lamhat(moments)

Eid Wish World is full of problems,hatred,violence,poverty,etc. In the time of celebration during festivals or other such occasion only selected few are fortunate enough to cherish them. In this holy month of Ramadan when Allah grant every valid wish. I pray for each and every one on earth through this poem. Raising my hands I only wish, Feast of eid everyone would relish, Happiness would fill each heart, All problems in world would vanish. The sweetness of sweets becomes such a treat, that unity prevail everywhere, Hatred from our lives would retreat. The crescent eid moon, would bring such a boon, None would sleep hungry, Poverty would remove soon, Once such a festival would come, which wouldn't for selected some, Each one would equally enjoy,  pray,share and together welcome.

किसी से मेरी मंज़िल का पता। ( Kisi Se Meri Manzil Ka Pata) - Makhmoor Dehelvi Makhmoor Dehelvi is one of those Urdu poets whose work is not much known. If you search on internet there is not much information about him. The last sher ( couplet ) was often recited by my father, it was now that I know it was written by Makhmoor Dehelvi and it is part of this beautiful ghazal. This ghazal talks about the failure in love or not getting the love at all because he don't consider himself worthy of it. On the philosophical ground this ghazal holds the deeper meaning of it's connection with almighty God whose doorpost he didn't want to leave but was unable to ask him anything. I have tried to translate it to spread this shayar (poet) and his shayari ( couplet ) among the masses.  किसी से मेरी मंज़िल का पता पाया नहीं जाता, जहाँ मैं हूँ फरिश्तों से वहाँ आया नहीं जाता।  Kisi se meri manzil ka pata paya nahin jata, Jahan mein hun farishton se wahan aaya nahin jata. ...

ज़िन्दगी लाजवाब होती है। ( Zindagi Lajawab Hoti Hai.) यूँ तो ये दिन ये रातें ख़राब होती हैं, तू जब आ जाये तो ज़िन्दगी लाजवाब होती है।  Yun to ye din ye ratein kharab hoti hain, Tu jab aa jaye to zindagi lajawab hoti hai हर आवाज़ शोर-ओ-गुल सी लगती हैं, तेरी बोली बस कानो पर सवाब होती हैं।  Har aawaaz shor-o-gul si lagti hain, Teri boli bas kano par sawaab hoti hain. सुबह जो उतर जाए उस नशे का क्या मकसद, सर चढ़कर जो बोले आँखें तेरी वो शराब होती हैं। Subah jo utar jaaye us nashe ka kya maksad, Sar chadkar jo bole aankhein teri wo sharaab hoti hain.   बंजर ज़मीं को बारिश जैसे मिल जाए, तेरी सूरत दिल का वो करार होती है।  Banjar zamin ko barish jaise mil jaaye, Teri soorat dil ka wo karar hoti hai. यूँ तो ये दिन ये रातें ख़राब होती हैं, तू जब आ जाये तो ज़िन्दगी लाजवाब होती है।  Yun to ye din ye ratein kharab hoti hain, Tu jab aa jaye to zindagi lajawab hoti hai लाजवाब ( lajawab) = Wonderful;  शोर-ओ-गुल ( s...

Haiku - Ramzaan It is said that one who follows the month of Ramadan properly becomes as pure and sinless as a new born child this haiku summarizes this month. Not just water/food, But abstaining bad-habits, Order of Ramzaan.

Rimiki Jhimiki Jhare  - Rabindranath Tagore We all know Rabindranath Tagore as writer of our National Anthem 'Jana Gana Mana' but most of us are not aware of his other works. I came across this poem during internet surfing and opening words ' Rimiki Jhimiki Jhare' got struck to my mind. This poem describes the feelings of poet hearing sounds of rain. I have tried to translate this Rabindra Sangeet in Hindi and English as per my understanding of this poem and by taking help from online contents since I don't know Bengali. The Bengali version is just copy and paste. রিমিকি ঝিমিকি ঝরে ভাদরের ধারা--         মন যে কেমন করে,     হল দিশাহারা।                 যেন কে গিয়েছে ডেকে,          রজনীতে সে কে          দ্বারে দিল নাড়া--                 রিমিকি ঝিমিকি ঝরে ভাদরের ধারা॥ বঁধু দয়া করো, আলোখানি ধরো হৃদয়...

पापा का पापा ! ( Father Of Father !) 3rd June 2007,the day when my father left this world. He died of heart attack. Since commencement of #MyRollModel activity I wanted to write for him but due to emotional outburst and teary eyes I dropped the plan each time. I found it very difficult to write about him because of these reasons. Today with #wow prompt I got the opportunity to overcome my emotions and remember him with the way he was by stepping in his shoes. He was full of life making everyone happy with his way of talking,jolly nature and charismatic personality. I always think why he died so early then I console myself and recall how he used to care for his sisters,brother,neighbors,daughters,sons and everybody else. How he took their problems as his heart. The golden heart which stop beating unable to bear everyone's pain.   He possessed the quality to bring smile to every faces. People used to forget all their worries when he was around.He was witty & humorous...

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 47 ; the forty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton . Silent Must Be Heard It is very shameful that a country which worship women shows negligible respect to them. Acid attacks, gang rape,domestic violence, female foeticide ,dowry deaths ,etc are still rampant in our country on large school. Government agencies are acting as mere spectators. Moreover our social setup is such that victims get victimized and remain silent but as we know a silence is worth thousand words. Their silence worth thousand words  Their silence everyday hurts, Their silence mocking traditions, Their silence clearing illusions*. With this poem I have tried to bring out pain which many girls and women silently suffers :  1. Aah........     She screamed inside.     Once mo...