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"dar" poems

I sniff and laugh I've passed someone smoking **** I've never been able to tell the smell before, can't Sniff Smell Tell Well Snort Sort Risk, a lingered puff. I've always found it hard to tell when's enough So I don't dar, but sometimes I feel tempted to stare into simplicity.

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Jun 23, 2014

Jun 23, 2014 at 6:43 AM UTC

I sniff and laugh I've passed someone smoking **** I've never been able to tell the smell before, can't Sniff Smell Tell Well Snort Sort Risk, a lingered puff. I've always found it hard to tell when's enough So I don't dar, but sometimes I feel tempted to stare into simplicity.

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Meri aankho ka tara hi , mujhe aankhe dikhata hai Jise har ek khushi de di , wo har gam se milata hai Jubaa se kuch kahu , kaise kahu , kisse kahu maa hu Sikhaya bolna jisko , wo chup rahna sikhata hai || Sula kar soti thi jisko Wo ab shab bhar jagata hai Sunai loria jisko , wo ab taane sunata hai || Sikhane me usse kya kuch kami meri rahi sochu Jise ginti sikhayi galtiya meri ginata hai || Tu gahri chao hai gar zindgi ek dhoop hai Amma Dhara pr kab kaha tujh sa koi swaroop hai Amma Agar ishwar kahi par hai usse dekha kaha kisne Dhaa par tu hi ishwar ka koi roop hai Amma || Naa ucchai sacchi hai naa ye aadhar saccha hai Maa koi cheej sacchi hai naa ye sansaar saccha hai Magar dharti se ambar tak yugo se log kahte hai Agar saccha hai kuch jag me to Maa ka pyar saccha hai || Jara saa der hone par sabhi se puchti Amma Palak jhapke bina darwaja ghar ka taakti Amma Har ek aahat par uska chouk padna fir duaa dena Mere ghar laut aane tak barabar jaagati Amma || **|| Puchta hai Koi Dunia me Mohabbat hai kaha Muskura deta hu mai or yaad aa jati hai Maa ||** Sulane ke lie mujhko to khud jaagi rahi amma Sirrhane der tak aksar meri baithi rahi amma Mere sapno me pariya phul titli bhi tabhi tak the Mujhe aanchal me apne le ke jab leti rahi amma || Badi choti rakam se ghar chalana jaanti thi maa Kami thi par badi khusiya lutana jaanti thi maa Mai khushhaali me bhi rishto me bas duri bana paya Garibi me bhi har rishta nibhana jaanti thi maa Laga bachpan me yu andhera hi mukaddar hai Magar maa hausala dekar yu boli tumko kya dar hai Koi aage niklne ke lie rashta nahi dega Mere baccho badho aage tumhare saath hai amma Kisi ke jakhm ye dunia to ab silti nahi amma Kali dil me ab to preet ki khilti nahi amma Mai apanapan hi akshar dhundta rahta hu rishto me Teri nischal si mamta to kahi milti nahi amma Gamo ki bheed me jisne hume hasna sikhaya tha Wo jiske dam se tufanoo ne apna sar jhukaya tha Kisi v julm ke aage kabhi jhukna nahi bete Sitam ki ummr choti hai mujhe maa ne sikhaya tha || ||

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC

shashank-k-dwivedi

Humari Soch Aur MAA

Meri aankho ka tara hi , mujhe aankhe dikhata hai Jise har ek khushi de di , wo har gam se milata hai Jubaa se kuch kahu , kaise kahu , kisse kahu maa hu Sikhaya bolna jisko , wo chup rahna sikhata hai || Sula kar soti thi jisko Wo ab shab bhar jagata hai Sunai loria jisko , wo ab taane sunata hai || Sikhane me usse kya kuch kami meri rahi sochu Jise ginti sikhayi galtiya meri ginata hai || Tu gahri chao hai gar zindgi ek dhoop hai Amma Dhara pr kab kaha tujh sa koi swaroop hai Amma Agar ishwar kahi par hai usse dekha kaha kisne Dhaa par tu hi ishwar ka koi roop hai Amma || Naa ucchai sacchi hai naa ye aadhar saccha hai Maa koi cheej sacchi hai naa ye sansaar saccha hai Magar dharti se ambar tak yugo se log kahte hai Agar saccha hai kuch jag me to Maa ka pyar saccha hai || Jara saa der hone par sabhi se puchti Amma Palak jhapke bina darwaja ghar ka taakti Amma Har ek aahat par uska chouk padna fir duaa dena Mere ghar laut aane tak barabar jaagati Amma || **|| Puchta hai Koi Dunia me Mohabbat hai kaha Muskura deta hu mai or yaad aa jati hai Maa ||** Sulane ke lie mujhko to khud jaagi rahi amma Sirrhane der tak aksar meri baithi rahi amma Mere sapno me pariya phul titli bhi tabhi tak the Mujhe aanchal me apne le ke jab leti rahi amma || Badi choti rakam se ghar chalana jaanti thi maa Kami thi par badi khusiya lutana jaanti thi maa Mai khushhaali me bhi rishto me bas duri bana paya Garibi me bhi har rishta nibhana jaanti thi maa Laga bachpan me yu andhera hi mukaddar hai Magar maa hausala dekar yu boli tumko kya dar hai Koi aage niklne ke lie rashta nahi dega Mere baccho badho aage tumhare saath hai amma Kisi ke jakhm ye dunia to ab silti nahi amma Kali dil me ab to preet ki khilti nahi amma Mai apanapan hi akshar dhundta rahta hu rishto me Teri nischal si mamta to kahi milti nahi amma Gamo ki bheed me jisne hume hasna sikhaya tha Wo jiske dam se tufanoo ne apna sar jhukaya tha Kisi v julm ke aage kabhi jhukna nahi bete Sitam ki ummr choti hai mujhe maa ne sikhaya tha || ||

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Kagaz ki kashtiyon mein kai bar safar kar liya, ab ek lambi udan bhar lene do. Aj in bandhe hue pankhon ko khuli hava mein sans le lene do, kyunki ab girne ka khauff nahin raha. Daudne mein ab koi maza nahin hai, kyunki yahan to hava jaise tham si gayi ** Ab rukne ka bilkul man nahin raha, aj to toofanon mein sair karne lene do. Dayron mein rehte hue adhi zindagi guzar gayi, aj to un hadon ko par kar lene do. Dar dar ke kab tak khamosh rahoge dost, zameen par jeet jane mein kuch nahin rakha , aj to uchaiyon par jashn mana lene do. Unke chale hue raston ko kai bar nap liya, aj mujhe bhi apni pehchan bana lene do. Kismat ka rona to sabhi rote hain, aj mujhe bhi apne naseeb ka kora kagaz rang lene do. Kabhi kabhi to man karta hai ki un azad parindon ki tarah hava mein bas tairta hi reh jaoon. Asan to kuch nahin par sochta *** ki aj namumkin ko hi apna dost bana loon. Kitabon ke panne kafi palat liye, aj mujhe bhi do shabd likh lene do. Hans lene do jinhe hansna hai mere in mazboot iradon par. Kya samjhenege who is khuli udan ki masti ko, jinhe kabhi bharosa nahin hua khud par, aur hamesha rakha tha apne armanon ko pinjre mein kaid kar. Khule asman mein aj ek bar ud lene do, kya pata kal wahan bhi zaroorat se jyada bheed ** Kai dinon ke bad aj ek bar fir azad hone ka man kiya hai Tod do in bediyon ko, kyunki aj ek lambi udaan bharne ka iraada hai

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Mar 23, 2011

Mar 23, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC

Kagaz ki kashtiyon mein kai bar safar kar liya, ab ek lambi udan bhar lene do. Aj in bandhe hue pankhon ko khuli hava mein sans le lene do, kyunki ab girne ka khauff nahin raha. Daudne mein ab koi maza nahin hai, kyunki yahan to hava jaise tham si gayi ** Ab rukne ka bilkul man nahin raha, aj to toofanon mein sair karne lene do. Dayron mein rehte hue adhi zindagi guzar gayi, aj to un hadon ko par kar lene do. Dar dar ke kab tak khamosh rahoge dost, zameen par jeet jane mein kuch nahin rakha , aj to uchaiyon par jashn mana lene do. Unke chale hue raston ko kai bar nap liya, aj mujhe bhi apni pehchan bana lene do. Kismat ka rona to sabhi rote hain, aj mujhe bhi apne naseeb ka kora kagaz rang lene do. Kabhi kabhi to man karta hai ki un azad parindon ki tarah hava mein bas tairta hi reh jaoon. Asan to kuch nahin par sochta *** ki aj namumkin ko hi apna dost bana loon. Kitabon ke panne kafi palat liye, aj mujhe bhi do shabd likh lene do. Hans lene do jinhe hansna hai mere in mazboot iradon par. Kya samjhenege who is khuli udan ki masti ko, jinhe kabhi bharosa nahin hua khud par, aur hamesha rakha tha apne armanon ko pinjre mein kaid kar. Khule asman mein aj ek bar ud lene do, kya pata kal wahan bhi zaroorat se jyada bheed ** Kai dinon ke bad aj ek bar fir azad hone ka man kiya hai Tod do in bediyon ko, kyunki aj ek lambi udaan bharne ka iraada hai

