bahut khoob !

aai khud teri yeh bandi ........kiyun tanha .kaya is ka kasoor
kiyun kar rusva ho chal diye........yeh bundi ko kar majboor
teri fitrat samajh na paye hum..........tere andaaz hain khoob
jub poocha teri majboori.....hus kar chal diye , kaya kahen
tum ho bahut khoob !

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My connection with Omar Khayyam !

I must have been in class seven when my dad made me and my elder sister join some painting classes.Some how before the teacher could teach us oils I was ready with my oil painting,when he tried teaching us waters next day, I went with water colour painting  and guess what I had painted , inadvertently Omar Khayyam. From that particular day onwards he started ignoring me and for several years I wondered why  did he not appreciate my work. Later  I gifted that painting to my neighbour, by the time I realised what I had painted it was too late and ever since then I started reading about this great man and his works. The painting still haunts me, at times I wish I could get it back !

Here are  few beautiful lines by Omar Khayyam thought of sharing with you all


                                                 

Thou hast said that Thou wilt torment me,

But I shall fear not such a warning.

For where Thou art, there can be no torment,

And where Thou art not, how can such a place exist?

The rotating wheel of heaven within which we wonder,

Is an imaginable lamp of which we have knowledge by similitude.

The sun is the candle and the world the lamp,

We are like forms revolving within it.

A drop of water falls in an ocean wide,

A grain of dust becomes with earth allied;

What doth thy coming, going here denote?

A fly appeared a while, then invisible he became.

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jate jate

                                                         
                                                      janaza jo nikla humara wahan se...
                                     roshan thi us ki gali , phool the bikhre wahan pe......
                                        ek mehfil saji thi , saqi aur pila apni ankhon se ......
                                                  .....goonj suni jo hum ne wahan pe......
                                                        ro kar chal diye hum wahan se...
                                            sukoon na mila jate waqt bhi is jahan mein.....
                                    kaya tune , ai rab socha that likhte waqt taqdeer humari...
                                            rehm na aya tujh ko rula diya hume jate jate !

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kuch is terha se

                                                   
                           jub zindgi ki kash ma kash mein hum uljhe is terha se..........
                           ek tinke ki terha hum ud gaye hawa mein.....
                           kaun jane is dil ka haal kaya hai ......
                           kaise karen yeh bain kis terha se....
                           kho gaye hum tinka bun hawa mein......
                           aai zindgi teri majboori kaya hai ......
                           tum sumbhal na paaye humein kuch is terha se.....
                          chupa gaye upna gum muskurate reh gaye hum.......
                          aankhen hain num magar honth gulab se......
                          muskura ke dil ke zakhm  chupate rahe jahan se ...
                          munh se awaz na nikal paye aur muskura kar chal diye har jaghe se !

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Narazgi

These lines are inspired by few lines(title Narazgi ) posted by blogger friend relaxx please                                  
                                                     



Gaye toe the mekhane me kuch gum bula pane ke liye ...magar woh kaisa burf ka tukda ....khud to duba , hume bhi le doob gaya...khata humari  mehaz itni thi narazgi humari sharab se na thi bewafa burf se thi !

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rooh

  
This post is dedicate to blogger friend AmitAag and inspired by his word in my comment box.
         " deep frm my heart " in response to "Odyssey"

   

aap kaya samjhen ge gum hamara...aap toe is rooh se waqif nahin....dil to dhadkta hai hamara......aawaz us mein aati nahin...humari  muskurahat ke peeche chupa hai gum...jo aap samajh pate nahin

boo na lag jaye kisi ko is dil ki...hum paas kisi ke aate nahin...nazren jhuka chal deten hain hum.....bus muskura deten hain hum.....aap samajh paate nahin

          didaar karva diya jis din hum ne apne dil ka....aap seh na paao ge.....hum kaya tadpte hain
          aap bhi tadap jao ge..   ..kahin kaamp na jaye aap ki rooh , kuch aisa soch hum apna gum
           batate  nahin....aur aap samajh pate nahin.
      
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The past is imperfect-future looks perfect

 "Mother, am I your love or the reason for all that is painful in your life or am I your liability? I am not the fruit of your love; I came to this world owing to your profession. I don't blame you for this, but today we are examples of how daily necessities push one to take a beaten track. You are my mother, this is as true as another bitter truth - neither you nor I know who my father is..." excerpt of a poem by Madhav Ramanuj

 

  Sunday, history was  made as eight girls from the villageWADIA VILLAGE (BANASKANTHA) GUJRAT:  got married in a mass wedding for the first time and left their mother's profession behind forever under full support from the state govt . This hamlet of North Gujarat has been known for prostitution since pre-Independence days. Most men of the village openly solicit clients for their women.There have been many attempts to bring the women of this village out of prostitution, but due to the high acceptance among their own community, the women were pushed back into the fold. The girls were not considered marriage material since they carried the stamp of being daughters of prostitutes.    Those who consider themselves respectable  generally stayed away from this village known for prostitution, But on Sunday, all roads led to this dusty hamlet as it made history. For the first time after Independence one heard the wedding bells in the village. The village, which is infamous for housing sex workers, made a clean break on Sunday. The first mass marriage at this village which, till date, had resisted all attempts to change marked the dawn of a new era. .People of Deesa  donated ceremonial gifts for each girl. People finally embraced change . The invitation cards were sent out with beautiful,heart felt words of poetry( excerpts given on top ) by famous Gujrati Poet Madhav Ramanuj