Yoon na mil

" Splash" by Neha

Yoon na mil mujh se khafa ho Jaise

Sath chal mauj-e-saba ho Jaise

Log yoon dekh ke hans dete hain
Tu mujhe bhool gaya Ho jaise

Ishq ko shirk ki hudd tak na barha
Yoon na mil humsey khuda ho Jaise

Maut bhee aaye to iss naaz ke sath
Mujh pe ehsaan kiya ho Jaise

Aise anjaan baney baithey ho
Tum ko kuch pata bhi na ho jaise

Hichkiyan raat ko aati hi Raheen
Tuney phir yaad kiya Ho jaise

Zindagi beet rahi hai "daanish"
Ek bejurm saza ho jaise

-Ehsaan Danish

Listen to this lovely ghazal by Mehdi Hassan at : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LQDgokpsFoc

Lines by a Person of Quality

"The Reader" by Neha

Fluttering spread thy purple pinions,
Gentle Cupid, o'er my heart,
I a slave in thy dominions,
Nature must give way to art.

Mild Arcadians, ever blooming,
Nightly nodding o'er your flocks,
See my weary days consuming,
All beneath yon flowery rocks.

Thus the Cyprian goddess weeping,
Mourned Adonis, darling youth:
Him the boar, in silence creeping,
Gored with unrelenting tooth.

Cynthia, tune harmonious numbers;
Fair Discretion, tune the lyre;
Soothe my ever-waking slumbers;
Bright Apollo, lend thy choir.

Gloomy Pluto, king of terrors,
Armed in adamantine chains,
Lead me to the crystal mirrors,
Watering soft Elysian plains.

Mournful Cypress, verdant willow,
Gilding my Aurelia's brows,
Morpheus, hovering o'er my pillow,
Hear me pay my dying vows.

Melancholy, smooth Mæander,
Swiftly purling in a round,
On thy margin lovers wander
With thy flowery chaplets crowned.

Thus when Philomela, drooping,
Softly seeks her silent mate,
So the bird of Juno stooping;
Melody resigns to fate.

-Alexander Pope (1688-1744)

Ode to some yellow flowers

" Some yellow flower" by Neha

Against the blue moving its own blue,

the sea, and against the sky,

some yellow flowers.

October arrives.

And though it may be

so important for the sea to unroll

its myth, its mission, its yeast-like inspiration,

there explodes

over the sand the gold

of a single yellow plant

and your eyes

are fixed

on the ground,

they flee from the great sea and its rhythms.

We are and will be dust.

Not air, not fire, nor water

but

earth,

only earth

we will be

and maybe also

some yellow flowers.

- Pablo Neruda

Riddle of the World

" The Glory" by Neha

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan

The proper study of mankind is man.

Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,

A being darkly wise, and rudely great:

With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,

With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,

He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;

In doubt to deem himself a God, or beast;

In doubt his mind or body to prefer;

Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;

Alike in ignorance, his reason such,

Whether he thinks to little, or too much;

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;

Still by himself, abused or disabused;

Created half to rise and half to fall;

Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all,

Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled;

The glory, jest and riddle of the world.

- Alexander Pope