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Five Philosophies of life

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 10:07:00 +0000

"DON'T LET SOMEONE BECOME A PRIORITY IN YOUR LIFE...

WHEN YOU ARE JUST AN OPTION FOR THEM....."

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"NEVER CRY FOR ANY RELATION IN LIFE

BECAUSE FOR THE ONE WHOM YOU CRY

DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS

AND THE ONE WHO DESERVES

WILL NEVER LET YOU CRY......... ........ "

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TREAT EVERYONE WITH POLITENESS

EVEN THOSE WHO ARE RUDE TO YOU,

NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT NICE

BUT BECAUSE YOU ARE NICE........ .......... ......

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NEVER SEARCH YOUR HAPPINESS

IN OTHERS

WHICH WILL MAKE YOU
FEEL ALONE,

RATHER SEARCH IT IN YOURSELF

YOU WILL FEEL HAPPY

EVEN IF YOU ARE LEFT ALONE....... .......... ......

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HAPPINESS ALWAYS LOOKS SMALL

WHEN WE HOLD IT IN OUR HANDS.

BUT WHEN WE LEARN TO

SHARE IT,

WE REALIZE HOW BIG AND PRECIOUS IT IS! ............ ....

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silent tears

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:36:00 +0000

So what if today we are far apart
U still reside in the hidden corner of my heart
So what if u don’t treat me as a friend any more?
I am learning to smile again; I will be successful for sure,
Whenever I miss u, I just get lost in memories of olden days
I still remember those lovely days, when in ur arms I use to lay

So easily u moved on n now u treat me as stranger
Still i tried to help u out but then u took me as a challenger
Sometimes I feel so hurt that I lock myself in room n loudly I shout
Its u who was wrong, its u who lied, n then its u who have doubts?
My poems were never to blame u, they were just my feeling’s portray
Its u who played with my feeling, then why cant I call ur fake love a betray?

Sometimes I curse my fate, because I met u, because I loved u
My feelings were true, tell me, that’s why am i in blues?
Today, i try to run away from this feeling called love.
Because a heartless person came in my life n acted like a dove,

But the bitter truth is, I am still in love with you
I still wish to spend some moments even if they r few
I cry a lot then try to find u in my tears………….
That crying never gave me pain but brought both of us near
Perhaps unconsciously I am trying to dream of that time
When world will be beautiful, I will be yours n u will be mine
You will be mine……………
You will be mine…………….
You will be mine……………
You will be mine…………….

To My Dear and Loving Husband

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:33:00 +0000

To My Dear and Loving Husband
by Anne Bradstreet

If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee.
If ever wife was happy in man,
Compare with me, ye women, if you can..

I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompence..

Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.
Then while we live, in love let's so perservere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever.

This poem is dedicated to my LOVE

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 19:27:00 +0000

"Yesterday when i was lonely sitting writing some notes,
i felt a breeze passing through the net of my hairs,
i felt as if it whishpered something in my ears,
which i cudnt recall although i tried alot....
i closed my eyz for a min,
i saw a picture of a face in my eyes,
in search for that i opened my eyes,
but i was unable to see anyone arround

in the garden while moving through soft grasses,
i felt as if someone i smoving my side,
touching my shoulders,holding my hands,
but when i wanted to find:who was it
i wa sunable to find him.

yesterday when i was lonely sitting.
a breeze moved trough my ears
shaking my ear rings....
which madea sweet soft note of love,
i felt as if u have shaken my ear rings,
as it was moving with so much pleasure,
kissing my cheeks,

then when i stopped writing...
i understood itz my dream,
thats want to hold ur picture
itz my imagination,
thats want to imagine u and only u
itz my feelings,
thats want to feel ur touch.......

This Poem is dedicated to .....My Sayang

You remind me of a flower,
Pretty, inside and outside.
A reason why people smile everyday,
A gift to all.

