Monday, November 29, 2010
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
- Shel Silverstein
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, November 08, 2010
naseeb aazamaaney ke din aa rahe hain
qareeb un ke aaney ke din aa rahe hain
jo dil se kahaa hai jo dil se sunaa hai
sab un ko sunaane ke din aa rahe hain
abhii se dil-o-jaa.N sar-e-raah rakh do
ke lutane lutaane ke din aa rahe hain
Tapakaney lagii un nigaahon se mastii
nigaahe.n churaane ke din aa rahe hain
sabaa phir hamein poochtee phir rahii hai
chaman ko sajaaney ke din aa rahe hain
chalo "Faiz" phir se kahii.n dil lagaayen
sunaa hai thikaaney ke din aa rahe hai.n
- Faiz Ahmed Faiz