Me ne jab doolat ki havas ko janoon me dekha
Yun rishtun ki lash ko lat patt khoon me dekha
Paisay ka laalach tha, dhuaan ban k chaaya hua
Ankhun me chubhta dard, seenay se lagaya hua
Kaghaz k tukray banaay maan ki ankh ka noor
Notun ka uncha dhair tha baap k dil ka saroor
Bhae ki muhabbat ka gala ghoont raha tha bhae
neela hogya tha khoon, laal hogae thi kamaae
Zameen o jaedaad ne khoompa tha kamar me chura
Naik seerat ki daaghdaar, achun ko bana dia the bura
Yun aj zindagi ki haqeeqat apni auqaat dikha gae thi
Khaloos ki qabar per mere dil me udaasi c cha gae thi
Jab paisay k ghulaamun ko hirs o havas k mun me dekha
Me ne tab rishtun ki laash ko latt patt khoon me dekha
This poem here was an impulsive reaction of brutal things going on around me. I don’t know why I have written it in Urdu and I don’t know why I have written it at all. It may have no sense, but it is an honest portrait of my surroundings.
So sad
Nice
Your actions are judged by your motives. Do it for worldly gains, that’s what you’ll get. He knows what’s in your heart; you can’t hide it.
You have an urdu poet in you trust me. And you are natural. Plus i can help if you want. About the post, well isnt it all true these days? Sigh
Hi dear.Hope you are doing fine.
It really touched me,every single word has squeezed the juice of our surrounding!
This. left me speechless. Your words had so much power . Wow just wow. Gave me shivers down my spine…
This is beautiful. Love the language.
Money as Allah says is nothing but a test. May Allah help all of us to pass that test with flying colours. And may He aid you and ease all your affairs.
❤️
Yes, Urdu IS love.
Thank you so much Miss M, for such a nice Dua. May Allah help all of us in every difficulty of life. Ameen. Lots of love to you for reading and supporting me. Hope you are doing fabulous ! Hugs to you 🙂 xx
Hey Lala. Well, I don’t understand Urdu, but by the comments I can guess what the poem is about. One thing I know for sure, my friend, is that money is the root of all kinds of evil. It is so sad what people will do for money, even hurt the ones are dearest to us.
I hope you’re having an amazing time with your family and in your homeland, despite the unsettling things you are witnessing around you.
Big hugs.
🙂 ❤
Hello sweetheart ! This poem was about things happening in my family. How money and property matters can create differences among our blood relations. All the love that we shared for many years, how it can be forgotten over a small dispute over property. It was in Urdu, of course you couldn’t understand it. I am so sorry about that.
Yes it is sad. very sad.
And yes my friend I am having a good time despite all these happenings, going back on 27th of this month.
I hope you are having a fabulous time as well. Keep rocking and keep reading me 😛 Love you loads. Big hugs xx
Ohhhhh, I’m so sorry for your unpleasantries Lala. Yes, it is very sad when money comes between family members.
I’m so glad you are having a good time though. I wouldn’t want you to miss out on the wonderful moment shared with your family.
Of course I’ll keep reading you. You’re an amazing writer and person.
Big hugs back to you.
🙂 ❤
Well.. i suppose where you are now in the United Kingdom.. Lala..
it is the British LB in eyes of old Queen Victoria that is
the root of all discontent.. as tool of human slaves
for subsistence.. sadly but realistically enough..
And to have blood coming out of Queen
Victoria eyes will not be too lady like
i guess.. as she is all prim and proper..
and that too is a source of much human
suffering through those ways as well away
from humanities eyes of Nature and GOD..
I hate money but that’s easy for me to say now..
as it comes no matter what i do.. there is enough for
me to eat.. move.. connect.. and create.. and that’s all
i need.. but no.. not for wife Katrina.. she must have all
the newest clothes.. and stuff and stuff and stuff as both of
us grow up poor.. but she grows up without love of mother
and father.. and i grow up with all unconditional love form
mother so all i need is human connection.. dance and
creativity.. and yes for me at least beyond that.. money
can go straight back to hell.. and the rest of culture
that lives off of scaring people into BEING NOT
FREE CHILDREN OF GOD.. I ESCAPE THAT
But yes.. i escape that.. as i do not need
money.. no different really than any
other philosopher/prophet with
a padded bank account..