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Dar lagne laga hai mujhe ab har khawab se Ki kahin chhut na jaye tera sath, Kab aayengi laut ke wo khubsurat pal Jab pakad ke chalenge hum ek dusare ka hath, Na aane denge gum kabhi tere jeevan me Bna denge tere har dard ko khushiyo ki raat, Koi nahin mere zindagi me siwaye tere bina Jaan lo tum, Ye dil dharakta hai to sirf tumhare liye Ese maan lo tum, chhodenge na sath tumhara saton-janam o humsafar Kyoki meri pahchan ** tum, Kyun nahi Kah deti ik bar mujhse ki Sirf tere hain hum, sirf tere hain hum ..... Kash! tum hoti mere samne Karte ek dusare se baat, Har pal rahta hai mere aankhon ko teri hi talash, Bujhake pyaas mere dil ki pakad lo mera hath, varshon se baithe hain hum esi intezar me ki Kab milega mujhe tere sath ye tera sath

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Jul 12, 2015

Jul 12, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC

KAHIN CHHUT NA JAYE TERA SATH...

Dar lagne laga hai mujhe ab har khawab se Ki kahin chhut na jaye tera sath, Kab aayengi laut ke wo khubsurat pal Jab pakad ke chalenge hum ek dusare ka hath, Na aane denge gum kabhi tere jeevan me Bna denge tere har dard ko khushiyo ki raat, Koi nahin mere zindagi me siwaye tere bina Jaan lo tum, Ye dil dharakta hai to sirf tumhare liye Ese maan lo tum, chhodenge na sath tumhara saton-janam o humsafar Kyoki meri pahchan ** tum, Kyun nahi Kah deti ik bar mujhse ki Sirf tere hain hum, sirf tere hain hum ..... Kash! tum hoti mere samne Karte ek dusare se baat, Har pal rahta hai mere aankhon ko teri hi talash, Bujhake pyaas mere dil ki pakad lo mera hath, varshon se baithe hain hum esi intezar me ki Kab milega mujhe tere sath ye tera sath

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Najane kyon tadapati hain ye yaadein, Kabhi rulati Kabhi Khush kar jati ye yaadein, Mere jine ka jariya hain bus yahi, Kabhi dard bankar jakhm deti hain, To kabhi dard ka maraham ban jati Ye yaadein, ye yaadein...... Silsile ye mohabbat ka Jari rahengi zindagi bhar, Karke pyaar tumse sanam bhatak raha hoon dar dar, Kahan gye wo din, Kahan gye wo waadein, Ab mere paas rah gayi hain bus teri ye yaadein, ye yaadein...... Bahla raha hoon apne dil ko Un yaado ke sahare, Chale gye ** tum lekar Wo Khubsurat bahare, Pahli nazar me deewana banakar Bechain kar jati ye yaadein, mere dil-o-dimag par bus Teri ye yaadein, ye yaadein....

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Jun 4, 2015

Jun 4, 2015 at 10:05 AM UTC

Najane kyon tadapati hain ye yaadein, Kabhi rulati Kabhi Khush kar jati ye yaadein, Mere jine ka jariya hain bus yahi, Kabhi dard bankar jakhm deti hain, To kabhi dard ka maraham ban jati Ye yaadein, ye yaadein...... Silsile ye mohabbat ka Jari rahengi zindagi bhar, Karke pyaar tumse sanam bhatak raha hoon dar dar, Kahan gye wo din, Kahan gye wo waadein, Ab mere paas rah gayi hain bus teri ye yaadein, ye yaadein...... Bahla raha hoon apne dil ko Un yaado ke sahare, Chale gye ** tum lekar Wo Khubsurat bahare, Pahli nazar me deewana banakar Bechain kar jati ye yaadein, mere dil-o-dimag par bus Teri ye yaadein, ye yaadein....

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Sucede que me canso de ser hombre. Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cines marchito, impenetrable, como un cisne de fieltro navegando en un agua de origen y ceniza. El olor de las peluquerías me hace llorar a gritos. Sólo quiero un descanso de piedras o de lana, sólo quiero no ver establecimientos ni jardines, ni mercaderías, ni anteojos, ni ascensores. Sucede que me canso de mis pies y mis uñas y mi pelo y mi sombra. Sucede que me canso de ser hombre. Sin embargo sería delicioso asustar a un notario con un lirio cortado o dar muerte a una monja con un golpe de oreja. Sería bello ir por las calles con un cuchillo verde y dando gritos hasta morir de frío. No quiero seguir siendo raíz en las tinieblas, vacilante, extendido, tiritando de sueño, hacia abajo, en las tripas mojadas de la tierra, absorbiendo y pensando, comiendo cada día. No quiero para mí tantas desgracias. No quiero continuar de raíz y de tumba, de subterráneo solo, de bodega con muertos, aterido, muriéndome de pena. Por eso el día lunes arde como el petróleo cuando me ve llegar con mi cara de cárcel, y aúlla en su transcurso como una rueda herida, y da pasos de sangre caliente hacia la noche. Y me empuja a ciertos rincones, a ciertas casas húmedas, a hospitales donde los huesos salen por la ventana, a ciertas zapaterías con olor a vinagre, a calles espantosas como grietas. Hay pájaros de color de azufre y horribles intestinos colgando de las puertas de las casas que odio, hay dentaduras olvidadas en una cafetera, hay espejos que debieran haber llorado de vergüenza y espanto, hay paraguas en todas partes, y venenos, y ombligos. Yo paseo con calma, con ojos, con zapatos, con furia, con olvido, paso, cruzo oficinas y tiendas de ortopedia, y patios donde hay ropas colgadas de un alambre: calzoncillos, toallas y camisas que lloran lentas lágrimas sucias.

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Sucede que me canso de ser hombre. Sucede que entro en las sastrerías y en los cines marchito, impenetrable, como un cisne de fieltro navegando en un agua de origen y ceniza. El olor de las peluquerías me hace llorar a gritos. Sólo quiero un descanso de piedras o de lana, sólo quiero no ver establecimientos ni jardines, ni mercaderías, ni anteojos, ni ascensores. Sucede que me canso de mis pies y mis uñas y mi pelo y mi sombra. Sucede que me canso de ser hombre. Sin embargo sería delicioso asustar a un notario con un lirio cortado o dar muerte a una monja con un golpe de oreja. Sería bello ir por las calles con un cuchillo verde y dando gritos hasta morir de frío. No quiero seguir siendo raíz en las tinieblas, vacilante, extendido, tiritando de sueño, hacia abajo, en las tripas mojadas de la tierra, absorbiendo y pensando, comiendo cada día. No quiero para mí tantas desgracias. No quiero continuar de raíz y de tumba, de subterráneo solo, de bodega con muertos, aterido, muriéndome de pena. Por eso el día lunes arde como el petróleo cuando me ve llegar con mi cara de cárcel, y aúlla en su transcurso como una rueda herida, y da pasos de sangre caliente hacia la noche. Y me empuja a ciertos rincones, a ciertas casas húmedas, a hospitales donde los huesos salen por la ventana, a ciertas zapaterías con olor a vinagre, a calles espantosas como grietas. Hay pájaros de color de azufre y horribles intestinos colgando de las puertas de las casas que odio, hay dentaduras olvidadas en una cafetera, hay espejos que debieran haber llorado de vergüenza y espanto, hay paraguas en todas partes, y venenos, y ombligos. Yo paseo con calma, con ojos, con zapatos, con furia, con olvido, paso, cruzo oficinas y tiendas de ortopedia, y patios donde hay ropas colgadas de un alambre: calzoncillos, toallas y camisas que lloran lentas lágrimas sucias.

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Asia ke hum parinde, Aasma hai had hmari, Jante hai chand suraj, Jid hmari zad hmari, Hum whi jisne samander ki, lehar par baandh sadha, Hum whi jinke ke liye din, rat ki upji na badha, Hum ki jo dharti ko mata, maan kar samman dete, Hum ki wo jo chalne se pehle, manjile pehchan lete, Hum whi jo sunya main bhi, sunya rachte hain nirantar, Hum whi jo roshni rakhte, hai sabki chaukhto par, Un ujalo ka wahi, paigam le aye hai hum, Hum hai desi hum hai desi hum hai desi, Ha magar har desh chaye hai hum. Zinda rehne ka asal andaz, Sikhlaye hai humne, Zindgi hai zindgi ke, Baad samjhaya hai humne, Humne batlaya ki, Kudrat ka asal andaz kya hai, Rang kya hai roop kya hai, Mehak kya hai swad kya hai, Humne duniya mohbat, Ka asar zinda kiya hai, Hmne nafart ko gale mil, Mil ke sharminda kiya hai, In tarrki ke khudao, Ne to ghar ko dar bnaya, In pde khali makano, Ko hmi ne ghar bnaya, Hum na aate to taraki, Is kadar na bol pati, Hum na aate to ye duniya, Khidkiya na khol pati, Hai yasoda ke yha par, devki jaye hai hum, Hum hai desi hum hai desi hum hai desi, Ha magar har desh chaye hai hum.

