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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.
WHY?
All I wanted
Was to go to school
Meet some friends
Play the fool
Sing a birthday song
Laugh and share
Happiness and chocolates
Without a care…
But it went horribly wrong
For me
And my entire family..
The tears might
In a lifetime dry
But all they will ever ask
Is, ‘Why?’
Why did I fall
Before my time
Was being a child
My only crime…?
#Why? #keepourchildrensafe #PrayerforPradhyumn
More important than
What they taught me
Was how they
Made me feel…
The chapters are forgotten
But the lesson was learnt…
Keep turning the pages
Till that one sentence
You find
To start your life story with…
Happy Teachers Day
To All Those who showed the Way…!
Miera Asasa
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