You remind me of chocolate,
Luscious and sweet.
Someone people can turn to in crisis,
Loved by all.

You remind me of a teddy,
Cute and huggable.
Someone people feel comfortable with,
Special to all.

You remind me of a balloon,
Happy and bouncy.
Someone people can have fun with,
Enjoyed by all.

You remind me of a lot of things,
But nothing can compare to the real person,
A friend I can look up to,
Cherished by me.

Say....this is for u ....

Why Are You So Special To Me...

Because you sense the feelings
behind the words.

Because you always see something
positive in me.

Because you are never fake but are always
honest with me.

Because you are a rare combination
of strength and sensitiveity.

Because you are not afraid to step out
into the unknown.

And most of all because I have the privilege
of calling you friend.

one last painful hug goodbye
one last passionate kiss and tear stained eyes
you turned and walked away
but your memories were here to stay

your face tattooed to my mind
your love i can no longer find
your words repeat in my head
your the reason for all my tears shed

my souls now hollow
my minds lost in all of its sorrow
I'm now haunted by your ghost
you were what i needed most

the memories of that one last painful night
when i lost this fight
i was blinded by your lies
you told me this love would never die

you held me close
you told me i was the one you wanted most
you said you'd never let these feelings die
every thing you said was just a lie

Against my Feelings

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 18:45:00 +0000

A rush of emotions went down her throat,

She couldn’t understand why they wanted to float…

They asked her to release them, to breathe life outside her,

She laughed and said it was but just a moment of spur.

She took them out, showed them around…

And as quietly as she shut them back in her world,

They screamed, they cried, and they hurled.

They said they would rebound,

That a way should be found,

To lure her, to cure her,

To have her live her life w/o any err.

And she took her chances, and she played the game,

She went in and in came the rising flame.

Sudden urge of holding him tight,

Sudden urge of doing everything right,

Wishing he understood, wishing he cared

She stood for while until he disappeared…

With a heavy heart and sadness,

She decides to be free and let go of the madness.

It’s best to not feel (she felt)

And this way she refused to deal.

A heart already had a stain

Who refused to live any other pain.

She got back living in the inner apartment of her heart,

Closed and shut from the start…

They would rise again, she knew,

How she would fight them, she didn’t have a clue.

She now waits, watches her door,

Next time they come, she'd know: if to let them win or keep them ashore.

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The destiny is far away

Where dreams cannot sway,

Desires wait long under the shades of tree

Spell comes and goes

Taking away the sun which had once shone,

Compassion is all I get,

Engulfed in pain,

I pass through a gloomy lane,

No one can see the storm in my pacific heart,

Each moment it melts,

Each moment it dies,

When it sees two hearts happily in paradise,

You’re becoming an illusion now,

For I am like a fading star,

Shining from a sky-made just a little bit too far.

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Deep in the darkness of this void I stand,

Waiting, waiting for something that never comes,

I may get engulfed in it,

I may get buried,

For here I was left,

Somewhere in the middle of somewhere,

Dark night, broken lamps, empty roads,

Calling me from here is my own voice, is my own soul,

I look back; I see a shadow,

I look ahead, I see my pain,

Screams of silence follow me around,

I tried to run away,

It followed me everywhere.

Tears trickle down w/o a cause,

Life now seems to have come to a pause,

But I stay silent, waiting…

I stay without words, waiting…

I stay in outside peace with a churl of un-understood emotions inside me...waiting...

It's a conflict of mind. It's a conflict of heart. It's a conflict of my soul.

But I wait; wait for something, something to give me hope.

And so I wait with my hope dangling on a rope.

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You left me with a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long,

Like an empty house when you open the door.
Like the trees in autumn with no leaves.
The sound of my love that will always come to you and whisper
Like the birds flying south and crying.

Like the November wind and the sea on the hard core shore.

I am a sound that is so alone that no one can miss it,

that whoever hears it will weep in their souls and hearts will seem warmer.
I'm a sound that whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and briefness of life.