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC

shashank-k-dwivedi

Asia ke hum parinde, Aasma hai had hmari, Jante hai chand suraj, Jid hmari zad hmari, Hum whi jisne samander ki, lehar par baandh sadha, Hum whi jinke ke liye din, rat ki upji na badha, Hum ki jo dharti ko mata, maan kar samman dete, Hum ki wo jo chalne se pehle, manjile pehchan lete, Hum whi jo sunya main bhi, sunya rachte hain nirantar, Hum whi jo roshni rakhte, hai sabki chaukhto par, Un ujalo ka wahi, paigam le aye hai hum, Hum hai desi hum hai desi hum hai desi, Ha magar har desh chaye hai hum. Zinda rehne ka asal andaz, Sikhlaye hai humne, Zindgi hai zindgi ke, Baad samjhaya hai humne, Humne batlaya ki, Kudrat ka asal andaz kya hai, Rang kya hai roop kya hai, Mehak kya hai swad kya hai, Humne duniya mohbat, Ka asar zinda kiya hai, Hmne nafart ko gale mil, Mil ke sharminda kiya hai, In tarrki ke khudao, Ne to ghar ko dar bnaya, In pde khali makano, Ko hmi ne ghar bnaya, Hum na aate to taraki, Is kadar na bol pati, Hum na aate to ye duniya, Khidkiya na khol pati, Hai yasoda ke yha par, devki jaye hai hum, Hum hai desi hum hai desi hum hai desi, Ha magar har desh chaye hai hum.

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Mene suna he ki vo aaj bhi vahi intazar karti he shayad ab bhi mujse pyar karti he mene nahi chaha kabhi usase juda hona par vahi he ke jamane se na jane kyo darti he ham to yaado ke sahare ji lenge uski or vo he ke yaado ko dene se darti he kya hoga gar chal bhi gaya pata jamane ko fikr mat karo kuch logo ko kisse mil jayenge is jalim duniya ko sunane ko bare gor se sunegi dasta ye hamari duniya kabhi na kabhi yad to karegi is jamane ke dar se bhichade ham divano ko

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Feb 25, 2014

Feb 25, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC

yatharth-lakhan

Mene suna he ki vo aaj bhi

Mene suna he ki vo aaj bhi vahi intazar karti he shayad ab bhi mujse pyar karti he mene nahi chaha kabhi usase juda hona par vahi he ke jamane se na jane kyo darti he ham to yaado ke sahare ji lenge uski or vo he ke yaado ko dene se darti he kya hoga gar chal bhi gaya pata jamane ko fikr mat karo kuch logo ko kisse mil jayenge is jalim duniya ko sunane ko bare gor se sunegi dasta ye hamari duniya kabhi na kabhi yad to karegi is jamane ke dar se bhichade ham divano ko

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*Unke Dar Pe Pahunchne To Paayein Yeh Na Poocho Ke Hum Kya Kareinge Sar Jhukana Agar Jurm Hoga Ham Nigahon Se Sajda Kareinge* **Once I reach the door Spare me from asking what I will do If blasphemous it is to prostrate my body My gaze shall bow at the door** *Baat Bhi Teri Rakhni Hai Saqi Zarf Ko Bhi Na Ruswa Kareinge Jaam De Ya Na De Aaj Hum Toh Maikade Mein Sawera Kareinge* **I am to keep your words too, O' Cup Bearer And I cannot offend the cup Whether or not you serve me tonight I will meet my dawn at your door** *Iss Taraf Apna Daman Jalega Uss Taraf Unki Mehfil Chalegi Hum Andhere Ko Ghar Mein Bulaakar Unke Ghar Mein Ujaala Kareinge* **Here, my life will be on fire And there celebrations will begin at yours I willingly invite the darkness to my abode So that brightness may exist at yours** *Baat Tarq-e talluq Bhi 'Anwar' Itna Ehsaa- e-Rasm-e-Wafa Hai Aakhiri Saans Tak Bhi Hum Unse Berukhi Ka Na Shikwa Kareinge* **Even after renouncing our relationship O’ Anwar I am to maintain the ritual of faithfulness Even unto the last breath Never will I complain of aloofness** — Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

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Oct 28, 2016

Oct 28, 2016 at 9:48 AM UTC

*Unke Dar Pe Pahunchne To Paayein Yeh Na Poocho Ke Hum Kya Kareinge Sar Jhukana Agar Jurm Hoga Ham Nigahon Se Sajda Kareinge* **Once I reach the door Spare me from asking what I will do If blasphemous it is to prostrate my body My gaze shall bow at the door** *Baat Bhi Teri Rakhni Hai Saqi Zarf Ko Bhi Na Ruswa Kareinge Jaam De Ya Na De Aaj Hum Toh Maikade Mein Sawera Kareinge* **I am to keep your words too, O' Cup Bearer And I cannot offend the cup Whether or not you serve me tonight I will meet my dawn at your door** *Iss Taraf Apna Daman Jalega Uss Taraf Unki Mehfil Chalegi Hum Andhere Ko Ghar Mein Bulaakar Unke Ghar Mein Ujaala Kareinge* **Here, my life will be on fire And there celebrations will begin at yours I willingly invite the darkness to my abode So that brightness may exist at yours** *Baat Tarq-e talluq Bhi 'Anwar' Itna Ehsaa- e-Rasm-e-Wafa Hai Aakhiri Saans Tak Bhi Hum Unse Berukhi Ka Na Shikwa Kareinge* **Even after renouncing our relationship O’ Anwar I am to maintain the ritual of faithfulness Even unto the last breath Never will I complain of aloofness** — Translated by Jamil Hussain, Sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan

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Something so hard goes straight to the soul; it seems impossible to get over and my heart is left with a big hole. I’m trying to be happy, wearing a smile; but I’m dying inside. The world seems to be fading, and I just want to run and hide. Everywhere I go I see your face, and realize how much I miss you; and on the day you died a piece of me died too. Woh dil nawaz ha lekin nazar shanas nahi, Mera ilaaj meray charahgar kay paas nahi, Tarap rahay hain zabaan per kai sawal magar, Meray liay koi shayaan-e-iltamaas nahi, tere ujalon main bhi dil kanp kanp uthta hai mere mizaj ko aasudagi bhi ras nahi kabhi kabhi jo tere qurb main guzre the ab un dinon ka tasawwur bhi mere pas nahi guzar rahe hain ajab marhalon se dida-o-dil sahar ki as to hai zindagi ki aas nahi mujhay ye dar hai k teri arzu na mit jaye bahut dinon se tabiyat meri udaas nahi,

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Jun 4, 2013

Jun 4, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC

Something so hard goes straight to the soul; it seems impossible to get over and my heart is left with a big hole. I’m trying to be happy, wearing a smile; but I’m dying inside. The world seems to be fading, and I just want to run and hide. Everywhere I go I see your face, and realize how much I miss you; and on the day you died a piece of me died too. Woh dil nawaz ha lekin nazar shanas nahi, Mera ilaaj meray charahgar kay paas nahi, Tarap rahay hain zabaan per kai sawal magar, Meray liay koi shayaan-e-iltamaas nahi, tere ujalon main bhi dil kanp kanp uthta hai mere mizaj ko aasudagi bhi ras nahi kabhi kabhi jo tere qurb main guzre the ab un dinon ka tasawwur bhi mere pas nahi guzar rahe hain ajab marhalon se dida-o-dil sahar ki as to hai zindagi ki aas nahi mujhay ye dar hai k teri arzu na mit jaye bahut dinon se tabiyat meri udaas nahi,

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And You were just Like the Moon, So lonely, so Full of imper- Fections but Just like the Moon , you Shined In times of , Dar- kness.

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Apr 15, 2014

Apr 15, 2014 at 11:12 AM UTC

shannon-acacia-wilson

And You were just Like the Moon, So lonely, so Full of imper- Fections but Just like the Moon , you Shined In times of , Dar- kness.

