 Ma Tu ne raaton ki neend urrah diya mere liye haste haste Ma Tu ne apna niwala mujhe kiladiya haste haste Ma Tu ne jawani ka har fashion qurban kardiya mere liye haste haste Ma Tu ne mere larakpan ki har ghustakhi maauf kardiya haste haste Ma Tu ne burhape ka har dard chupaliya mujhse haste haste Ma Tu ne MERI zindagi ke liye APNI zindagi ka sauda karliye rab se haste haste. Teri yaad mein gira har aasoon meinne bhi chupaliya duniya see haste haste…. 
0 Comments
A little piece I wrote some years ago that I came across today, so thought to share it here...
Smoked am I, yet still stoked am I I’ve been trolled, I’ve been told. Say what you believe, my truth is mine to uphold Mere dil ka haal chahe mein janu, ya mera khuda jane Ye zamana dewana, dewane ko kya jane Zindagi ne kiye kitne situm, dil jane, ya khuda jane Khuda jane, bus khuda jane!  AUTHOR:MAE Beauty,
Beauty in beauty, What be beauty, but a reflection of the state of ones heart. The same flowers some days go unnoticed. The same clouds; the same sunset; sunrise; are but unseen. For it is not the moment; the place; the things, but how we feel which frame them into being beautiful. Search for a space in your heart for beauty to live and be seen; for it resides not in things, but in your state of being.
This fire that is within burns my soul in its flames.
Stamp it out, let its light fade out, for I'm through with letting my soul burn from within. Dear Passion, there is no place left for you here anymore! Leave me be, I don't want your company anymore… Some days I feel more broken than before, some days I want to give up even more than before. Life, you have taken me down this path before, maybe even further than today, but I have no strength left in me anymore, I can't keep fighting this battle in me anymore. How many times must I glue myself back together again?! How many times must I rekindle the light of love in me again?! I'm tired of finding a door where there is not. Tired of walking the same path over and over again. It will always only lead to the same path, that which I am now done with walking upon. I choose to walk away from you! I choose to find a new direction and path, for today I am now through with you! You can't play with my emotions no more, I will burn that bridge and not let you come to my door no more! Till today my emotions and passion have always been my downfall. I will kill it before I let you destroy it once more! I will give rise to a new kind of love today. A passionless love where there is no room for hurt, a kind of love that will know it's worth. A powerful love. Self love! I am through with being used and misused. I am through with having my emotions bashed and smashed. I will rebuild myself today, redefine who I am today. I will feel sorry no more. Humanity you can boo me all you want, I care not 'bout your crooked, broken, corrupt thoughts no more! Condemn me all you want, I don't want to live by your rules no more, for I don't want to live the life you assign to me anymore! Silenced my soul inside of me, enough I have. Today I stand to give rise to a new dawn inside me! Today I am here to finally allow me to become me! HELLO WORLD, WELCOME TO THE NEW ME! AUTHOR: |
Dastan Humari |
 | Kuch aadihe aadhuri si dastan hai humari... Kuch tooti phooti si pehchan hai humari... Aao saath mil kar woh pehchan ko sameite, Jo pehchan bikhar gaeii humari... Aao saath milkar wo fasana likhe, jo zindagi ban gai humari… Somewhat fragmented and half abandoned is our saga... Somewhat shattered, somewhat scattered, tis now the fate of our identity… Come let's join forces, to piece back together again our identity... Come let's join forces, to document the legacy that has prevailed from our entity... |
AUTHOR:
MAE
Ancestry- it's journeys through timespace
Clues to my travels can be found
But dues to my ancestors must now be expound
I was born in Pakistan, but brought up in Saudi, I live now in UK but there is more to my entity...
These are just the mere clues that are floating within, come close and you can hear the story, hidden echoing in the howls of the wind…
From the lands of Arabias travelled my ancestral soul, gaining depth and flavour through the Persian soil.
New horizons it was out to seek, so nestled near the Himalayan peaks. Subcontinent wars took its toll and tore an identity in half; scampering, scrambling had to choose a side my poor ancestral soul, only to find more turmoil… beat twice over it finally lay beach side, but no rest was destined for this poor soul… the title of immigrant had to be plastered upon his name! Beaten and battered, thrown here and there, scattered piece by piece everywhere, is lost my ancestral soul…
So how do I define my ancestral soil and how do I find my ancestral soul…. It's lost, it's torn, it's beaten and its battered. A traveller's path lived my ancestral soul. A traveller, tis just that, my ancestral soul.
Like the winds, it has come through lands, carrying the histories of its paths….