I'm a place where you bury yourself in sleep and memories of a world where there were thousands like you but you're alone, all alone in a world not made for you, a world where you need to hide.

I saw it all, I knew it all.
That was my mistake.
For years waiting for someone to come back who never came back.
The years of isolation in the insanity of time were darker than hell.

That's life! Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home.
Always someone loving something more than that thing loves them.
And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is or its memories so that it doesn't hurt you anymore.
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Both of us are crying,
May be I am lying,
But still my heart is sighing.

Why did you and I meet?
We both should have stopped this plan of deceit.
What phase was I going through,
To play a game that wasn't true.
I was a loser, I had to lose,
Unlike before, I had to choose.
Your happiness today or your happiness tomorrow.
For both, I got a tinge of sorrow.
Your tomorrow would be better than now,
Don't make me cry, don't ask me how.

This was my chosen fate,
This is where i cannot be late.
I know I have been mean,
But with me, you'll only see a gloomy scene.

Our journey is ending,
No, I am not pretending.
Don't ask me why,
But now is the time I have got to say goodbye.

~FOR SOMEONE SPECIAL~

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:13:00 +0000

I love the way you make me feel
On a long lonely day
I love the way you talk to me
And don't want to hurry away

I love the understanding you show
When I need a true friend
I love the humor you display
And the kindness without end

I love the fact that you're so honest
You share love with an inner glow
I love the excitement you bring
When my boredom is starting to show

You are very interesting
So intelligent and so sweet
You're exciting and fun

You have brightened my life
Given my face an extra glow
I feel happiness in my heart
And I wanted you to know

Whatever road you travel
Wherever the journey may lead
Remember you are spical to me
The only friend I will ever need

Whatever life has to offer us
Be it good or other wise
We can weather any storm
And face any problem that may arise

For someone special

Why do you Make me cry

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:11:00 +0000

I gave you my heart and all I had,

but it seems to me like you don't even care.

You rather be with your friends,

and front to be a single man.but when we're alone its just

you and me in this world.

So I ask myself, Why do you come back

to me and make me cry??

Don't you understand that I Love you,

much more than you can ever realize.

I thought you would be the one,

the one to take me out of my misery.

Instead you brought me pain and made me cry.

Every night I stay up and think of

Why you make me cry??

I never come to an answer to that

simple question I always ask at night,

but I guess I never will 'till I ask the only one,

that truely knows why??, which is you,

So I guess I need to get the courage

and just ask "Why you make me cry??"

'till that day I get that courage to ask you "Why??"

All I can say is that I LOVE YOU much more

than you can ever UNDERSTAND ..

Everything is incomplete without 'ME'

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:10:00 +0000

Everything is incomplete without 'me'

_ _mory

_ _lody

co_ _dy

ti_ _

ga_ _

so_ _thing

_ _aning

_ _eting

even the
_ _ssage

so dont 4get 'ME'
m i ryt?

RAIN DROPS FALL UPON ME

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:08:00 +0000

Rain drops fall upon me,
Millions and millions of it.
Though lonely,
Yet nobody knows,
Except miserable me.
As the rain drops fall,
Formed puddles of water,
I saw the reflection of loneliness
And me.

A touch of falling rain drops,
A wave of continuous ripples,
i thought i saw the reflection of you.
When i realise that it is only a mirage,
Still i was happy just to see,
Your lovable face,my wildest dream.

a MESSAGE FROM MY HEART

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:07:00 +0000

This greeting card
Has a message for you
That comes from my heart
That is sincere and true

You are the most loving person
This world holds
Worth more to me
Than all the world's gold

My feelings for you
I do not always show
As time goes on
The more they grow

Your kind and caring
And always there for me
Thank you for everything
You do so thoughtfully

MEET ME IN THE STARS

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:06:00 +0000

MEET ME IN THE STARS

As I am saying good night at the end of the day.
And you are not here but many miles away,
My heart so empty and so lonely inside
As I wipe away a tear I'am trying to
hide.