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Khuda ke dar ke siwa agar karni ** bandagi, Mera sir jhuke mehboob ke aage jo hai meri zindagi. Ibadat karti hu is sachhi mohabbat ki, Mere humsafar ke bin ye jaan hai aduri si. Chand roz chamakar intrane laga, Mere chand ki tasveer dekh khomosh ** gaya. Ajeeb si betaabi hai tere bina, Tujh bin har ek pal ye dil ne gina. Ashq behne lagte hain yaara, Ek pal ki duri bhi nahi hai gavara. Log jaate hain mandir masjid khuda ko talaashne, Apna khuda ko khoj liya humsafar mein humne. Jaam tou unke liye hai Jinhe nasha nahi hota, Ishq ke rang is qadar hum par hai chadha. Aapki yaadon ke nashe mein har lamha doobe rehte, Is dil ki har dadhkan mein sirf mere mahadev baithe. Mera khuda hai mere humsafar, Humesha saath hai aapke chahe kaise ** manzar. Karwate jitni marzi badal le aye zindagi, Haskar dard chupane ki karigiri mashoor hai meri. Par jab aap saamne aate, Hum sudh budh ko baith te. Har baat tumse hi befikra hokar aapse keh dete, Ek aap hi tou hai duniya mein jo humein samajhte. Dil ke har jazbaat ko bin kahe hi padh lete, Aapse ek baat hum kehna chahte. Kabhi udaas na hona aap humsesha aapke hain saath, Majbooti se pakda hai humne aapka haath. Saamne na sahi kahin aas-pass hi hu Rooh se judi hai hamari aabru. Kuch na kar payenge meelon dur ke faasle, Palkein band kar dekhiye aapke dil mein baithe. Aasmaan se farishta utarkar, Dil mein sama gaye aakar. Mohabbat hai hamari ibadat, Aapke aane se mili dharti par jannat.

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Nov 13, 2019

Nov 13, 2019 at 8:49 AM UTC

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Khuda hai humsafar mera

Khuda ke dar ke siwa agar karni ** bandagi, Mera sir jhuke mehboob ke aage jo hai meri zindagi. Ibadat karti hu is sachhi mohabbat ki, Mere humsafar ke bin ye jaan hai aduri si. Chand roz chamakar intrane laga, Mere chand ki tasveer dekh khomosh ** gaya. Ajeeb si betaabi hai tere bina, Tujh bin har ek pal ye dil ne gina. Ashq behne lagte hain yaara, Ek pal ki duri bhi nahi hai gavara. Log jaate hain mandir masjid khuda ko talaashne, Apna khuda ko khoj liya humsafar mein humne. Jaam tou unke liye hai Jinhe nasha nahi hota, Ishq ke rang is qadar hum par hai chadha. Aapki yaadon ke nashe mein har lamha doobe rehte, Is dil ki har dadhkan mein sirf mere mahadev baithe. Mera khuda hai mere humsafar, Humesha saath hai aapke chahe kaise ** manzar. Karwate jitni marzi badal le aye zindagi, Haskar dard chupane ki karigiri mashoor hai meri. Par jab aap saamne aate, Hum sudh budh ko baith te. Har baat tumse hi befikra hokar aapse keh dete, Ek aap hi tou hai duniya mein jo humein samajhte. Dil ke har jazbaat ko bin kahe hi padh lete, Aapse ek baat hum kehna chahte. Kabhi udaas na hona aap humsesha aapke hain saath, Majbooti se pakda hai humne aapka haath. Saamne na sahi kahin aas-pass hi hu Rooh se judi hai hamari aabru. Kuch na kar payenge meelon dur ke faasle, Palkein band kar dekhiye aapke dil mein baithe. Aasmaan se farishta utarkar, Dil mein sama gaye aakar. Mohabbat hai hamari ibadat, Aapke aane se mili dharti par jannat.

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Aa ab laut chalein apne ghar Aa ab laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar Jaha teri shetaniyon ka manzar tha Jaha pyar ka samndar tha Jaha thak kar sona ata tha Jaha har kona muskurata tha Jaha beeta har din yadgaar tha Jaha ka har pal suhana khwab tha Aa laut chalein apne ghar ab bht taay kar liya yeh safar jaha khul kar tu bhi hansti thi jaha muskura mein bhi leta tha jaha teri badmashiyo mein bacha me bhi bann leta tha jaha naachti tu thi aur jhumta me tha jaha bachon si ladhai aur dil ka mehal tha jaha na kabhi dur hone ka dar na adhuri koi aas thi jaha sath beshumar tha aur poori har saans thi jaha rote rote hans dete the hum na koi fikar ki bat thi jaha ghanton batein karte the hum ghadi ki sui na humare sath thi Aa laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar Jaha tera kam se ana tha Phr mujhko gale lagana tha Jaha teri bematlab ki baton me Mera kahn gum hojana tha jaha har sapna jee rahe the hum jaha nahi thi kisi ki koi sharam jaha dikhawa koso tak na tha har jagah tha bass pagal pan Aa laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar jaha jhagde bhi suljhe se the jaha ansun bhi uljhe se the jaha hothon pe muskan bhi thi jaha ankhein kuch naadan bhi thi jaha nanhe kadmon ki awaz bhi thi jaha lori ki chankar bhi thi jaha ghungru si tumari payal bhi thi jaha kangan ki awaz bhi thi jaha hansta hua tera chehra bhi tha jaha ghurti meri ankhein bhi thi jaha band woh darwaze bhi the jaha do **** ek jaan bhi the Aa laut chalein na apne ghar waqai bht lamba ** gaya yeh safar.... waqai bht lamba hogaya yeh safar..!!! ..

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Oct 29, 2020

Oct 29, 2020 at 10:05 AM UTC

Aa ab Laut chalein apne ghar...!!

Aa ab laut chalein apne ghar Aa ab laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar Jaha teri shetaniyon ka manzar tha Jaha pyar ka samndar tha Jaha thak kar sona ata tha Jaha har kona muskurata tha Jaha beeta har din yadgaar tha Jaha ka har pal suhana khwab tha Aa laut chalein apne ghar ab bht taay kar liya yeh safar jaha khul kar tu bhi hansti thi jaha muskura mein bhi leta tha jaha teri badmashiyo mein bacha me bhi bann leta tha jaha naachti tu thi aur jhumta me tha jaha bachon si ladhai aur dil ka mehal tha jaha na kabhi dur hone ka dar na adhuri koi aas thi jaha sath beshumar tha aur poori har saans thi jaha rote rote hans dete the hum na koi fikar ki bat thi jaha ghanton batein karte the hum ghadi ki sui na humare sath thi Aa laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar Jaha tera kam se ana tha Phr mujhko gale lagana tha Jaha teri bematlab ki baton me Mera kahn gum hojana tha jaha har sapna jee rahe the hum jaha nahi thi kisi ki koi sharam jaha dikhawa koso tak na tha har jagah tha bass pagal pan Aa laut chalein apne ghar Bht lamba hogaya yeh safar jaha jhagde bhi suljhe se the jaha ansun bhi uljhe se the jaha hothon pe muskan bhi thi jaha ankhein kuch naadan bhi thi jaha nanhe kadmon ki awaz bhi thi jaha lori ki chankar bhi thi jaha ghungru si tumari payal bhi thi jaha kangan ki awaz bhi thi jaha hansta hua tera chehra bhi tha jaha ghurti meri ankhein bhi thi jaha band woh darwaze bhi the jaha do **** ek jaan bhi the Aa laut chalein na apne ghar waqai bht lamba ** gaya yeh safar.... waqai bht lamba hogaya yeh safar..!!! ..

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*She was so generous that she left me with innumerable sorrows. I was so selfish that I couldn't give her anything but Love.* El egoísmo *Ella era tan generosa Que me dejó con incontables penas. Yo era tan egoísta Que no le pude dar nada excepto amor.*

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Apr 9, 2014

Apr 9, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC

*She was so generous that she left me with innumerable sorrows. I was so selfish that I couldn't give her anything but Love.* El egoísmo *Ella era tan generosa Que me dejó con incontables penas. Yo era tan egoísta Que no le pude dar nada excepto amor.*

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Dard bhi kya sikandar hai. Is ko na kisi ki fikar, na dar hai. Jab yeh aata hai toh sab bhula deta hai. Jo fateh karle toh kya ummeed kya khwahish hai. Bas dard hi dard hai. Dard se bachna hai. Khushiyaan aati hai toh kisi na kisi dar ke saath. Chhin jaane ka dar, Nazar lag jaane ka dar, Zyaada khush ** liye toh phir baad mein rone ka dar. Lekin dard ko kis cheez ka dar? Jis ka dar tha jab wohi aakar hum se lipat jaaye, toh phir kis baat ka dar? Kitni ajeeb baat hai, aur yeh kaisa mazedaar rishta hai dard aur khushiyon ka. Khushiyaan dard ka veham lekar aati hai, toh dard ki inteha ek dhundla sa daawa khushiyon ka. Lagta toh har kisi ko yahi hai, ke ab is dard se azaadi na mumkin hai. Magar dard hi toh azaadi hai. Yeh khaathma nahin. Yeh toh khaatme ki shakal mein shuruwaat hai ----- ek nayi khushi ki, ek nayi tumhari.

