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My Music Zeitgeist - 2008

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 09:02:00 +0000

Here is the statistics of the music that I've listened for the year 2008. Statistics has been collected using Mediamonkey player along with extension Play History & Stats. Click on image to vie larger version.

Overall

Top 25 Songs

Top 25 Artists

Top 25 Genres

जुम्बिशे लब - 51

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 10:56:00 +0000

तसव्वुर (Imagination) में मेरे वो युं आ रहे है,
निगाहे झुकाये हैं शरमा रहे है.

सरे बझम (भरी महफिल), राजो नियाझे मुहब्बत,
निगाहों निगाहोंमें समझा रहे है.

अयां झरें झरेंसे हैं उनका झलवा,
निगाहोंके परदे उठे जा रहे हैं.

झमाना है महवे (तल्लीन) तमाशाए झलवा,
हुझुमे (Crowd) नज़र से वो गभरा रहे है.

वफाओसे नाआश्ना है वही जो,
मेरी ज़िन्दगी की तमन्ना रहे है.

कभी बनकर आये थे इशत (साक्षात) मुजस्सम (खुशी),
वही दिल मेरा तोड़ कर जा रहे है.

'ज़ाहिर'! उनकी फुरकत (जुदाई) गवारा नहीं है,
खुदारा न कहिये के वो जा रहे है.

जुम्बिशे लब - 49

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Sun, 06 Jul 2008 05:51:00 +0000

अय दिल! इस दर्जा बेकरार है क्युं,
वो न आयेंगे, इंतज़ार है क्युं.

जिसने वादा कभी वफ़ा न कीया,
उस सितमगरका ऐतबार है क्युं.

कोई असबाब दिल दहीके नहीँ,
जिंदगी! फीर भी तुझसे प्यार है क्युं.

कौन आकर चला गया, अय दिल!
चाँदनी रात सोगवार है क्युं.

उनसे पहेली सी रस्मो रह भी नहीँ,
दिल मुहब्बत्में अश्कबार है क्युं.

हर तरफ है उदासीयांका हूजूम,
खल्वते इश्क सोगवार है क्युं.

मुझको शक्वा नही सितमका 'ज़हीर',
अपने दिलमें वो शर्मसार है क्युं.

What am I doing wrong?

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Wed, 25 Jun 2008 09:32:00 +0000

Craigslist Ad, Posted by the enterprising young woman

N.Y. Woman's Question:

What am I doing wrong?

Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful (spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy. I'm not from New York . I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think I'm overreaching at all.

Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around 200 - 250. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won't get me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she's not as pretty as I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I get to her level?

Here are my questions specifically:

- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars, restaurants, gyms

-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my

feelings

-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?

- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east side so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What's the story there?

- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?

- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for MARRIAGE ONLY

Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a nice home and hearth.

Answer from Rob Campbell:

I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament. Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I see it.

Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a cr@ppy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't be getting any more beautiful!

So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!

So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense to "buy you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.

Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So, I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful" as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.

By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.

With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way. Classic "pump and dump."

I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of lease, let me know.

Here are the links

1. http://dealbreaker.com/2007/10/that_craigs...ne_pos.php#more

2. http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2007/10/in_ec...u_are_a_de.html

3. http://nymag.com/daily/intel/2007/10/rob_c...tal_sexist.html

Sila yoon apani mohabbat ka

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Fri, 22 Feb 2008 09:29:00 +0000

You need hindi font to read it.

सिला युं अपनी मोहब्बत का, पा लिया मैंने,

वो संगदिल था, उसे भी रुला दिया मैंने.

तेरे फिराकमेँ क्या कुछ न दिलपे बीत गई,

उठाये सदमे बहोत ज़हरे गम पिया मैने.

सुकूत (खामोशी) बझमका (महेफिल) दस्तूर तु नहीं लेकिन् ,

ना पूछो, किस लिए होंटों को सी लीया मैने.

गुझारी युं भी कईँ इंतज़ारकी घडिया,

चरागे शमा जला कर, बुझा दिया मैने.

निगाहें दोस्तमें हो मेरे फ़नकी (Quality/Skills) किमत क्या,

बसद खुलूस (सचमुच) जिगर अपना खू किया मैने.

'ज़ाहिर' चाके गरीबाँ तो सबके सी डाले,

मगर न चाके दिल अपना रफू किया मैने.