I close my eyes and try to go sleep
But with the sadness inside I begin to weep
Suddenly I remember what you once said to me
Just meet me in the stars waiting for you I will be.

When distance tends to keep us
apart
Remember I still hold you near in my heart
When the night together can't be ours
Just close your eyes and meet me in the starts.

Meet me in the starts
I'll be waiting there for you
With a bottle of wine and glasses for two.
Just close your eyes and there you will see
Waiting in the stars just for you I will be.

Remembering those words I begin to smile
And gently close my eyes lessening the miles
I can see the stars oh how beautiful arranged
But you are not there no hug to exchange.

I sit alone waiting with hope in my heart
No longer wanting to be kept apart
Suddenly in the distance a shadow appears
A tear rolls down my face and the image is clear.

There is no question it is you that I see
Waiting in the stars just like you promised to me
You hold out your hand as you become near
And put it in mine saying
I miss you my dear

Suddenly there's gentle music filled with romance
You gently pull me close we begin to dance
Just meet me in the starts that is where I will be
A Special place in the stars just for you and for me

my love's goodbye

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:05:00 +0000

my love's goodbye
don't let go of my hand
he said to me
i remember just a year ago
when we frist meet
never once did i think
i would fall in love with him
he found out he had cancer
a month before now
and now as i look down at him
i know this is his last day
and he knows it too
i love you he whipers over and over
untill late at night
when he falls silent
soon the cold crepts into his hand
i don't know when i started crying
but tears fall now
goodbye i whisper in his ear
the day will come when we meet again
they take him away
and i let go of his hand
as i watch them take him away
his dead face in my mind

YOUNG LOVE

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:04:00 +0000

♫ ♥ ♫ ♥....Young Love....♥ ♫ ♥ ♫

Love is patient, love is kind,
And what our loves express is true.
No amount of tragedy can tear
Or break the love I have for you.

Time has healed our many wounds,
But has not erased the memory.
But we'll hold on, we'll stay together.
We will get through this, you and me.

Though we are young and still learning
About ourselves, our world today,
In my heart, I'll always love you,
And in my heart you'll always stay.

As days go by, as time progresses,
We will change, mature, and always grow.
But as we grow, as we reminisce,
There is one thing I will always know.

My love for you will never falter,
Never cease, for it's always true.
With love comes patience, but it's worth the wait,
To share my unending love with you.

♫ ♫ ♫...Oh!! I Wish...♫ ♫ ♫

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:02:00 +0000

♫ ♫ ♫...Oh!! I Wish...♫ ♫ ♫

♫
I lie on the ground,
and stare into space,
the stars start to move,
into the shape of your face.
♫

♫
I see you there now,
looking down at me,
with that cute little smile,
that I like to see.
♫

♫
You say "close your eyes",
"tell me what you see",
I see only two people,
just you and me.
♫

♫
We're walking the shoreline,
with our feet getting wet,
the horizon turns pink,
as the sun starts to set.
♫

♫
We make love through the night,
on that white sandy shore,
then I hold you while thinking,
I could want nothing more.
♫

♫
Oh I wish I could be,
in that one special place,
as I lie on the ground,
and I stare into space...
♫

♫

♫ ♫ ♫ I Love You...♫ ♫ ♫

TENDER ARE THE HEARTS

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:01:00 +0000

Tender Are The Hearts

That Learn To Love And Care

Tender Are The Souls

With Kindness They Share..

Tender Are The Moments

A Gentle Embrace

Tender Compassion

Sadness Erase.

Tenderness Affection

Merciful And Givings

Are The Very Essence ,

Of Life

That Grasps The Gift Of Living.

God Bless You Dear One

May Tender Hearts

Always Surround You.