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Sep 11, 2021

Sep 11, 2021 at 7:01 AM UTC

Dard bhi kya sikandar hai. Is ko na kisi ki fikar, na dar hai. Jab yeh aata hai toh sab bhula deta hai. Jo fateh karle toh kya ummeed kya khwahish hai. Bas dard hi dard hai. Dard se bachna hai. Khushiyaan aati hai toh kisi na kisi dar ke saath. Chhin jaane ka dar, Nazar lag jaane ka dar, Zyaada khush ** liye toh phir baad mein rone ka dar. Lekin dard ko kis cheez ka dar? Jis ka dar tha jab wohi aakar hum se lipat jaaye, toh phir kis baat ka dar? Kitni ajeeb baat hai, aur yeh kaisa mazedaar rishta hai dard aur khushiyon ka. Khushiyaan dard ka veham lekar aati hai, toh dard ki inteha ek dhundla sa daawa khushiyon ka. Lagta toh har kisi ko yahi hai, ke ab is dard se azaadi na mumkin hai. Magar dard hi toh azaadi hai. Yeh khaathma nahin. Yeh toh khaatme ki shakal mein shuruwaat hai ----- ek nayi khushi ki, ek nayi tumhari.

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Waqt hi waqt me Waqt ke na sath Na waqt ke Baad Tum kyu itna sochte ** Kyu yakeen se darte ** Kaise yeh aawargi hai Kaisa yeh pagalpan hai Sachhai Ko nazarandaaz kiye Mast magan phirte ** Tanhai ke do Lamhe aur Sadiyon ki pyaas sa samundar Bebasi si chhayi ...neele Aakash me Jaise ki baoli me doob si gayi ek Aahat Ghootan si dhoowaan e sharaab... Waqt se koso dur... Ek ...jindagi...khwaab liye ... Khwaab me intezaar ...aur narazgi khud se... .................aur...madira... mehkhane...me chur Karti... Kaanch ki chubhan....nachti sharaab.......bewaqt Waqt se kusur e ghumsum. ..chup chaap... Ek taraf nazreen jhhuki... Aur jhuki si reh gayi... Aahat e mazburiyaan Aur Dar e Ishqiya... ... ..

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Feb 1, 2018

Feb 1, 2018 at 8:07 AM UTC

Doobti mehfil e khwaab

Waqt hi waqt me Waqt ke na sath Na waqt ke Baad Tum kyu itna sochte ** Kyu yakeen se darte ** Kaise yeh aawargi hai Kaisa yeh pagalpan hai Sachhai Ko nazarandaaz kiye Mast magan phirte ** Tanhai ke do Lamhe aur Sadiyon ki pyaas sa samundar Bebasi si chhayi ...neele Aakash me Jaise ki baoli me doob si gayi ek Aahat Ghootan si dhoowaan e sharaab... Waqt se koso dur... Ek ...jindagi...khwaab liye ... Khwaab me intezaar ...aur narazgi khud se... .................aur...madira... mehkhane...me chur Karti... Kaanch ki chubhan....nachti sharaab.......bewaqt Waqt se kusur e ghumsum. ..chup chaap... Ek taraf nazreen jhhuki... Aur jhuki si reh gayi... Aahat e mazburiyaan Aur Dar e Ishqiya... ... ..

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Saturday 21 nov 2015 Zindagi ka har khwaab pure ** Wo zaruri nahi hota, Khwaishein hai.. bahut saare.. humarae dil me, Jo toote khwaab jaise. Adure khwaab … adure khwaishein jaise, Jo kabhi kisi ke liye maye ne nahi raheta, Or shayed mere liye bhi nahi… Ya dar ne humko rokh rakha hai. Janjiron ne humko baandh rakhi hai… Jaane kya pata hum kabhi janjiron se nikal payenge bhi ya nahi…! Kahete hai waqt hum sabko badal deti hai, Shayed hume bhi…! Kya hum kabhi humare toote khwaab… Khwaishiyon ko puri kar bhi payenge bhi… Ye fhir… sab aduree hi rahe jayegi… Ye toh waqt hi humko batayega..!

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Mar 28, 2016

Mar 28, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC

jhuta khwaab toote khwaishein

Saturday 21 nov 2015 Zindagi ka har khwaab pure ** Wo zaruri nahi hota, Khwaishein hai.. bahut saare.. humarae dil me, Jo toote khwaab jaise. Adure khwaab … adure khwaishein jaise, Jo kabhi kisi ke liye maye ne nahi raheta, Or shayed mere liye bhi nahi… Ya dar ne humko rokh rakha hai. Janjiron ne humko baandh rakhi hai… Jaane kya pata hum kabhi janjiron se nikal payenge bhi ya nahi…! Kahete hai waqt hum sabko badal deti hai, Shayed hume bhi…! Kya hum kabhi humare toote khwaab… Khwaishiyon ko puri kar bhi payenge bhi… Ye fhir… sab aduree hi rahe jayegi… Ye toh waqt hi humko batayega..!

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Nascimento, vida e existência… Nascemos de uma forma sublime que parecendo uma banalidade natural é segundo o meu ponto de vista um milagre em todos os sentidos. Parece que o ventre da mulher foi feito e eleito o local divino para mostrar ao mundo a beleza do nascimento, vida e existência, comprometida com todos aqueles que tiveram o privilégio de um dia nascerem. Nascemos, vivemos e existimos num planeta que procura respostas que não acha para uma imortalidade pedida a preceito em orações, congressos, ou aglomerações de seres que procuram nesta vida um culto a Deus que parece estar para caprichos e devaneios de tantos seres humanos que existem por existir. Nascimento é vida e ao mesmo tempo uma existência comprometida com o universo que é gratuito para todos aqueles que conseguem perceber a magnitude da abundância que nos é dada com o nascimento, vida e existência. Nascemos nus sem nada para oferecer naquele preciso momento alegria a todos aqueles que parecem esperar um Messias salvador e apaziguador de corações por vezes divididos e adulterados com vivências da sua própria vida. - Que recompensa teremos nós depois de deixarmos de existir sob esta forma material que parece ser digna e ao mesmo tempo real? -Será o nascimento o elo principal na vida, na existência e na morte? - Será que Deus através da beleza e complexidade do nascimento quer mostrar ao homem através da sua existência a possibilidade de aspirar com a morte à ressurreição ou melhor a outra forma espiritual de continuar a existir? - Será que não será mais fácil e rápida a morte do que o próprio nascimento? Nascemos, vivemos e existimos num planeta terra maravilhoso regido com mestria por um sábio infinito e Criador que sempre com precisão consegue dar ao ser humano deleites que irão perdurar na nossa vida até ao dia que depois de nascer, viver e existir morremos para ressuscitar no Amor Sublime de Deus nosso Pai. Victor Marques

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Nov 18, 2014

Nov 18, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC

Nascimento, vida e existência

Nascimento, vida e existência… Nascemos de uma forma sublime que parecendo uma banalidade natural é segundo o meu ponto de vista um milagre em todos os sentidos. Parece que o ventre da mulher foi feito e eleito o local divino para mostrar ao mundo a beleza do nascimento, vida e existência, comprometida com todos aqueles que tiveram o privilégio de um dia nascerem. Nascemos, vivemos e existimos num planeta que procura respostas que não acha para uma imortalidade pedida a preceito em orações, congressos, ou aglomerações de seres que procuram nesta vida um culto a Deus que parece estar para caprichos e devaneios de tantos seres humanos que existem por existir. Nascimento é vida e ao mesmo tempo uma existência comprometida com o universo que é gratuito para todos aqueles que conseguem perceber a magnitude da abundância que nos é dada com o nascimento, vida e existência. Nascemos nus sem nada para oferecer naquele preciso momento alegria a todos aqueles que parecem esperar um Messias salvador e apaziguador de corações por vezes divididos e adulterados com vivências da sua própria vida. - Que recompensa teremos nós depois de deixarmos de existir sob esta forma material que parece ser digna e ao mesmo tempo real? -Será o nascimento o elo principal na vida, na existência e na morte? - Será que Deus através da beleza e complexidade do nascimento quer mostrar ao homem através da sua existência a possibilidade de aspirar com a morte à ressurreição ou melhor a outra forma espiritual de continuar a existir? - Será que não será mais fácil e rápida a morte do que o próprio nascimento? Nascemos, vivemos e existimos num planeta terra maravilhoso regido com mestria por um sábio infinito e Criador que sempre com precisão consegue dar ao ser humano deleites que irão perdurar na nossa vida até ao dia que depois de nascer, viver e existir morremos para ressuscitar no Amor Sublime de Deus nosso Pai. Victor Marques

