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We carry our lives
Within us
Our worries
Our stresses
Our joys
Our dreams.
And, sometimes,
We come out
Of ourselves
And confront
The beauty around us
We stop
Thinking
We just ‘are’
For that fraction
of a moment
We make a memory
That we’ll carry
In our hearts
Forever…
That memory of
A golden tree
A golden road
And a stranger
Chanting
His prayers… 💕
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#nature #beauty #stillness #magic #zenmoment #morning #mysticmorning #keepitsimple #keepwalking #morningwalkwonders #morningmusings #wordsandvisuals #lifelessons #SimplePleasuresofLife
When he paints
He becomes
a happy child
All his colours
Going wild
In an art file,
That’s his
biggest treasure
A place that gives him
Endless pleasure
And every artwork
He imprisons
with a marker
black and white
A visual barrier
Against the fights
And
Within these boundaries
His happy world lies
Wiping off his tears
Soothing
his anguished cries
Over the years
Over many
A luncheon
And
Dinner date
We’ve shared
A hot meal
Philosophy
Psychology
Poetry…
Life on a plate
Meandering down
Memories
Of before and after
You’ve brought
Wise insight
And contagious laughter
To simple moments
Threaded together
Into days and years
Smiles and tears
Faith and fears…
An engaging tapestry
Hand-woven
With care
Strong enough
To shelter
Wide enough
To share… 💖
For all this
And more…
Thank you!
🌺
💕
Gather yourself
Like you do
Flowers for prayers
In the morning
One by one
Till your basket
Overflows
Gather yourself
Like you do
Strands of silk
To weave
Into something
Exotic
Gather yourself
Not because
You’ve come apart
But because
You are the part
That completes
You
Is it only me
Or
Do you wait too
For the hook
Of a new book
To sink into you
And grab
Your heart
And mind
And
Take you
To an unknown world
You always wanted
To find…?
Or else
You might wander
And
Another book ponder
Leaving the first
Unread
Half its words
Unshed
Like clouds that form
But
Do not rain
Even though you wait
In vain…?
What is life
If not but a series
Of moments
Strung together
Like precious pearls
On a Fragile string?
It’s delicacy
Our biggest Fear
and
Our deepest joy
What is life
If not but a series
Of moments
Strung together
Like precious pearls
On a Fragile string?
It’s delicacy
Our biggest Fear
and
Our deepest joy
My connection with Urdu poetry is mostly limited to my memories of my father. He could remember and recite the most appropriate ‘sher’ at a party and regale fellow officers for hours😊.
As I grew older, the beauty of the world enclosed within two lines, never ceased to amaze me and give me a warm, fuzzy feeling within. Much like the distilled beauty of Zen poetry.
I have loved this book since I purchased it months back. It has poetry in Urdu, english and it’s translation, also in English. While I wish I could read Urdu, this is the next best option.
The topics are divided according to the main gist, like, Love (Ishq), Mysticism (Tasawwuf)… They have couplets on that topic by all eminent Urdu poets. This is what is most fascinating…. How one topic is viewed so differently by every poet 🙂
I pick open a page at random and read a few couplets, trying to read it in the English/Urdu version. It’s like the taste of some exotic drink on one’s tongue. Beautiful!
Shri KC Kanda has produced a labour of love… His hardwork and passion cannot be missed.
In bringing so many poets inside one cover, he has given the reader, amateur or seasoned, a treasure for keeps.
Miera Asasa
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