♫ ♥ ♫ ♥... Perfection in my Eyes... ♥ ♫ ♥ ♫

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 05:00:00 +0000

♫ ♥ ♫ ♥... Perfection in my Eyes... ♥ ♫ ♥ ♫

♥
All I ever wanted was to be part of your heart,
And for us to be together, to never be apart.
♥

♥
No one else in the world can even compare,
You're perfect and so is this love that we share.
♥

♥
We have so much more than I ever thought we would,
I love you more than I ever thought I could.
♥

♥
I promise to give you all I have to give,
I'll do anything for you as long as I live.
♥

♥
In your eyes I see our present, our future and past,
By the way you look at me I know we will last.
♥

♥
I hope that one day you'll come to realize,
How perfect you are when seen through my eyes.
♥

♥

♥ ♥ ♥ I Love You...♥ ♥ ♥

Sharing Dre*ams With You !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 04:58:00 +0000

I picture you in my mind
Desire I know is there..
Nestling in your arms
In the dreamy love affair..

I imagine you next to me
Softly kissing my skin..
Touched by your hand
As pleasures flow within..

I lay here upon my pillow
You whisper sensually ..
My whole body tingles
Feeling you close to me..

I have fed off your hunger
So I intend to continue..
Absorbing the pleasure
Sharing dreams with you..

MAG*IC IN THE AIR

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 04:56:00 +0000

I feel something in the air
Something that was never there
I feel something started to live in me
Something only God could give to me

I feel magic every where
Even though I'm supposed to care
About all the things that my neighbors
Will think of me and how I should act
When they said what a nice girl
I used to be

My mom will say my god what've you done
I told you that boy was only a fun
My daddy will raise like a storm on the sea
Say now look what you've done to me
Even though I care, I feel magic in the air

POEM FOR LOVE

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Wed, 09 Sep 2009 04:51:00 +0000

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And He blessed our love

When you…
…touch my hands,
…see my eyes,
… kiss my lips…
I feel God’s presence in our lives...

When we, together…
…pray every morning,
…dance in the rain,
… smile or cry…

I feel God’s presence in our lives...
I feel God’s presence in our love...
Because the Lord loves us

And He blessed our love

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My Promise of Love

I hope your days are happy
And your lifetime full of cheer
And your heart and soul are reassured
That my love will always be near.
I hope your smile keeps smiling
And your laughter never ceases
?Cause I never want to see a day
That your heart is broken in pieces.
I will try my best to love you
With all my heart and soul
In loving you, we will be as one
And that is no lofty goal.
And if our goal is Heaven
We must strive to do our best
To ask the Lord to watch over our lives
And our love will surely be blessed.
So with these goals in mind today
I promise my love 'til the end
'Cause for me it's easy to love an angel
And as an angel, you are my friend!

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Forever and A Day

You have my heart
You have my soul
You have my life
For enterinty to hold

I could never ask for a better man
to stand beside me til the very end
You are not only my husband,
but you are my Best Friend

Today I give you a promise
to always stand beside you
through thick and thin.
And to always be your best friend
til the very end.

And that you may never wonder
or worry if I'll stay cause today
is the day where I make you this promise
to always be here til the end of our days.

With all my love,
Forever and A Day.

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That Which Represents My Love

Lost in a dreamlike state, where reality and
illusion are hard to distinguish, my love
grows fonder with every second that passes.

Overjoyed in profound amusement, when light
meets dark and all is new again, my heart
beats faster and grows with intense passion
unresolved.

Vexed in ecstatic euphoria, where secrets
unfold in sweet verse, my gaze deepens into
the eyes of the soul of the one which
captivates my being.

Engulfed in magnificent bliss, when laughter
succumbs a smile, my senses heighten the
very pleasures of which I deny myself no
more.

I am that which represents my love!

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Mine forever

You have become mine forever.
Yes, we have become partners.
I have become yours.
Hereafter, I cannot live without you.
Do not live without me.
Let us share the joys.
We are word and meaning, unite.
You are thought and I am sound.

