Friday, August 26, 2011

My Notepad..


I go out on the balcony and the tender rain droplets fall on my face, the lush green trees in front wave and praise the glory of mighty creator. The sky above is plain white but still alluring.
I go out on the balcony at night and there is this shimmery dark blanket over my head, the sidereal sky which captivates me in its depths.
I open both the doors of my friend’s room and there is a gush of wind ready to sweep me off my feet.
I open the door one sunny afternoon and there is my friend with home cooked food made by her mother for all of us.
I sit in my room all gloomy and suddenly a song played somewhere in my friend’s room makes my lips curl.
I'm surrounded in doubts of uncertainty and suddenly my friend calls up to hold my hand out of the hullabaloo.
I am all tanned and tired, my friend comes with a bottle of water and I’m all energized.
I happened to have a severe headache, all my friends came by my side and comforted me in the best possible way.
I plan to go out on a trip with my friends hardly ten minutes prior to the start of the journey.
I'm in the middle of Ganges playing Ring, ring a rosy with my friends all ignorant to the water rapids ahead.
I sign a silly pact with my friend and we become the best of friends. A friendship I would cherish all my life.
It has been a long time and we didn't have any birthday party so we happen to celebrate a friend’s birthday out of the blue just for having the sumptuous cake. *chuckle
Its a marriage party of my friend’s cousin and we all deck up as if it happens to be our D-day.
It’s an interview of few among us but still all of us are equally involved.
It’s the rain all wet and wild which makes each one of us dance and the Bollywood songs at the backdrop simply make us groove on its tunes.
It’s the heartily bond which I share with my friends which is probably indefinable.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

"Buliya Ki Jaana Mai Koun" by saint Bulleh Shah

Buliya Ki Jaana Mai Koun (I "Bulla Shah" don't know who I am)

Na Mai Momin Wich Maseet Aan (Neither am I the believer inside a mosque)
Na Mai Wich Kufr Di Reet Aan (Nor do I believe in any false rites)
Na Mai Paak Aan Wich Paleet Aan (I am not even impure among the pure)
Na Mai Moosa Na Firroun (I am neither the Moses or the Pharoah)

Buliya Ki Jaana Mai Koun

Na Mai Andr Vaed Kataab Aan (I am not in the Vedas or holy books)
Na Wich Bhang Aan Na Sharaab Aan (Not in drugs and wines)
Na Wich Raenda Mast Kharaab Aan (Nor do I dwell in a drunkards wasted state)
Na Mai Jaagan Na Wich Soun (Nor am I am in Consciousness or in the state of sleep)

Buliya Ki Jaana Mai Koun

Na Wich Shaadi Na Gam Naakee (Not in joy nor in sorrow)
Na Mai Wich Paleeti Paaki (I am not in Piety or in inequity)
Na Mai Aabee Na Mai Khaaki (Neither water nor soil)
Na Mai Aatish Poun (I am not fire and nor am I air)

Buliya Ki Jaana Mai Koun

Na Mai Arabi Na Lahori (I don't belong to Arabia nor am I from Lahore)
Na Mai Hindi Shehar Nagauri (Neither and Indian or a Nagauri)
Na Hindu Na Turk Pishaawri (Not a Hindu, Not a Muslim from Peshawar)
Na Mai Raenda Wich Naadaon (And you won't find me a Naduan)

Buliya Ki Jaana Mai Koun

Na Mai Bhaed Mazhab Da Paaya (I haven't understood the soul of religion)
Na Mai Aadam Hawaa Jaaya (Nor was I born of Adam and Eve)
Na Koi Apna Naam Dharaaya (I am not the name I have assumed)
Na Wich Baethan Na Wich Bhaaoun (I am not in the stillness nor in the flow)
Aval Aakhir Aaap Nu Jaana (Though of myself as the start and the finish of things)
Na Koi Dooja Hour Paechaana (Never understood anyone else)
Methoun Hoer Na Koi Sayaana (Assumed myself to be the wisest of all)
Buliya Shah Khadaa Hai Koun (Who then is the person I am)

Buliya Ki Jaana Mai koun