode a dying horse. on a vacant sky.
The vacant sky, a trillion galaxies within....