Jisan

Ab to apne hai ki

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Wed, 02 Jan 2008 03:38:00 +0000

Ab to apne hai ki apne nahi lagte yaaro,

Pahle gairon mein bhi apnon ka bharam hota tha,
Abb toh yaaron se bhi milne ki koi aas nahin,
Pehle to dushman se bhi milne ka dharam hota tha.

Wish you all Happy New Year. Have a great time.

ये वक़्त क्या है?

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Sat, 01 Dec 2007 18:33:00 +0000

Amazing creation of Javed Akhtar, really thoughtful. I read it in regional newspaper, converted using Google Indic Transliteration.

ये वक़्त क्या है?
ये क्या है आख़िर की जो
मुसलसल (continuous) गुजर रहा है
ये जब न गुजरा था,
तब कहा था?
कही तो होगा...
गुजर गया है
तो अब कहा है
कही तो होगा
कहा से आया किधर गया है
ये कब से कब तक का सिलसिला है
ये वक़्त क्या है?
ये वाक़ये,
हादसे
तसादुम (battle/collision?), हर एक गुम
और हर एक मसर्रत (happiness)
हर एक अझीयत (pain)
हर एक लज्जत
हर एक तब्बस्सुम (smile)
हर एक आंसू, हर एक नगमा
हर एक खुशबू
वो ज़ख्म का दर्द हो
की वो लम्स (touch) का जादू
ख़ुद अपनी आवाझ हो
की माहौल की सदाए
ये जहन मे बनती और
बिगड़ती हुयी फिज़ायेँ
वो फिक्र मी आए झलझले (earth quack) हो
की दिल की हलचल
तमाम अहेसास, सारे जझ्बे
ये जैसे पत्ते है
बहते पानी की सतह पर
जैसे तैरते है
अभी यहा है, अभी वहां है
और अब है औझल
दिखाई देते! नही है लेकिन
ये कुछ तो है
जो की बह रहा है
ये कैसा दरिया है
किन पहाडोँ से आ रहा है
ये किस समंदर को जा रहा है
ये वक़्त क्या है?
कभी कभी में ये सोचता हूं
की चलती गाड़ी से पेड़ देखो
तो ऐसा लगता है
दूसरी सम्त (डायरेक्शन) जा रहे है
मगर हकीक़त में
पेड़ अपनी जगह खड़े है
तो क्या ये मुमकिन है
सारी सदियाँ
कतार अंदर कतार
अपनी जगह खड़ी हो
ये वक़्त साकित (still) हो
और हम ही गुजर रहे हो!
इस एक लम्हें में सारे लम्हें
तमाम सदिया छुपी हूई हों
न कोई आइंदा (future)
न गुजिश्तां (Past)
जो हों चुका है
वो हों रहा है
जो होनेवाला है
हों रहा है
में सोचता हूँ
की ये क्या मुमकिन है
सच ये हों
की सफर मे हम है
गुजरते हम हैं
जिसे समजते है हम गुजरता है
वो थमा है
गुजरता है या थमा हुआ है
इकाई है या बँटा हुआ है
हे मुजमिंद (Frozen)
या पिघल रहा है
किसे ख़बर है, किसे पता है
ये वक़्त क्या हैं
ये काइनाते अझीम (Universe)
लगता है अपनी अज़मत (greatness) से
आज भी मुतमइन (Satisfied) नही है
की लम्हा लम्हा
वसीइतर और वसीइतर (huge)
होती जा रही है
ये अपनी बाहें पसारती है
ये कह्कशांओ (Milky Way) की
उंगलियों से
नए खालाओ (Galaxies) को
छु रही है
अगर ये सच है
तो हर तसव्वुर (imagination) की
हद से बाहर
मगर कहीं पर
यकीनन ऐसा कोई खला है
की जिस को इन कह्कशांओ की
उंगलियों ने
अब तक छुआ नही है
खला, जहा कुछ हुआ नही है
खला की जिसने किसी से भी
'कुन' (God's command to create universe,ref: Quran)
नहीँ सुना है
जहां अभी तक खुदा नहीं है
वहां कोई वक़्त भी न होगा
ये काइनाते अझीम इक दिन
छुएगी उस उन्छुए खला को
और अपने सारे वजूद से
जब पुकारेगी 'कुन'
तो वक़्त को भी जन्म मिलेगा
अगर जनम है तो मौत भी है
में सोचता हूँ, ये सच नहीँ है
की वक़्त की कोई इब्तिदा (beginning) है
न इन्तहा (end) है
ये डोर लंबी बहुत है लेकिन
कहीं तो इस डोर का सिरा है
अभी ये इन्सां उलझ रहा है
की वक़्त के इस कफस (Cage) में
पैदा हुआ
यहीँ वो पला बढ़ा है
मगर उसे इल्म हों गया है
की वक़्त के इस कफस के बहार भी
एक फिझा है
तो सोचता है, पूछता है
ये वक़्त क्या है?

