So, you have asked me with such a love whether I know you.
Listen, I must say that the pain and torture you are seeing in my eyes is the very gift given to me by you.
I will also say that this was the very story in which you were considered the master and I was your subject.
You were the conqueror and I was the defeated.
This was the story in which the ego was supposed to be the winner and LOVE was the loser.
How would you feel if someone promise to meet and forget to come?
How would you feel if you waited the whole night she didn’t turn up?
How would you feel if you have to walk on the burning sand of the desert (lonesome ness) barefoot?
How would it like if you feel the poison of loneliness running down through your veins?
Just think what it would like if someone else also like you…………...stone hearted?
Translated from Urdu
Before parting from each other in the journey of life and turning of the day to dusk. When we have felt our breath and heard the beating of our heart one last time, after which you will be gone, you have to make a promise.
Whenever there arises a new sun in your life after me, and there will be the season of rain in these valleys and the snow on these mountains will melt, the buried legend of our love will spread among the people, you have to fulfill your promise.
After this night, when there will run a cool morning breeze and you will see the drizzling rain, and when the sun will peep behind the clouds spreading its fresh light on these purple mountains you will remember me because this is the debt you owe me.
How a mathematician may feel when fall in love:
O my multiple sweet heart!
Yesterday I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane. You were there with your cute circular face, conical nose, and spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden. How geometrical it was felt. My oblique heart was at its projectile with joy to see you standing at the door like a beauty set in a rectangular frame. Before seeing you my heart was a null, but when a vector of magnitude (reflection of love) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated. My Love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots. I found myself in a real condition of BODMAS, (overjoyed).
DISHES OF PAKISTAN
We have number of meals (dishes) in our country. You can find a vast variety of food. Food taste of the people of Sub-continent goes back to monarch era and mostly attributed to the kings and nawabs (Lords) of the regions. Following are the Meals which are most popular in our country:
1.Nehari: This dish mostly eaten in the morning as breakfast (but now has become common for lunch and dinner) Its main ingredient is beef taken from the shank (front legs) of cows or buffalo. Nehari is eaten with Tandoori naan.
2.Behari Kabab (Behari Boti): This dish also made of beef, preferably of the part called hunter beef and eaten with bread (flat or tandoori).
3.Baghara Baigan (Brinjal): It is made with brinjal fill with minced meat.
4.Shab Degh: This dish is made with mixed vegetables with minced balls having full boiled egg within. If it is made without vegetables, then it is called Nargisi Koftay. (Nargis is a flower, daffodil, which looks like an eye, as I know).
7. Bombay Biryani
10.Malai Biryani (or Malay Biryani)
Rice is the main ingredient either with chicken, mutton or beef of all these types of biryanis.
For images of biryanis please this link:
http://www.bing.com/images/search?q=Biryani&qpvt=Biryani&FO...
11.Karahi chicken or karahi gosht (mutton) If you are vegetarian you can use mix vegetables to cook in karahi.
This is Also a Way of Love
I have always been questioning Allah, and it was when I was hurt, sad and in pain, “Why me? Why it is happening to me?” In me prays, in prostration, I called Him as if He is closed to me, and he, of course, is very close to me, but it has always been a matter of realization. To all my prayers, and begging I received no replies, heard no words. I got tired calling Him again and again, my raised hands fell down in fatigue and a feeling of even more unhappiness rose in me. “He should have said something, even let me know why people hurt me, why was there all unhappiness for me. Am I myself bad?” I always asked this all the time. Then one day I realized that the answer was already known to me. I then recognize why it was so happening to me.
My all those begging in long prostration, asking, why he was not answering to my prayers, raising my face towards the sky, wiping my tears from my cheeks as I was going to have an answer from Him, lying and closing myself in my own arms hugging myself, and saying, “are you listening to me, are you seeing me I am alone”. A realization awoke in me, that He liked these, he loved the way I beg him, plead him. Then I felt that I was not alone. He has always been near me, closed to me. He Loved me a lot and wanted me to be near to Him, closed to him. But I would only get close to him when I was hurt and in pain, otherwise, I never cared Him that much. So, all those pains and troubles inflicted upon me just to make me close to him go near him. He let the people hurt me, breaking my heart so that I would run to him begging and pleading telling him that I was hurt. He liked my talking to him, to call him, to tell him my pain, just like telling to a mother. He loved me to show Him my wounds, how badly I was treated by the people, how I was deceived and cheated by the people who claimed to be my closed loving friends, how they turned against me and began to hurt me, He wanted to hear from me, “Are you listening, are you seeing.”