But dues to my ancestors must now be expound
I was born in Pakistan, but brought up in Saudi, I live now in UK but there is more to my entity...
These are just the mere clues that are floating within, come close and you can hear the story, hidden echoing in the howls of the wind…
From the lands of Arabias travelled my ancestral soul, gaining depth and flavour through the Persian soil.
New horizons it was out to seek, so nestled near the Himalayan peaks. Subcontinent wars took its toll and tore an identity in half; scampering, scrambling had to choose a side my poor ancestral soul, only to find more turmoil… beat twice over it finally lay beach side, but no rest was destined for this poor soul… the title of immigrant had to be plastered upon his name! Beaten and battered, thrown here and there, scattered piece by piece everywhere, is lost my ancestral soul…
So how do I define my ancestral soil and how do I find my ancestral soul…. It's lost, it's torn, it's beaten and its battered. A traveller's path lived my ancestral soul. A traveller, tis just that, my ancestral soul.
Like the winds, it has come through lands, carrying the histories of its paths….
AUTHOR:
MAE
The Journey of life
It's not the destination,
But the journey
I advocate for.
It's not perfections,
Rather perceptions
I strive for.
Not the latest and greatest sensation,
Instead,
a new delivery & direction
I aim for...
But the journey
I advocate for.
It's not perfections,
Rather perceptions
I strive for.
Not the latest and greatest sensation,
Instead,
a new delivery & direction
I aim for...
AUTHOR:
MAE
(English Version follows below)
FIZA
Kahan se chalti hai, kaha pe rukh ti hai;
Kidhar se guzar ti hai, kidhar ko nikal ti hai.
Har kahani usme goonj ti hai,
Har nishani usme lehrati hai;
Thori se khushboo saath lejati hai,
Tu thodi saath chod jati hai.
Ye fiza khud mein kitne saach sama ti hai!
Kabhi fursat se aati hai, kabhi tufan lati hai.
Ye Fiza kya khoob tamasha dekha ti hai.
Kidhar se guzar ti hai, kidhar ko nikal ti hai.
Har kahani usme goonj ti hai,
Har nishani usme lehrati hai;
Thori se khushboo saath lejati hai,
Tu thodi saath chod jati hai.
Ye fiza khud mein kitne saach sama ti hai!
Kabhi fursat se aati hai, kabhi tufan lati hai.
Ye Fiza kya khoob tamasha dekha ti hai.
THE WINDS
I am the winds and I carry within pieces of who I am,
of where I have been,
where I have come from, what I have seen...
where does my journey begin and where will it end,
is a mystery to me…
Every tale echoes through my soul,
I am the winds whistling my story to whomever cares to listen…
I am the winds daring to surface untold treasures
from pasts long forgotten…
I am the winds…. I am the winds……..
……….I am the winds…………..
I sneak a scent of each place,
But leave a scent of every trace.
how many truths I embrace!
At times I gentle drift and fill the air,
and at times I bring storms without a care.
Spare a few pondering moments upon my sake
Let me show you, incredible is the performance I orchestrate...
..................
of where I have been,
where I have come from, what I have seen...
where does my journey begin and where will it end,
is a mystery to me…
Every tale echoes through my soul,
I am the winds whistling my story to whomever cares to listen…
I am the winds daring to surface untold treasures
from pasts long forgotten…
I am the winds…. I am the winds……..
……….I am the winds…………..
I sneak a scent of each place,
But leave a scent of every trace.
how many truths I embrace!
At times I gentle drift and fill the air,
and at times I bring storms without a care.
Spare a few pondering moments upon my sake
Let me show you, incredible is the performance I orchestrate...
..................
SIDE NOTE:
The word FIZA does not literally translate to "the winds" per say, it means atmosphere but for this poem my heart resonates more with "the winds" which in a way can gesture to the same entity in a manner or speaking.
The word FIZA does not literally translate to "the winds" per say, it means atmosphere but for this poem my heart resonates more with "the winds" which in a way can gesture to the same entity in a manner or speaking.
MY OPEN DIARY
My Musing and Inspirations.
Dreams and Desires.
Experiences and Goals.
Here you will find the writer within me shaping up life and all it encompasses with a poetic edge.
SO WELCOME TO THIS SPACE; ENJOY & GET INSPIRED, FOR WHAT IS LIFE WITHOUT A LITTLE INSPIRATION...
HERE YOU WILL FIND:
NOTES, THOUGHTS, POEMS, & STORIES
OTHER BLOG SPACES:
Categories
All
Ancestry
Dastan
FIZA
Life
Pakistan
Pehchan
Saga
Story
Archives
March 2023
October 2022
May 2022
January 2022