Kismat - Kumar Sanu - Kismat ka to yehi fasana hai

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 20:25:00 +0000

This is a title song from old serial 'Kismat' by Kumar Sanu, one of my favorite song. listen to it.

Ishq karane walo ko deewana kahe diya

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 02:40:00 +0000

Ishq karane walo ko deewana kahe diya,
Shama par jalne walo ko parwana kahe diya,

Mohabbat ko dafanaya paththar ke niche,
Aur logo ne use taj mahal kahe diya.

My Desk

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Sun, 07 Oct 2007 16:42:00 +0000

Friendship and Love

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 13:16:00 +0000

Friendship

this is the word guys use to start love.

and this is the same word girls use to end love.

Maut ki gowd mein jab sona hoga

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 13:01:00 +0000

Maut ki gowd mein jab sona hoga
na koi takiya na hi koi bichona hoga
hum honge bas hamari tanhaayi hogi
aur kabaristann ka ek chota sa kona hoga.

Masoom Mohabbat ka Fasana

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Thu, 27 Sep 2007 12:55:00 +0000

Masoom si Mohabbat ka bus itna sa Fasana hai
Kagaz ki Haweli hai, Baarish ka Zamaana hai

Kya Shart-e-Mohabbat hai, kya Shart-e-Zamana hai
Aawaz bhi Zakhmi hai aur wo Geet bhi gana hai

Uss paar utrne ki Umeed boht kam hai
Kashti bhi Puraani hai, Toofaan bhi aana hai

Samajhe ya na samjhe wo Andaaz-e-Mohabbat ka
Ek khaas ko Aankhon se ek sher sunaana hai

Bholi si ada, koi phir Ishq ki Zid per hai
Phir Aag ka Darya hai.. Aur Doob ke jana hai

Ye Jo Halka Halka Suroor Hai (1 Hr 8 Mins)

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 02:30:00 +0000

Nusrat Khan at his best... every second is worth listening to.

Audio is ripped from his performance at Wallace Lawley Centre, Lozells Birmingham, November 1983.

Click here to watch him Live!

Ye Jo Halka Halka Suroor Hai

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Wed, 19 Sep 2007 02:23:00 +0000

saaqii kii har nigaah pe bal khaa ke pii gayaa
lehroN se kheltaa hu’aa lehraa ke pii gayaa

In awe of every glance of the cup-bearer, I drank
I drank playing with the waves of joy.

ai rahmat-e-tamaam merii har Khataa mu’aaf
maiN intihaa-e-shauq meN ghabraa ke pii gayaa

O all-merciful! Please forgive all my wrongs
I drank confounded by the extreme desire.

piitaa baGhair izn ye kab thii meri majaal
dar-pardaa chashm-e-yaar kii shah paa ke pii gayaa

I do not dare to drink without permission
but the patronage of veiled eyes of my beloved beckoned.

zaahid ye merii shoKhii-e-rindaanaa dekhnaa
rahmat ko baatoN baatoN meN bahlaa ke pii gayaa

O abstinent! Look at the mischievousness of my drinking
I drank by befriending the forgiveness [of God].

uudii uudii ghaataa’eN aatii haiN
mutriboN kii navaa’eN aatii haiN

Purple clouds are over-cast
and the sound of music is all around.

kis ke gesuu khule haiN saavan meN
mahkii mahkii havaa’eN aatii haiN

Whose tresses are open in the rains?
The winds are perfumed.

aao sah’n-e-chaman meN raqs kareN
saaz lekar ghaataa’eN aatii haiN

Let us dance in the garden courtyard
the clouds brought music [with them].

dekh kar unkii ankhRiyoN ko “Adam”
maikadoN ko havaa’eN aatii haiN

After seeing her eyes O Adam!
I can feel the ambience of tavern.

paas rahtaa hai duur rahtaa hai
ko’ii dil meN zaruur rahtaa hai

Near and far, somebody lives
somebody do lives in my heart.