May the nights be honey-sweet for us.
May the mornings be honey-sweet for us.
May the plants be honey-sweet for us.
May the earth be honey-sweet for us.

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I Love You

I Love You,
Not only for what you are,
but for what I am when I am with you,
not only for what you have made of yourself,
but for what you are making of me.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
I love you for putting your hand into my overflowing heart
and passing over all the foolish, weak things that can't help,
dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the
beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite far enough to find.
I love you because you are helping me to make of the dreams of my life
not a thought but a reality,
Out of the works of my every day not a reproach but a song...
Yes, a Love song.

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The Colour of My Love

I'll paint a sun to warm your heart
Knowing that we'll never part.
I'll draw the years all passing by
So much to learn, so much to try.

I'll paint my mood in a shadow blue,
Paint my soul to be with you.
I'll sketch your lips in shaded tones,
Draw your mouth to my own.

I'll trace a hand to wipe your tears
And trace a look to calm your fears.
A silhouette of dark and light
To hold each other oh so tight.

I'll paint the stars in the evening sky,
Draw the light into your eyes,
A touch of love, a touch of grace,
To softly fall on your moonlit face.

And with this ring our lives will start,
Let nothing keep our love apart.
I'll take your hand to hold in mine,
And be together through all time.
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Marriage Glow
Your wedding day is just the start
Of a lifetime full of love and fun.
It just begins as you take your vows,
When the two of you are joined as one;
We wish for you sweet happiness;
Through the years, may your love grow,
To warm you both from day to day,
In your marriage's satisfying glow.

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The Best Is Yet To Be

On your joyful wedding day,
You begin a brand new life.
Friends and family give their gifts
To joyful husband, blissful wife.
But the greatest gift you'll ever get,
A gift from heaven above,
Is love forever, ending never,
Everlasting love.
You'll share life's joy and pleasure;
You'll have plenty of that, it's true.
But love is the real treasure
For your new spouse and you.
And if life hands you challenges,
As it does to one and all,
Your love will hold you steady
And never let you fall.
Your wedding day is full of joy;
Tomorrow you cannot see.
But one thing's sure for the two of you:
The best is yet to be.

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Wonderful Life

Congratulations on your marriage,
Have a wonderful life!
You are two terrific people,
Now teamed as man and wife.
A team with blessings like yours
Will live a life you'll cherish;
You'll find happiness everywhere,
For your love will never perish.

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Unshakeable Bond

A wedding of two people
of quality and character,
so obviously right for each other,
is a joy and a blessing to the world.
May your fondest hopes, wishes and dreams
all come true,
as you grow closer together
in an unshakeable, loving bond.
May your marriage be filled
with sunshine and rainbows
and every kind of happiness
you two so richly deserve.
Congratulations, and every good wish
for the best things life has to offer you.

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Door to Happiness

A wedding is a door to happiness,
When two decide to share their lives as one.
Your marriage is an adventure bright and new;
The pleasures and delights have just begun.
I/We wish for you a lifetime full of love;
May you always keep that magical attraction.
Let your bond and your commitment grow with time,
So that all your days are filled with satisfaction.

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HEER RANJHA

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Sun, 24 May 2009 18:31:00 +0000

The invocation at the beginning
(The Legends of the Panjab by RC Temple, Rupa and Company, Volume two, page 606) Rag Hir Ranjha

“

Awal-akhir naam Allah da lena, duja dos Muhammad Miran

Tija naun mat pita da lena, unha da chunga dudh sariran
Chautha naun an pani da lena, jis khave man banhe dhiran
Panjman naun Dharti Mata da lena, jis par kadam takiman
Chhewan naun Khwaja Pir da lena, jhul pilave thande niran
Satwan naun Guru Gorakhnath de lena , patal puje bhojan
Athwan naun lalanwale da lena, bande bande de tabaq janjiran

”