But here’s the real insanity..
humans are not evolving
by the hand of GOD
to live in groups
of larger than
about
150 to 200
sets of eyes
money is the tool..
the crutch that allows
humans to go hide in
their home every night
and not face the fear of
interacting with their fellow
human beings.. and that my friend
is the saddest human root of all evil
there is.. beyond a mother who is too busy
working to ever bond with her child as Mexican
Mothers do.. still in the fields of love with baby attached
to breast.. instead of cribs of isolation like a Zoo of less than human..:)
I know the problem.. but it is impossible to fix until humans live in
small foraging groups again.. like they did in the so called Garden of
Eden naked and dancing together staying warm holding each other
and yes sweating in the heat of the mid-day sun.. where the rays
give nourishment of humanity.. instead of hidden away
in a cave of separation from GOD as Nature..
and each other.. yeah.. sure we have
advanced to hell.. i refuse to
stay there..
i live
in
Heaven..
with a padded
bank account
operated
by
Katrina..
Oh and by the way.. sociologists
indicate the top 20 peaceful societies
in the world are all small.. all share and
DO NOT COLLECT MATERIAL GOODS
FOR A RAINY DAY.. 50 YEARS LATER
WHICH MEANS
THEY LIVE
IN THE
HEAVEN TOO
OF NOW.. MY FRIEND
IN LOVE INSTEAD OF FEAR..
HATE.. DOUBT.. DISCONTENT
AND ALL THE REST AS
FEAR THE
FATHER
DEVIL
OF HATE..
AND MONEY
OF CURSE..:)
I am not in UK these days. I am back in Pakistan for a vacation and this poem was about things happening in my family. How money and property matters can create differences among our blood relations. All the love that we shared for many years, how it can be forgotten over a small dispute over property. It was in Urdu, of course you couldn’t understand it. I am sorry about that.
And there is no need to hate money. We need money for everything in life. But there is a difference between greed of earning money and being contented on what we get easily. Some people cross this line and start a never ending race of earning more and more.
Thank you so very much my friend for sharing your valuable thoughts. So pleased to have you here. Hope you are having the best time. Love and hugs xx
First of all Love and hugsXX to you too sweetheart.. and yes.. i can relate to this well as you say how money and property can create differences among our blood relations..
My father disowns his twin brother when their stepfather dies.. his identical twin brother.. is much more nurturing and takes care of the stepfather for years.. and the stepfather leaves him and not my father a relatively small sum of money of around 11K.. in US dollars.. which is nothing compared to all the years of help my Uncle gives his stepfather.. so my father does not speak to his step brother for years over that..
Money is a just a tool.. and it does not become evil until it becomes a symbol to rule our lives above and beyond the power of human moving.. connecting and creating.. to be one with other humans In Love.. and Lovers of Nature instead of paper..
My father also leaves my mother when i am age 3.. my sister younger.. not yet 2… he leaves my mother as she refuses to get a job.. as she believe it is most important to stay home.. bond with children and continue to give children nurturing love.. as a result of this.. yes.. my mother must find a job.. and moves in with my Grandmother.. with us.. and my little sister must go to a nursery.. and bad stuff happens there..
She is left in a crib all day alone.. and while i am relatively fearless most of my life.. and both my sister and i are diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome in middle-age.. my sister is much less trusting of the world.. and filled with anxiety as compared to me.. certainly now.. and i do think part of that difference is my mother staying home with me.. before age 3.. and my sister is sent to a prison of crib life.. each day.. before age 3.. and i will not tell my mother this.. as she still holds herself guilty for this at over eighty years old.. although there is nothing she can do about it then.. as one must make a living to survive.. when the father leaves.. in selfish way as he did.. for the LOVE of money OVER HUMAN…
But anyway.. the moral to the story is this.. my father also always worries about status in life.. and never makes it above.. the level of deputy sheriff.. at retirement after 46 years of working in law enforcement.. and to me that is okay.. as i care nothing about status.. but i work so hard.. i get promoted whether i like it or not.. to eventually supervise thirty to over one hundred employees.. at top end of federal pay grade before i retire with 19 medical illnesses from chronic stress of working like Superman to keep my job..
When i get sick.. my father makes fun of me to my face when i am in the car with Uncle now rejoined with father.. and says.. in sarcastic tone.. he can get well and supervise all those people in his big Athletic Director job at the Military installation.. as yes.. sadly.. he is jealous that his son goes further then he does in status.. even though.. he always tells me when i have a more common job.. before that.. i am not going far enough.. as i need to take care of him in old age..
So i tell him.. as i know he loves money..
well Daddy.. i saved almost half a million dollars..