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Dar Al-Hekma University hosted its second fashion show on Sunday that featured the work of its second batch of fashion design undergraduates. The event, titled “Luminosity” was held under the auspices of Princess Reem **** Muhammad Al-Faisal. President of the university Dr. Suhair Hassan Al-Qurashi said: “Providing such events to our students before graduation exposes them to industry leaders of their prospective industries and gives them a head start in their careers. “Dar Al-Hekma University’s students stand out because of the combination of their high caliber and the opportunities the university provides for them.” Along with industry leaders, families of participating students attended. The event started with an opening speech by the department chair for the fashion design program Dina Kattan, who then introduced the sophomore and junior students’ work. Afterward, models wearing three-piece collection garments designed by senior students scheduled to graduate this year took the stage and were graded by four judges. Kattan said: “I am so proud of the work my students presented today; they worked really hard and they deserve a big hand. “Everyone was impressed with the level of creativity and attention to detail they demonstrated.” The judges were Batool Jamjoom, businesswoman in the fashion industry and manager and owner of Jamjoom Fashion House; Amra Alabdalilsharif, director of the innovation and visual merchandising department at Rubaiyyat; Dalal Al-Hasan, a fashion designer; and Aram Kabbani, Dar Al-Hekma alumna and fashion stylist. The grades students received during the fashion show will form part of their final grade. One of the students whose designs were featured at the show, Zahar Algain, said her collection was inspired by Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. “Studying fashion has altered my perspective. I view fashion, in the same way that I view life; it’s a matter of balance and proportions. “My interest in avant-garde fashion has led me to believe in using creativity to solve difficult situations. Algain’s collection was meant to blur the line between art and fashion. “It is inspired by Frida Kahlo but with a fictional twist. “The story behind my collection is a daydream, a magical love story, an artwork; it is splattered with Frida’s colorful soul and spirit.” Following this women only event, Dar Al-Hekma is organizing a one-day fashion design exhibition on Tuesday, which is open to all. The event starts from 7 p.m.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-adelaide | www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC

Dar Al-Hekma’s second fashion show becomes an industry hit

Dar Al-Hekma University hosted its second fashion show on Sunday that featured the work of its second batch of fashion design undergraduates. The event, titled “Luminosity” was held under the auspices of Princess Reem **** Muhammad Al-Faisal. President of the university Dr. Suhair Hassan Al-Qurashi said: “Providing such events to our students before graduation exposes them to industry leaders of their prospective industries and gives them a head start in their careers. “Dar Al-Hekma University’s students stand out because of the combination of their high caliber and the opportunities the university provides for them.” Along with industry leaders, families of participating students attended. The event started with an opening speech by the department chair for the fashion design program Dina Kattan, who then introduced the sophomore and junior students’ work. Afterward, models wearing three-piece collection garments designed by senior students scheduled to graduate this year took the stage and were graded by four judges. Kattan said: “I am so proud of the work my students presented today; they worked really hard and they deserve a big hand. “Everyone was impressed with the level of creativity and attention to detail they demonstrated.” The judges were Batool Jamjoom, businesswoman in the fashion industry and manager and owner of Jamjoom Fashion House; Amra Alabdalilsharif, director of the innovation and visual merchandising department at Rubaiyyat; Dalal Al-Hasan, a fashion designer; and Aram Kabbani, Dar Al-Hekma alumna and fashion stylist. The grades students received during the fashion show will form part of their final grade. One of the students whose designs were featured at the show, Zahar Algain, said her collection was inspired by Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. “Studying fashion has altered my perspective. I view fashion, in the same way that I view life; it’s a matter of balance and proportions. “My interest in avant-garde fashion has led me to believe in using creativity to solve difficult situations. Algain’s collection was meant to blur the line between art and fashion. “It is inspired by Frida Kahlo but with a fictional twist. “The story behind my collection is a daydream, a magical love story, an artwork; it is splattered with Frida’s colorful soul and spirit.” Following this women only event, Dar Al-Hekma is organizing a one-day fashion design exhibition on Tuesday, which is open to all. The event starts from 7 p.m.Read more here:www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-adelaide | www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses

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Chahe aaye aandhi ya fir koi tufaan , Kamzor nahi padegi hamari udaan . Chhaon ** ya kadakti dhoop , Nikhrega hamara naya roop . Lakh mushibat aaye nahi rukenge hum, Badhte jayenge yuhi hum kadam dar kadam, Rastey chahe kitni bhi mushkil kyon na ** Har mushkilo ko chirte hue ek din manzil tk pahuch jayenge hum Bheedh hamesha us raastey par hai chalti , Jahan ** na koi mushkil khadi . Par humne chuna hai raasta alag , Kyunki karna hai humne kuch alag . Itihaas rachna hai tou bhid se alag hona sikho, Paristithio se daro nhi paristithio ko badalna shikho, Ek din wo mukaam tumhe mil hi jayega, Dekh tumhari safalta ko ek din kismat bhi muskurayega, Mehnat ke bal par likhenge khud ki takdeer, Takleef ke hain hum mahaveer. Na chahat hai sitaron ki , Na tamanna hai nazaron ki. Sirf wahi log itihaas rach ke dikhaya hai, Jisne apne taklifon ko gale lagaya hai, whi log asafal rah jate hai, Jo mushkilo se darr tut jate hai, Har mushkil ka saamna kar , Pahuchna hai apni manzil ke shikhar par . Khamoshiyan sabra ka imtehaan ban gayi , Apne man mein Umeed ki jyot jag gayi . Hum wo hai jo Kismat par rote nahi Jo rote hai unke kuchh hote nahi, Mandabuddhi wala einstein tou paper wala kalaam kahlaya, Apne kaarnamo se hai vishwa me ek alag pahchaan banaya, Laakhon kasht aa jaye saamne , Hamara ishwar bada hai us har takleef ke aage . Musibaton se baghna na humne kabhi seekha , Hamari nanhi akhiyon ne bahut kuch hai dekha. Milkar humne ye thana hai, Naam nahi hume etihaas banana hai, Ab kisi bhi mushkil se na darna hai, Kyuki Hume kuchh alag karna hai, Kuchh alag karna hai.. Collab Poem by Sonia Paruthi & Shrivastva MK.....…....✍

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Apr 8, 2018

Apr 8, 2018 at 12:35 AM UTC

HUME KUCHH ALAG KARNA HAI..(COLLAB. POEM)

Chahe aaye aandhi ya fir koi tufaan , Kamzor nahi padegi hamari udaan . Chhaon ** ya kadakti dhoop , Nikhrega hamara naya roop . Lakh mushibat aaye nahi rukenge hum, Badhte jayenge yuhi hum kadam dar kadam, Rastey chahe kitni bhi mushkil kyon na ** Har mushkilo ko chirte hue ek din manzil tk pahuch jayenge hum Bheedh hamesha us raastey par hai chalti , Jahan ** na koi mushkil khadi . Par humne chuna hai raasta alag , Kyunki karna hai humne kuch alag . Itihaas rachna hai tou bhid se alag hona sikho, Paristithio se daro nhi paristithio ko badalna shikho, Ek din wo mukaam tumhe mil hi jayega, Dekh tumhari safalta ko ek din kismat bhi muskurayega, Mehnat ke bal par likhenge khud ki takdeer, Takleef ke hain hum mahaveer. Na chahat hai sitaron ki , Na tamanna hai nazaron ki. Sirf wahi log itihaas rach ke dikhaya hai, Jisne apne taklifon ko gale lagaya hai, whi log asafal rah jate hai, Jo mushkilo se darr tut jate hai, Har mushkil ka saamna kar , Pahuchna hai apni manzil ke shikhar par . Khamoshiyan sabra ka imtehaan ban gayi , Apne man mein Umeed ki jyot jag gayi . Hum wo hai jo Kismat par rote nahi Jo rote hai unke kuchh hote nahi, Mandabuddhi wala einstein tou paper wala kalaam kahlaya, Apne kaarnamo se hai vishwa me ek alag pahchaan banaya, Laakhon kasht aa jaye saamne , Hamara ishwar bada hai us har takleef ke aage . Musibaton se baghna na humne kabhi seekha , Hamari nanhi akhiyon ne bahut kuch hai dekha. Milkar humne ye thana hai, Naam nahi hume etihaas banana hai, Ab kisi bhi mushkil se na darna hai, Kyuki Hume kuchh alag karna hai, Kuchh alag karna hai.. Collab Poem by Sonia Paruthi & Shrivastva MK.....…....✍

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Zindagi me kai ese moke aaenge jab tum apne apko 1 ajib kashmo kash me paoge, Kai viparit paristhityo ka dar tumhe sataega, Kya galat hai kya sahi tumhe kuch smjh nahi aaega, Ye kuch uljhne hai jo har kisi ki Zindagi me alg alg samay pr aati hai Jo ki us waqt pr bhut soch smjhkr kuch faislo se suljhai jati hai Par kya wo faisle lena itna aasan hota hai? Kyu ki wo 1 faisla shyd puri zindagi ko bdl skta hai Har faisle me Kuch panne ki tammana, to kuch khone ka dar to hoga Par un sab raaho me se kisi 1 ko tumhe chunna hoga, Us raah ko chunne ke liye tum Hazaro logo se ray mashwara karte ** Kai baar apne dil ki chod, gairo ki baat par bh yakin karte ** Par smjho is baat ko, ki Hazaro se sunkr bhi tumhara dil kis chiz ko chahta hai Dhundho, Kya hai wo esa jisko tumhara man puri mehnat, lagan aur jazbato k sath karna chahta hai. Kyu ki Sahi to sab kuch hai is duniya me Par tumhare liye kya sahi hai ye tumhi jaan skte ** Apne andar ki kabiliyat ko pehchankar, Mehnat kar apne sapno ko haqueeqat bana skte ** !!