Realizing how close He is to me I found myself in serenity, a world of peace and tranquility where there is no feeling of any pain. Why I felt so, it was because in my long prostrations I found myself very closed to Him. He has always been closed to me, but I was not there. He loved all my those cries, begging, pleading, telling Him how I was hurt, how my heart was broken, how it was wounded, and the same time he gave me strength, patience, tolerance to face all those pain, not with tears, but with smile, because I have now realized that this is also a way of love.
She is my beloved! How can I turn away from her.
I beg you O' listener, please announce that I love her!
there is none better than her, even like her
No matter how surpassing the beauty than her,
But no one better than her, like her.
I desire none............wish nothing, but her.
My love is not a transaction which I exchange for material profit,
I would rather wish to die deceiving her, cheating her.
We meet several people during the span of our life. They meet and part away. Some of them become co-traveler just for few moments on the highway of life, among these some are those whom we can never forget even if we try to forget them. The delicate pinch of their departing, always remains in our heart. The unreachable-ness always unease our heart. We do not forget them. Their memories float up from the subconsciousness, when we are alone in the full moon night. They are there with the crunching of the dry leave of autumn under our feet. May these acquainted strangers take their memories with them when departing!
Touchy heart can't control tears. Tears roll down the brims of eyes breaking the boundary of tolerance. Do you know why hearts become touchy and sensitive? Because they become weak after being broken down to pieces. Then the tears come down just for nothing, for one can't bear the mere jokes and argument like before.
People say I am a magician, I have art of poetry, in fact it is nothing but an incomplete line of a song, in which there is no balance of meaning and rhythm. It is just like a play of which there is no ending is suggested. Yes this is the magic of love I have which I have learned after a hard struggle. But this gift of magic of love is very strange. I do not understand what it is in real. Is this a blessing the fate bestowed upon, or a punishment the Nature inflicted me with? My story is very peculiar, which I can’t tell. Though, I have this powerful magic of love, but it is like a heavy burden on my heart, which I can’t remove. At the same time it is useless, because it is INEFFECTIVE on YOUR HEART.
This just a sharing for poetry lover of beautiful poem by Susan Christensen
Let me tell you about a game I play
Where I close my eyes and fade away
I float away to a special place
Beyond the stars and moon and space
In this special place you see
There are only two people - just you and me
In this place, all is right
Nothing but love, and we never fight
In this place, there is no sadness
No cells, no courts, none of that madness
No rules to follow, no laws to break
No bars to hold us or separate
No one to tell us we can't kiss or touch
I don't just tell you "I love you" - I show you how much
But eventually the game must end
My eyes must open, and reality sets in
But someday soon - I'm not sure when
I will close my eyes and play my game again
It is really tiring!
You are not accepting the one who is meant for you,
and you are running after the one who is not for you.
Remember, the one who comes to you
is the one who is destined, the sent one.
And the one who is going away from you is not for you,
It is not necessary that everyone who comes to you, is the sent one.
Who stays with you always is the one who is the sent one.
When everyone leaves, this is the one who stays with you,
whose face is towards you, and back towards the entire world.
I dressed up new clothes and set my hair, just for you, my love, but you are gone, and for whom now I would get dress and go out.
The hot sun, in the noon and after when you were with me was like cool shadow for me. Now these streets seem burning hot. I never mind meeting your friends just because of you, but now these are stranger to me. There is no one like you, you were the soul of my pros and my poetry. Now words feel soulless. My heart is now deserted. I kept my empty room lit because you had to come, but it is now let dark and un-lit.
Racism takes many forms and can happen in many places. It includes prejudice, discrimination or hatred directed at someone because of their cast, color, culture (ethnicity) or national origin.
People often associate racism with acts of abuse or harassment. However, it doesn’t need to involve violent or intimidating behavior. Take racial name-calling and jokes. Or consider situations when people may face hatred of certain groups because of where they are from what are their cultural traditions even what how they dress up. Showing hatred for the people who cover their bodies head to toe or less is also termed as racism.
Racism can be revealed through people’s actions as well as their attitudes and behavior. It can also be reflected in systems and institutions. But sometimes it may not be revealed at all. Not all racism is obvious. For example, someone may look through a list of job applicants and decide not to interview people with certain surnames.
Racism is more than just words, beliefs and actions. It includes all the barriers that prevent people from enjoying dignity and equality because of their race.
Source: Internet
Why I always feel alone though you are with me in my memory, in my feelings, in my senses? Or is only the ache of my heart, that makes me feel that I am not with you. We did accompany on the way of highway of life, though for a short duration, but I still feel the shower of your love upon me. Now you are gone, and I am perplexed how I will handle this aching separation. I can feel you running like blood in my veins, blood the prove of life, so as you in me. I am faded like flower without life, but as appears before my eyes, though in imagination, your sight immediately brings on my face a happiness gleam, as the flower get blossomed. True love has the power to overcome all glooms, sadness and miseries. So, as I get strength with you to go ahead in life in all conditions. Voice of my wailing heart will never go in vain. Clouds of your love in my stressed life will for sure once again shower.