jab se dekhaa hai unkii aaNkhoN ko
halkaa halkaa suruur rahtaa hai

From the time I have seen her eyes
I remain mildly intoxicated.

aise rehte haiN vo mere dil meN
jaise zulmat meN nuur rahtaa hai

My beloved lives in my heart, like
light lives in darkness.

ab “Adam” kaa vo haal hai har qadam
mast rahtaa hai chuur rahtaa hai

“Adam” is of such a disposition that at every step
he remains intoxicated and ecstatic.

ye jo halkaa halkaa suruur hai
ye terii nazar kaa qusuur hai
ke sharaab piina sikha diyaa

This mild intoxication
is because of your eyes,
that taught me drinking.

tere pyaar ne terii chaah ne
teri bahkii bahkii nigaah ne
mujhe ek sharaabii bana diyaa

Your love and your longing,
your intoxicating glances
made me a drunkard.

sharaab kaisii, Khumaar kaisaa
ye sab tumharii navaazisheN haiN
pilaayii hai kis nazar se tuune
ke mujhko apnii Khabar nahiiN hai

What wine, what intoxication
all this is [due to] your kindness.
You served me [wine] with your eyes such
that I have forgotten myself.

saaraa jahaaN mast, jahaaN kaa nizaam mast
din mast, raat mast, saher mast, shaam mast
mast shiisha, mast subuu, mast jaam mast
hai terii chashm-e-mast se har Khaas-o-aam mast

The whole world is ecstatic, the order of the world is ecstatic.
The day is ecstatic, so is dawn and so is evening.
The glass, cup and wine are all ecstatic.
Because of your intoxicating eyes, everyone and everything is ecstatic.

ye jo saaqii har tarah kii tere maiKhaane meN hai
vo bhii thoRii sii jo in aaNkhon ke paimaane meN hai

Of all the wines you have in your tavern
serve me a little from your eyes.

sab samajhtaa huuN terii ish (??) nazar ai saaqii
kaam kartii hai nazar, naam hai paimaane kaa

I understand your alluring glances
that cause intoxication, instead of wine.

teraa pyaar hai bas merii zindagii

Only your love is my life.

na namaaz aatii hai mujhko na vuzuu aataa hai
sajdaa kar letaa huuN jab saamne tuu aataa hai

Neither I know prayers nor ablutions,
I prostate whenever you come in front of me.

maiN azal se bandaa-e-ishq huuN
mujhe zuhd-o-kufr kaa Gham nahiiN
mere sar ko dar teraa mil gayaa
mujhe ab talaash-e-haram nahiiN

I am a follower of love since the beginning of life
[and] I do not care for piousness or irreligiousness.
My head has found your house,
now I do not search for the mosque.

merii bandagii hai vo bandagii
jo ba-qaid-e-dair-o-haram nahiiN
mera ek nazar tumheN dekhnaa
baa-Khudaa namaaz se kam nahiiN

My devotion is such devotion
that is not bound by the mosque and the temple.
When I see you once
by God, it is no less than a prayer.

teraa pyaar hai bas merii zindagii

Only your love is my life.

qayaamat meN teraa daaGh-e-muhabbat lekar uThuungaa
terii tasviir us dam bhii kaleje se lagii hogii

On the day of judgment, I would rise with the scars of your love
your image would be clinging to my heart on that day.

kyunkii

because

teraa pyaar hai bas merii zindagii

Only your love is my life.

terii yaad hai merii bandagii
jo terii Khushii, vo merii Khushii
ye mere junuuN kaa hai mo’jizaa
jahaaN apne sar ko jhukaa diyaa
vahaaN maine Kaaba banaa diyaa

Your remembrance is my prayer
[and] your wish is my wish.
This is the miracle of my frenzy
that where ever I prostrated
a mosque was made there.

mere baad kisko sataaoge?

On whom would you inflict pain after me?

Dil-jaloN se dil-lagii acchii nahiiN
rone vaaloN se haNsii acchii nahiiN
dillagii hii dillagii meN dil gayaa

It is not nice to play with the emotions of sufferers,
it is not good to laugh at the mourners.
I lost my heart in [just in] play.

O! meraa dil gayaa, dil gayaa, dil gayaa

O my heart is gone!