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Dec 27, 2017

Dec 27, 2017 at 6:48 AM UTC

Zindagi me kai ese moke aaenge jab tum apne apko 1 ajib kashmo kash me paoge, Kai viparit paristhityo ka dar tumhe sataega, Kya galat hai kya sahi tumhe kuch smjh nahi aaega, Ye kuch uljhne hai jo har kisi ki Zindagi me alg alg samay pr aati hai Jo ki us waqt pr bhut soch smjhkr kuch faislo se suljhai jati hai Par kya wo faisle lena itna aasan hota hai? Kyu ki wo 1 faisla shyd puri zindagi ko bdl skta hai Har faisle me Kuch panne ki tammana, to kuch khone ka dar to hoga Par un sab raaho me se kisi 1 ko tumhe chunna hoga, Us raah ko chunne ke liye tum Hazaro logo se ray mashwara karte ** Kai baar apne dil ki chod, gairo ki baat par bh yakin karte ** Par smjho is baat ko, ki Hazaro se sunkr bhi tumhara dil kis chiz ko chahta hai Dhundho, Kya hai wo esa jisko tumhara man puri mehnat, lagan aur jazbato k sath karna chahta hai. Kyu ki Sahi to sab kuch hai is duniya me Par tumhare liye kya sahi hai ye tumhi jaan skte ** Apne andar ki kabiliyat ko pehchankar, Mehnat kar apne sapno ko haqueeqat bana skte ** !!

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¿Por qué, por qué tiene que ser así? Esto no es correcto, no para mí. No quiero que me digan que pruebe el “Café de Costa Rica”, los “Bombones de Colombia”, las “Arepas de Venezuela”, las “Carnes de Argentina", las “Pastas italianas”, los “Tacos mexicanos”, la “Tortilla española”, la “Comida china” o la “Pizza con el ingrediente especial de Italia”. No quiero que me digan “Esto está hecho en China” ni “¡Wao! Esto no está hecho en China, está hecho en Taiwan”. No quiero que me digan “Mira este documental de África”, “Que hermosa se ve esa foto de la Torre Eiffel” o “Que alto debe estar ese edificio de New York”. No quiero que me cuenten cómo les fue en su viaje a Europa, su jornada en California o sus problemas mientras estuvieron en Canada. No quiero que me relaten las historias aprendidas durante su tiempo en Egipto o los bailes ensayados mientras estaban en Brasil. No quiero que hablen de su críticas respecto a la cutura de India, de Guyana o de Cuba. No quiero que me describan lo exquisita que estuvo la comida en Perú, en Australia o en República Dominicana. No quiero que me muestren la música de Jamaica o la de Rusia. No quiero que me digan o me enseñen nada, nada más. Quiero yo poder probar los alimentos en su nacionalidad. Quiero sentir el aroma del café en las mañanas durante unas vacaciones en Costa Rica y probar ese toque especial que hace que la pizza en Italia sea diferente a la que acostumbramos a ordenar. Quiero ver cómo hacen los artefactos, estar en China y luego en Taiwan, tener esa experiencia de crear algo. Quiero visitar África y tomar mi propio documental, treparme en ese gigante edificio y apreciar la hermosa vista. Quiero ser yo la que cuente mi experiencia en las calles de Europa, California o Canada. Quiero aprender historias sobre Egipto y sus magníficas esculturas, incluso quiero aprender a darzar como lo hacen en Brasil y cada movimiento perfeccionar. Quiero dar las críticas sobre mis pensamientos hacia dichas culturas, pero con respeto. Quiero describir los suculentos platos y hacer que las personas se los imaginen, de tal manera que hasta en sus paladares puedan sentirlos. Quiero escuchar la música de Jamaica y la de Rusia y si es en vivo, aún mejor, así podré meditarla e interpretarla. Puede sonar un poco alocado y para muchos sin sentido, pero para mí es más que un simple pensamiento o cualquier capricho, son sueños y metas que a diario me propongo. Para ello hay que trabajar duro, pero desde mi niñez me enseñaron que “el que quiere puede, solo hay que perseverar para triunfar”. Sé que algún día lo voy a alcanzar y todos se sorprenderán, cuando con orgullo les relate sobre lo que un día fue “un simple deseo internacional ”.

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Apr 4, 2015

Apr 4, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC

Deseo internacional

¿Por qué, por qué tiene que ser así? Esto no es correcto, no para mí. No quiero que me digan que pruebe el “Café de Costa Rica”, los “Bombones de Colombia”, las “Arepas de Venezuela”, las “Carnes de Argentina", las “Pastas italianas”, los “Tacos mexicanos”, la “Tortilla española”, la “Comida china” o la “Pizza con el ingrediente especial de Italia”. No quiero que me digan “Esto está hecho en China” ni “¡Wao! Esto no está hecho en China, está hecho en Taiwan”. No quiero que me digan “Mira este documental de África”, “Que hermosa se ve esa foto de la Torre Eiffel” o “Que alto debe estar ese edificio de New York”. No quiero que me cuenten cómo les fue en su viaje a Europa, su jornada en California o sus problemas mientras estuvieron en Canada. No quiero que me relaten las historias aprendidas durante su tiempo en Egipto o los bailes ensayados mientras estaban en Brasil. No quiero que hablen de su críticas respecto a la cutura de India, de Guyana o de Cuba. No quiero que me describan lo exquisita que estuvo la comida en Perú, en Australia o en República Dominicana. No quiero que me muestren la música de Jamaica o la de Rusia. No quiero que me digan o me enseñen nada, nada más. Quiero yo poder probar los alimentos en su nacionalidad. Quiero sentir el aroma del café en las mañanas durante unas vacaciones en Costa Rica y probar ese toque especial que hace que la pizza en Italia sea diferente a la que acostumbramos a ordenar. Quiero ver cómo hacen los artefactos, estar en China y luego en Taiwan, tener esa experiencia de crear algo. Quiero visitar África y tomar mi propio documental, treparme en ese gigante edificio y apreciar la hermosa vista. Quiero ser yo la que cuente mi experiencia en las calles de Europa, California o Canada. Quiero aprender historias sobre Egipto y sus magníficas esculturas, incluso quiero aprender a darzar como lo hacen en Brasil y cada movimiento perfeccionar. Quiero dar las críticas sobre mis pensamientos hacia dichas culturas, pero con respeto. Quiero describir los suculentos platos y hacer que las personas se los imaginen, de tal manera que hasta en sus paladares puedan sentirlos. Quiero escuchar la música de Jamaica y la de Rusia y si es en vivo, aún mejor, así podré meditarla e interpretarla. Puede sonar un poco alocado y para muchos sin sentido, pero para mí es más que un simple pensamiento o cualquier capricho, son sueños y metas que a diario me propongo. Para ello hay que trabajar duro, pero desde mi niñez me enseñaron que “el que quiere puede, solo hay que perseverar para triunfar”. Sé que algún día lo voy a alcanzar y todos se sorprenderán, cuando con orgullo les relate sobre lo que un día fue “un simple deseo internacional ”.

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Am crying heena ji Uparo meeh pe reha uparo gaane ewe de lage hoye ne sala sab kuch yaad ayi janda te u nu apne kol na dekh ke jaan nikli ja rahi kai dina to me jaan buj ke nai c likh reha kuj but aj control nai hoea life pata nai ki ban ke reh *** he ewe lagda jiwe kuch matlb hi nai he is life da office jao, ghar aao. Ghar wali naal bi dil ni krda chal nal gal karan da even oh bi ro lai, ki tuci menu pyar nai krde oh is krke roi ki usnu lagda kite me chad na dawa us nu thuhade krde usnu thuhade to bada dar lagda he thuhade naam to bada dar lagda he but me fas gea ha parso sari raat roi gea me. ghar wali us time so rahi c menu pata oh raat kiwe langi meri *** koi value hi nai rakhda *** bilkul dil nai krda sala mausam ewe da ban gea ki rona a gea Thuhade husband nal dekhea c u nu. Soh lage, maran da dil kar reha c. dil kr reha c ki gaddi mara kite le jake fer tuci 7 phase wali market chale gaye uthe tuci mehndi lagwai te me uthi wait kr reha c thuhadi sach kaha me has jarur reha c but andro ro reha c thuhanu dikhana nai c chanda ki me thuhanu dekh lea he menu nai pata ki tuci menu dekhea ya nai but mera koi motive nai c apni shakal dikhan da thuhanu Le lao badle heena ji chup reh ke jeena bada okha he me bi dekhda ha kinni der chup beth sakde ** tuci kinni patients he thuhade wich me bi dekha.