Earth Day is celebrated each year on April 22 and was established to increase awareness of the need to protect the Earth’s natural resources.
Earth Day is a global holiday that celebrates our planet’s environment. Every year on April 22, people host different events to remember the Earth. But Earth Day is not just about appreciating the environment—it’s about preserving it as well.
Environmental activists use Earth Day to increase awareness about issues like global warming and oil spills. They also use the day to urge politicians to pass laws that will help save the environment.
The first Earth Day was held on April 22, 1970. Democratic Senator Gaylord Nelson of Wisconsin started the holiday. Nelson was worried that industrialized countries, like the United States, were too careless with the environment.
After an oil spill off the coast of Santa Barbara in 1969, Nelson proposed several reforms or changes. One reform was to hold a national Earth Day every April 22.
Denis Hayes organized the first Earth Day. Hayes went on to lead the Solar Energy Research Institute in Golden, Colorado. John McConnell designed the unofficial flag of the event, the Earth Flag.
More than 20 million Americans celebrated the first Earth Day. Schools and universities around the nation joined in. Students spent the day learning about the environment and discussing ways to cut down pollution. Concerts in major cities honored the day.
Weeks after the event, Congress passed three laws: the Clean Air Act, the Clean Water Act, and the Endangered Species Act. These laws protect drinking water, wild lands, and animals from people or companies.
Today more than 500 million people in 175 countries celebrate Earth Day! Students spend the day learning about environmental issues, while activists use the day to rally for new environmental policies.
Source Internet
I am Happy She Forgot me:
This is a truth, believe me, I am happy she forgot me.
Love is dead now, I am happy she forgot me.
My glooming, my sadness is just because of the changing of weather.
Don't ask how I am, I am just happy to know that she forgot me.
Don't alert on my disposition, don't look into my eyes,
Don't see me with surprise, I am happy that she forgot me.
Why are you afraid, why don't you come to me?
O fairies of my sleep believe me, I am happy that she forgot me.
Why do you come to me with open arms
O her memories I am happy that she ignored me, she forgot me.
Sadness is now throughout my house.
Write on the walls that I AM HAPPY TO FORGET HER.
Following is the response to the above CRY!
“HAS HE EVER REMEMBERED ME TO NOW FORGET?”
He promised that he will never forget her,
and now, he is happy to forget her.
And she........ah! She..........between the first promise with tears and the second said happiness of leave, she is just a toy between forgetfulness hands,,,,,,,,a toy in limbo!
In the night, the pride sleeps and the longing wakes up alone devouring her
and the heart writes the same daily story........with the ink of tears
that now she wants to go in long trave,l,,,,,,but
but,,,,,,,,,,anyone knows where can she find the way to a place in which her heart is not following her!
The gossiping ladies' whisper echoes in her ear
their sarcastic laughs says "hurray, at last he forgot her"
She helplessly bows her head and her silent tear wonderingly wails "has he ever remembered me to now forget?”
I write the first of the above two poems.
The other one is the reply sent to me from a friend of mine from Egypt.
Once three friends visited another friend without prior intimation, who was not in a mood to entertain them, but anyway asked his wife to make tea. "We don't have sugar at the moment". Wife said, "Don't bother, just make tea without sugar, I will handle the matter" the husband saying this went to the friends. When the tea came, he said to his friends, "Let's play a game, one of these three cups is without sugar. Who has that cup of tea, I will be his guest for a day along with my kids and wife." The three friends drank the tea quietly, one of them even said, "There is much sugar in my cup."
she does not let me laugh, neither let me cry
she, my heart does not let me do anything.
you are asking me to give you my heart's desire
a child never gives up his toys.
I myself facing the confusion day and night.
I do not let anyone to bear this load.
she often says, there is space in her heart
but still does not let me in.
Who is she, I am not aware of,
who does not allow me to love anyone else.
When I look back at how we began;
the laughter and love that we shared,
I smile at all the ways we loved
and we dared to dream of a wonderful future together,
and how we promised this was forever.
And I try to recall the moment when things started to change;
Just what it could’ve been to cause our happiness to slip away.
And though I may never find the answer I do know one thing for sure;
I still love you now as much as I did then,
and I don’t know how but we can get through this.
I’m not ready to give up on us.
You’re still my one true love.
Ref. Sad Romantic Quote