Khudaa ke liye apnii nazroN ko roko varnaa
meraa dil gayaa, dil gayaa, dil gayaa

For God’s sake change your glances, else
my heart is gone.

merii tarah Khudaa kare teraa kisii pe aaye dil
tuu bhii kalejaa thaam ke kahtaa phire ke haaye dil

I pray to God that you also fall in love with someone
and suffer in separation with hands on your heart.

meraa dil gayaa, dil gayaa, dil gayaa

My heart is gone.

dillagii hii dillagii meN dil gayaa
dil lagaane ka natiijaa mil gayaa
maiN to rotaa huuN ke meraa dil gayaa
tum kyuuN hanste ho tumheN kyaa mil gayaa?

I lost my heart just in fun
and got the measure of falling in love.
I cry because my heart is lost
[but] why do you laugh, what did you get?

acchaa phir…..

Okay then…..

mere baad kisko sataaoge?
mujhe kis tarah se miTaaoge?
kahaaN jaa kar tiir chalaaoge?
merii dostii kii balaayeN lo
mujhe haath uThaa kar du’aaeN do
tumheN ek qaatil banaa diyaa

To whom would you inflict pain after me?
How would you take me out of your life?
Where would you cast those arrow-like glances?
Value my friendship
[that] helped you to gain murderous charm.

mujhe dekho Khvaaish-e-jaan-e-jaaN
maiN vohii huuN “Anwar”-e-niim jaaN
tumheN itnaa hosh thaa jab kahaaN
na chalaao is tarah tum zubaaN
karo meraa shukriyaa meh’rbaaN
tumheN baat karnaa sikhaa diyaa

Watch me, O my desire of life!
I am the same suffering “Anwar”
You were not even in your senses at that time
[so] don’t argue with me in such a manner
[but] offer thanks to me
that I helped you articulate yourself.

Note: Anwar is the name of the poet.

ye jo halkaa halkaa suruur hai
ye terii nazar kaa qusuur hai
ke sharaab piina sikha diyaa

This mild intoxication
is because of your eyes,
that taught me drinking.

Lyrics: Jigar Moradabadi, Abdul Hameed Adam, Anwar Jogi

कर ना सके हम प्यार का सौदा, कीमत ही कुछ ऐसी थी

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Tue, 18 Sep 2007 02:56:00 +0000

कर ना सके हम प्यार का सौदा, कीमत ही कुछ ऐसी थी
जीती बाज़ी हार गये हम, किस्मत ही कुछ ऐसी थी

कोई न समज़े कोई न जाने कैसी ये मजबुरी है
पास है एक दुजे के कितने फीर भी कितनी दूरी है
आंखो में आंसु के है कतरें, होठो पे खामोशी है

हस न सके हम, रो न सके हम, हालत ही कुछ ऐसी थी
जीती बाज़ी हार गये हम, किस्मत ही कुछ ऐसी थी

एक तरफ़ है प्यार का दामन, एक तरफ है फर्ज़ मेरा
सोच रहा हुं कैसे चुकाउं ए झिंदगानी कर्ज़ तेरा
देखो ज़रा किस मोड पे लाये ये ज़ालिम हालात मेरे

हमको मिली ना तुमको मिली, वो चाहत ही कुछ ऐसी थी
जीती बाज़ी हार गये हम, किस्मत ही कुछ ऐसी थी

अताउल्लाह खान

કેટલી સરસ મુલાકાત હતી

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Mon, 03 Sep 2007 16:40:00 +0000

કેટલી સરસ મુલાકાત હતી
જાણે કયામત ની રાત હતી

અમારી આંખો ને એમનો ઇંતજાર
ને એમનો પાછળથી કરેલો સાદ
આટલી તો સરસ શરુઆત હતી

ચાંદ, તારા અને પ્રાર્થનાનો સૂર
એમનો સંગાથ, ને ઝાંઝરનો ઝંકાર
જાણે આખી કાયનાત સાથ હતી

અમે તો બસ કહ્યાજ કર્યુ
એમણે તો બસ સાંભળ્યા જ!!
જાણે વર્ષોની કોઇ વાત હતી

ના કોઇ કોલ, ના કોઇ વાયદા
ના એમણે પુછયુ, ના અમે
આટલી તો સરસ રજુઆત હતી

નામ વગર નો રીશ્તો બાંધ્યો,
અને એને પુરી કરવાની પ્રતિજ્ઞા
આતો કેવી અમારી શાલીનતા હતી?