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May 8, 2018

May 8, 2018 at 5:57 AM UTC

Am crying heena ji Uparo meeh pe reha uparo gaane ewe de lage hoye ne sala sab kuch yaad ayi janda te u nu apne kol na dekh ke jaan nikli ja rahi kai dina to me jaan buj ke nai c likh reha kuj but aj control nai hoea life pata nai ki ban ke reh *** he ewe lagda jiwe kuch matlb hi nai he is life da office jao, ghar aao. Ghar wali naal bi dil ni krda chal nal gal karan da even oh bi ro lai, ki tuci menu pyar nai krde oh is krke roi ki usnu lagda kite me chad na dawa us nu thuhade krde usnu thuhade to bada dar lagda he thuhade naam to bada dar lagda he but me fas gea ha parso sari raat roi gea me. ghar wali us time so rahi c menu pata oh raat kiwe langi meri *** koi value hi nai rakhda *** bilkul dil nai krda sala mausam ewe da ban gea ki rona a gea Thuhade husband nal dekhea c u nu. Soh lage, maran da dil kar reha c. dil kr reha c ki gaddi mara kite le jake fer tuci 7 phase wali market chale gaye uthe tuci mehndi lagwai te me uthi wait kr reha c thuhadi sach kaha me has jarur reha c but andro ro reha c thuhanu dikhana nai c chanda ki me thuhanu dekh lea he menu nai pata ki tuci menu dekhea ya nai but mera koi motive nai c apni shakal dikhan da thuhanu Le lao badle heena ji chup reh ke jeena bada okha he me bi dekhda ha kinni der chup beth sakde ** tuci kinni patients he thuhade wich me bi dekha.

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o darling oh wohw ohhh dar-ling oh wohw wohw wohw dahrrr-leeeing some gunman walked into the mall who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for I said Sarah Palin with my cross-hair target I shot Gabby Giffords who saw her fall? I said gun laws people with my little eye I saw her fall who caught her blood? I said Daniel Hernandez who placed pressure to her wound with my finger caught her blood who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll make the shroud? I said Cochise County ranchers pressuring for tougher Mexican border laws I'll make the shroud with my thread and needle who'll interpret what she stood for? I said Tea Party constituents with my pick and shovel I’ll dig her grave who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll be the minister? I said Washington lobbyists with my little book I’ll be the minister who'll be the clerk? I said the media if it's not in the dark I'll be the clerk who'll carry the link I said Twitter I'll fetch it in a minute I'll carry the link who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll be chief mourner? I said American people I mourn for my love I’ll be chief mourner who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll carry the consequence? I said destitute lost their homes to Wall Street banks if it's not through the night I'll carry the moment who'll bear the sadness? We said the world both man and woman We'll bear sadness who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll sing a psalm? I said the poet as she sat on a bush I'll sing a psalm who'll toll the bell? I said factory worker because I can pull I'll toll the bell for all people of the land fell a-sighing a-sobbing when they heard the bell toll for poor Gabby Giffords. who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for some gunman walked into the mall 9 mm Glock in his hand shot a bullet through her head 13 wounded 6 dead including little 9 year old girl Christina-Taylor Green who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for marching bands make me cry i don’t know why they’re so dazzling beautiful fun playing their instruments marching in uniformed unison they melt my heart eyes wet with sadness joy who shot Gabby Giffords? some gunman walked into the mall

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Jan 28, 2011

Jan 28, 2011 at 2:19 AM UTC

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who shot Gabby Giffords

o darling oh wohw ohhh dar-ling oh wohw wohw wohw dahrrr-leeeing some gunman walked into the mall who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for I said Sarah Palin with my cross-hair target I shot Gabby Giffords who saw her fall? I said gun laws people with my little eye I saw her fall who caught her blood? I said Daniel Hernandez who placed pressure to her wound with my finger caught her blood who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll make the shroud? I said Cochise County ranchers pressuring for tougher Mexican border laws I'll make the shroud with my thread and needle who'll interpret what she stood for? I said Tea Party constituents with my pick and shovel I’ll dig her grave who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll be the minister? I said Washington lobbyists with my little book I’ll be the minister who'll be the clerk? I said the media if it's not in the dark I'll be the clerk who'll carry the link I said Twitter I'll fetch it in a minute I'll carry the link who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll be chief mourner? I said American people I mourn for my love I’ll be chief mourner who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll carry the consequence? I said destitute lost their homes to Wall Street banks if it's not through the night I'll carry the moment who'll bear the sadness? We said the world both man and woman We'll bear sadness who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for who'll sing a psalm? I said the poet as she sat on a bush I'll sing a psalm who'll toll the bell? I said factory worker because I can pull I'll toll the bell for all people of the land fell a-sighing a-sobbing when they heard the bell toll for poor Gabby Giffords. who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for some gunman walked into the mall 9 mm Glock in his hand shot a bullet through her head 13 wounded 6 dead including little 9 year old girl Christina-Taylor Green who shot Gabby Giffords? why what’s the reason for marching bands make me cry i don’t know why they’re so dazzling beautiful fun playing their instruments marching in uniformed unison they melt my heart eyes wet with sadness joy who shot Gabby Giffords? some gunman walked into the mall

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Juegas todos los días con la luz del universo. Sutil visitadora, llegas en la flor y en el agua. Eres más que esta blanca cabecita que aprieto como un racimo entre mis manos cada día. A nadie te pareces desde que yo te amo. Déjame tenderte entre guirnaldas amarillas. Quién escribe tu nombre con letras de humo entre las estrellas del sur? Ah déjame recordarte cómo eras entonces, cuando aún no existías. De pronto el viento aúlla y golpea mi ventana cerrada. El cielo es una red cuajada de peces sombríos. Aquí vienen a dar todos los vientos, todos. Se desviste la lluvia. Pasan huyendo los pájaros. El viento. El viento. Yo sólo puedo luchar contra la fuerza de los hombres. El temporal arremolina hojas oscuras y suelta todas las barcas que anoche amarraron al cielo. Tú estás aquí. Ah tú no huyes. Tú me responderás hasta el último grito. Ovíllate a mi lado como si tuvieras miedo. Sin embargo alguna vez corrió una sombra extraña por tus ojos. Ahora, ahora también, pequeña, me traes madreselvas, y tienes hasta los senos perfumados. Mientras el viento triste galopa matando mariposas yo te amo, y mi alegría muerde tu boca de ciruela. Cuanto te habrá dolido acostumbrarte a mí, a mi alma sola y salvaje, a mi nombre que todos ahuyentan. Hemos visto arder tantas veces el lucero besándonos los ojos y sobre nuestras cabezas destorcerse los crepúsculos en abanicos girantes. Mis palabras llovieron sobre ti acariciándote. Amé desde hace tiempo tu cuerpo de nácar soleado. Hasta te creo dueña del universo. Te traeré de las montañas flores alegres, copihues, avellanas oscuras, y cestas silvestres de besos. Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.

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Juegas todos los días con la luz del universo. Sutil visitadora, llegas en la flor y en el agua. Eres más que esta blanca cabecita que aprieto como un racimo entre mis manos cada día. A nadie te pareces desde que yo te amo. Déjame tenderte entre guirnaldas amarillas. Quién escribe tu nombre con letras de humo entre las estrellas del sur? Ah déjame recordarte cómo eras entonces, cuando aún no existías. De pronto el viento aúlla y golpea mi ventana cerrada. El cielo es una red cuajada de peces sombríos. Aquí vienen a dar todos los vientos, todos. Se desviste la lluvia. Pasan huyendo los pájaros. El viento. El viento. Yo sólo puedo luchar contra la fuerza de los hombres. El temporal arremolina hojas oscuras y suelta todas las barcas que anoche amarraron al cielo. Tú estás aquí. Ah tú no huyes. Tú me responderás hasta el último grito. Ovíllate a mi lado como si tuvieras miedo. Sin embargo alguna vez corrió una sombra extraña por tus ojos. Ahora, ahora también, pequeña, me traes madreselvas, y tienes hasta los senos perfumados. Mientras el viento triste galopa matando mariposas yo te amo, y mi alegría muerde tu boca de ciruela. Cuanto te habrá dolido acostumbrarte a mí, a mi alma sola y salvaje, a mi nombre que todos ahuyentan. Hemos visto arder tantas veces el lucero besándonos los ojos y sobre nuestras cabezas destorcerse los crepúsculos en abanicos girantes. Mis palabras llovieron sobre ti acariciándote. Amé desde hace tiempo tu cuerpo de nácar soleado. Hasta te creo dueña del universo. Te traeré de las montañas flores alegres, copihues, avellanas oscuras, y cestas silvestres de besos. Quiero hacer contigo lo que la primavera hace con los cerezos.

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