BULLEH SHAH -poem

RAB BANDE DI JAAT IKKO

JYON KAPADE DI JAT HAI ROON

KAPADE VICH JYON ROON HAI LUKAYE

YOON BANDE VICH TOO 

AAP BOLEN 

AAP BULAVE 

AAP KARE HOON HOON 

The lord and thine  follower are just the same 

As same as the caste of cloth is cotton 

The way the body is enclosed in the fabric

So art thou within thy follower  

Thou are the one who speaks

Thou are the one who invites 

And thou it is within me who heeds the call

TU MANE YA NA MANE DILDARA 

ASAN TE TENNU RAB MANEYA

DAS HOR KEDA RAB DA DAWAARA 

ASAN TE TENNU RAB MANEYA 

APNE TAN KI  KHAAK UDAAYIN 

TAB YE ISHQ KI MANZIL PAAYI 

MERI SANSON KA  BOLE IKTAARA 

ASAN TE TENNU RABB MANEYA 

TUJH BIN JEENA BHI KYA JEENA 

TERI CHAUKHAT MERA MADINA 

KAHIN AUR NA SAJDA GANWARA 

ASAN TE TENNU RABB MANE

HASTE HASTE HAR GHAM SEHANA 

RAAZI TERI RAZA MEIN REHNA 

TUNE MUJHE SIHAYA HAI YARA 

ASAN TE TENNU RABB MANEYA

Bulleh shah- quote

 "................................................................................

But do not break a human heart for that is where God resides."

                                                 -Bulleh Shah

Footnote

 My heart is  likened to rain

 Seeking the tunes of love in the breeze 

To find a lost part unknown but for the pain

And still seeking in laughing crackling of the trees

 The sorrows that come my way

Are the violin strings that set the base 

My demeanor crazy and silly 

All along with the thoughts I forever chase 

I live my life with gratitude

Yet I seek for something more

I ain't sure I can find 

My beloved when I'm gone 

And this note you'll find 

Know that as serious as I was 

Also very much I was fickle in mind 

A moment a sorrow  caught my heart 

Despair writ all over the part 

Times like this that my poems dart 

Then I call upon the divine 

And for the time being am pacified 

I cànt wallow for long in sorrow 

I ain't the one to be of not in cheer for  morrow 

For so much and such I could take no more 

All this and still more to find 

And so I ask to be to self a bit more kind

So as loved ones meet and depart 

The sun ought to shine till the day depart 

My beloved live the generous life in your part 

Before the ages once again anew a start 

 "It changes things,that knowledge. Doesn't it? When what you love gets taken from you, you wanna know the truth."

Credit--- Bourne Supremacy

When the winter is due

How sorry I am

How can I tell you

The autumn leaves have to fall

When the winter is due

The visitors of the garden

Left in search for a different season

The winter is cold and frozen

Snow covered....fàllen leaves, petals strewn

Could it have been worse 

A stone placed on the heart of a rose

A poem desparate for want of words

Has turned into an agony of prose

A loner by the river

Listening to the tunes  

In the pebbles of the water

Searching for the meaning of the runes

The shores being washed again

With every tide of the earth

A respite for the pain 

With every sighing breath

How sorry I am 

How can I tell you 

The autumn leaves have to fall

When the winter is due

A judgement of thoughts

The thoughts my mind could think

the thoughts of someone wise 

with time the very thoughts would change 

and then the very thoughts myself despise 

In the realm of thoughts unknown

I thought of people on the unleash 

and now my thoughts find me there 

and the plight of thoughts the same it were 

The thoughts my mind could think......

Exclaimed l ..What! the souls calling ?

Laughed l....What, the whims of desire!

Mocked I .....What, the pangs of heart !

And now the thoughts of obligations, duties, the shame, the pride 

The thoughts my mind could think.....

And then there goes the thoughts of searching

Of things that ought to nothing

As longer the thoughts linger 

so deeper the pain within

The thoughts my mind could think...

For as the thought-wheel turns around

the strings of space that time  once wound 

Their pain would then be mine, me surround 

When my thoughts homeward bound 

 

The thoughts my mind could think.....

So in thoughts of life's search for merry

on life's path of time and destiny 

has had me thoughts as judged as I 

And judged by same will I be 

The thoughts my mind could think....

A dream called The Aurora Borealis

May it that the heavens grace me to watch

Or may it  through beloved eyes 

Sure am I that  north abode to reach 

In lifetimes  next or this 

A sight of the spectacular Aurora Borealis

May a night sky  I see in the north

And the iced lake beneath 

Amongst the magical trees,

love filled heart and  howling winter breeze 

Whence shall watch the Aurora Borealis 

May a  faraway dream it seems 

But a dream nearer to my heart it is

As to the earth the magnificent sun shares

The sparks of their love in solar flares 

And I dream the Aurora Borealis 

To my Daughters and Sons

As grey strands appear and wrinkles set in

A prayer rises from deep within

For though love seeks the presence near 

It's your joy that's even more dear 

And it's freedom in  every meaning

As the river flows always to the sea 

It rains to quench the all receiving ground 

And the vapours rise in prayers to the sky 

May I see you rise to your dreams

Love that once bound now setting free 

Like a tree rooted in the ground 

To this earth I am bound

And I reminisce the love that transpired 

Though not always been obvious 

In my heart  etched in iron memorized 

Were you close to me my child

Like the sun to me would you provide

But even afar your  soothing happiness

 Like the moonlight would calm my mind 

And so gladly would I take much pride 

Fear not for my plight

For benevolent God fends me 

Despair not in adversity rather rise

And elevate yourself in your destiny

And in it lies my glory

Yearning of a soul

I know not - what shall I asketh of thee O lord

my prayers obscurely piercing the depths of my heart 

probing the meaning of my soul

with some knowing of the mien rarely known

the semblance I refrain from the evanescing zone

 

somewhere in the denial of true credence  

somewhere between my trust flows

through the waters of the divine providence

hitherto there too aporia glides

along with the tears and  fathomless benevolence

 

I ask again incessantly, perpetually through the inestimable sighs

I pray- how do I beseech thee

for  I know not what shall I asketh of thee O lord

the failure of dreams and the dreams of failure

that isn't all that ravages the human soul

 

for what  and what more must I utter sighs

towards the benevolent azure skies

unrelenting  the heart so longs the heart so cries

yet unkown to self are my wants

for I know not what I shall asketh of  thee O lord

 

 

 

 

A silent little prayer

 Teach me O lord how to pray

What all and whatnot to pray

For thou provideth everything

And if I asketh of thee O lord

Is it that I  choose to go astray