કોને જોઇએ છે જીદંગી ભરનો સાથ
"દીપ" તો જીવી ગયો એક પળમા
એમના સ્પર્શની તો કરામત હતી

'હા' કે 'ના' નો સવાલ જ કયા છે
જવાબ તો અમે જાણતાજ હતા
બસ,આ મારી છેલ્લી મુલાકાત હતી

Have you ever watched kids

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Sat, 01 Sep 2007 04:46:00 +0000

Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.

Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed

With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?

And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say,"Hi"
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.

The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.

Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

આશાઓ પર પાણી ફરી જતાં વાર નથી લાગતી

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Sat, 01 Sep 2007 04:42:00 +0000

આશાઓ પર પાણી ફરી જતાં વાર નથી લાગતી,
કિનારે આવી ડૂબી જતાં વાર નથી લાગતી.

જીતનો જલસો માનવાની ઉતાવળ ન કર,
જીતેલી બાજી હારી જવામાં વાર નથી લાગતી.

તારી ઊંચાઇનું નાહક અભિમાન ન કર,
કે મિનારોને તૂટી જવામાં વાર નથી લાગતી.

બાંધ્યો છે માળો તો જરા દિલથી જતન કર,
કે માળાને પીંખાઇ જતાં વાર નથી લાગતી.

માણી લે હર એક પળ તું આજે,
આંખોને મિંચાઇ જતાં વાર નથી લાગતી.

માણસ

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Tue, 28 Aug 2007 02:15:00 +0000

હૈયે તો છું પણ હોઠેથી ભુલાઈ ગયેલો માણસ છું,
હું મારા ડાબા હાથે કયાંક મુકાઈ ગયેલો માણસ છું.

પાણીમાં પડેલા કાગળના અક્ષર જેવા છે સ્વાસ બધા,
જીવું છું ઝાંખુ પાંખુ હું ભૂંસાઈ ગયેલો માણસ છું.

- રાજેશ મિસ્કીન

ન આવ્યું આંખમાં આંસુ, વ્યથાએ લાજ રાખી છે

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Sat, 18 Aug 2007 03:27:00 +0000

ન આવ્યું આંખમાં આંસુ, વ્યથાએ લાજ રાખી છે,
દવાની ગઇ અસર ત્યારે, દુવા એ લાજ રાખી છે.

તરસનું માન સચવાયું ફક્ત, તારા વચન ઉપર,
સમયસર આભથી વિખરી, ઘટાએ લાજ રાખી છે.

ઘણું સારું થયું આવ્યા નહીં, મિત્રો મને મળવા,
અજાણે મારી હાલતની, ઘણા એ લાજ રાખી છે.

પડી 'કૈલાસ'ના શબ પર, ઉડીને ધૂળ ધરતીની,
કફન ઓઢાળીને મારી, ખુદાએ લાજ રાખી છે

Koi

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Wed, 15 Aug 2007 04:26:00 +0000

ક્યાંક ધોધમાર વરસાદ વરસી જાય છે,
ક્યાંક એક બુંદની તરસ રહી જાય છે,
કોઇને મળે છે હજાર બહાના પ્રેમમાં,
તો કોઇ એક ચહેરા માટે તરસી જાય છે...

Maine dil diya, Pyaar ki hadh thi

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Mon, 13 Aug 2007 03:53:00 +0000

Maine dil diya, Pyaar ki hadh thi
Maine jaan di, Aitbaar ki hadh thi
Mar gaye hum, Khuli rahi aankhen
Yeh mere intezaar ki hadh thi.

I gave my heart; that was the height of love.
I put my life in his hands; that was the height of trust.
I died, but my eyes refused to close.
That was the height of waiting.

- Sher of qawwali by great Aziz Mian Qawwal - (Teri Soorat Nigahon Mein)

Kon Khudane pooche che...

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Tue, 12 Jun 2007 15:00:00 +0000

કોણ ભલાને પૂછે છે ? અહીં કોણ બૂરાને પૂછે છે ?
મતલબથી બધાને નિસ્બત છે, અહીં કોણ ખરાને પૂછે છે ?
અત્તરને નીચોવી કોણ પછી ફૂલોની દશાને પૂછે છે ?
સંજોગ ઝુકાવે છે નહીંતર અહીં કોણ ખુદાને પૂછે છે ?

Mere des ki roti

noreply@blogger.com (jisan) — Mon, 28 May 2007 07:28:00 +0000

waiting for good caption.