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.
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