He asks me how i do that.. and i tell him.. ’cause i don’t care about spending money..
When he dies.. at age 81.. after all his bills are paid for..
he has about one fifth of the money..
i save.. in less than two decades..
But during the 12 years of
his retirement where he
gets paid more than
when he works..
with social
security
added in..
he spends about $500
dollars a week on lottery
tickets trying to get rich
before he dies.. and
never understands
or feels
the joy
and bliss
i have for
FOR FREE NOW
THAT ONLY COME
WHEN GOD LIVES
FREE IN US.. AND NOT
US DOLLARS.. ALONE..:)
i AM RICH WITH GOD
AND I AM POOR
WITH
MONEY
no matter how
much of the
green stuff i have..
blades
of
grass
are worth
an eternity
one
by
one..:)
Oh yeah.. and one other moral of the story..
i am always nice and smiley.. and kind
to people and do not act like
some tough law enforcement
dude.. so my father worries
i might become gay
like A homosexual..
and the he worries
when our child
is born that
i must raise
him like a man..
so in the waiting
room when the
child has heart
surgery before
my child dies..
he tells me.. make
sure you raise him
like a man.. okay..
well.. he gets married
three times.. i keep
the same most
beautiful wife
in the world
who still
is AND NEVER AGES
for 26 years consummated
before marriage on September 21st
of yes.. 26 years ago.. 1989.. as we
get married later on February
21st of 1990.. and no.. GOD
does not need paperwork
when to people
join..
GOD goes
free hand
without
notes..
and now the women
follow me all around
town when i dance
free showing
both masculine
and feminine
spirit and
see them
with just
GOD’s
clear eyes
of Love and
not possessions..
400 photos with
them.. after 75 NIGHTS
of dancing with them.. SO
YES.. yes..
GOD YES..
i have a gift..
IT is LOVE..
and LOVE
is GOD’S GIFT
TO WOMEN..
NOT MALE
ALONE..
SMILES..
AND
WInKS
ALLONE..:)
Post Script:
My father’s mother.. Myrtle.. my Grandmother.. runs a nursery..
a snot nosed baby cries alone in a crib..
my mother visits the nursery..
picks up the baby and
wipes the baby’s
nose.. my
grandmother tells
her sternly.. put that
baby down.. or you
will spoil that baby..
so yes.. more than
likely my father’s
life is sealed
without
a kiss from
mother..
Love is a
GENERATIONAL
THINGY.. THAT
RIDES ON THE
BREAST OF
MOTHER’S
LOVE.. AND
LOVE
OF AN
ENTIRE
VILLAGE
INSTEAD
OF
CRIB…
AND
PLASTIC
NIPPLES….
The truth
can hurt
but
NATURE RULES
AS GOD’S EyeS
and
EaRS
iF wE
sEE aNd
HeAR
wITh THoSE
eyEs and eaRs…:)
This is beautiful. And nothing beats Urdu poetry especially the raw emotions
Yes, so right ! I love Urdu poetry as well, though I am poor at writing it. Thanks so much for reading 🙂 Love xx
Sad.
It is. Indeed.
…it’s sad
It is, Indeed !
It’s ok if you wrote it in Urdu. And it’s also ok that you’ve written it, be it on impulse.
‘Cause this is the harsh truth.
And it ain’t just you. A thousand people see humanity defeated in want for wealth.
It’s depressing how cruel money can make you. It’s quite horrifying when you think about it. What haven’t people done for money?
Killing, kidnapping, robbing, cheating, deceiving, and then doing it to their own family even.
Yes Hiba, yes. That was what I was trying to say out loud. Before this, I just heard of these kind of incidents where people choose money over love of blood relations. Now, when I am witnessing it with my own eyes, It hurts really bad to see all that. Why do people become so cruel when it comes to property?
Thank you so much Hiba, sweetheart, for all this praise and support. Love you loads !
I’ve seen it happen. It’s one of the most depressing things you can witness. It makes me lose hope in humanity and conscience. Maybe we fail at raising our children well. It’s incredibly sad.
Yes may be. May be the fault doesn’t lie in our parents raising us. May be it lies in our nature, in the evil in us.
Maybe…
Take care of yourself Lala. Be brave and have hope. I promise you God knows what he’s doing. He’ll make things better.
I know Hiba I know. He has always helped me, He will help me now as well. Love you so much for your support and precious love. I can’t thank you enough for it, ever. You too take care and stay blessed always ! Hugs xx