Translation
Firstly, I take the name of God; secondly, of the Great Muhammad, the friend (of God)
Thirdly, I take the name of father and mother, on whose milk my body throve
Fourthly,I take the name of bread and water, from eating which my heart is gladdened
Fifthly, I take the name of Mother Earth, on whom I place my feet.
Sixthly, I take the name of Khwaja (Khazir, the Saint, that gives me cold water to drink
Seventhly, I take the name of Guru Gorakh Nath whom I worship with a platter of milk and rice
Eighthly, I take the name of Lalanwala that breaketh the bonds and the chains of the captives

Heer is an extremely beautiful woman, born into a wealthy Jatt family of the Sayyal clan in Jhang. Ranjha (whose first name is Dheedo; Ranjha is the surname), also a Jatt of the Ranjha clan, is the youngest of four brothers and lives in the village 'Takht Hazara' by the river Chenab. Being his father's favorite son, unlike his brothers who had to toil in the lands, he led a life of ease playing the flute ('Wanjhli'/'Bansuri'). After a quarrel with his brothers over land, Ranjha leaves home. In Waris Shah's version of the epic, it is said that Ranjha left his home because his brothers' wives refused to give him food. Eventually he arrives in Heer's village and falls in love with her. Heer offers Ranjha a job as caretaker of her father's cattle. She becomes mesmerised by the way Ranjha plays his flute and eventually falls in love with him. They meet each other secretly for many years until they are caught by Heer's jealous uncle, Kaido, and her parents Chuchak and Malki. Heer is forced by her family and the local priest or 'mullah' to marry another man called Saida Khera.

Ranjha is heartbroken. He is left to walk the quiet villages on his own until eventually he meets a 'Jogi' (ascetic). After meeting Baba Gorakhnath, the founder of the "Kanphata"(pierced ear) sect of ascetics('Jogis'), at 'Tilla Jogian' (the 'Hill of Ascetics', located 50 miles north of the historic town of Bhera, Sargodha District, Punjab (Pakistan)), Ranjha voluntarily becomes a Jogi, piercing his ears and renouncing the material world. Reciting the name of the Lord, "Alakh Niranjan", on his travels around the Punjab, he eventually finds the village where he is reunited with Heer.

The two return to Heer's village, where Heer's parents agree to their marriage. However, on the wedding day, Heer's jealous uncle Kaido poisons her food so that the wedding will not take place. Hearing this news, Ranjha rushes to aid Heer, but he is too late, as she has already eaten the poison and died. Brokenhearted once again, Ranjha takes the poisoned Laddu (sweet) which Heer has eaten and dies by her side.

Heer and Ranjha are buried in a Punjabi town in Pakistan called Jhang, Punjab. Lovers and others often pay visits to their mausoleum.

Laila and Majnu

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Sun, 24 May 2009 18:29:00 +0000

Love is known to be an overwhelming, all-consuming, intense passion. But just how intense can love be? No one knows the answer, and examples of such a love are rare. But whenever one talks about the depth of love, the intensity of passion, two names almost immediately come to mind- Laila and Majnu.

The love story of Laila and Majnu is a very famous one and is no less than a legend. Even today, people know them as Laila Majnu; the "and" in between is missing. They were two in flesh, but one in spirit. It is based on the real story of a young man called Qays ibn al-Mullawah from the northern Arabian Peninsula, in the Umayyad era during the 7th century. The love story of "Laila and Majnu" is an eternal one albeit a tragic one.

Laila was a beautiful girl born in a rich family. Being no less than a princess, she was expected to marry a wealthy boy and live in grandeur and splendor. But love is born from the heart; it knows no rules. Laila fell in love with Qays and he too loved her dearly. Qays was a poet and belonged to the same tribe as Laila. He composed splendid love poems and dedicated them to his lady-love, telling in them his love for her and mentioning her name often. Qays' friends knew about his affair with Laila and they often teased and made fun of his love. But such taunts had no effect on Qays. He was deeply in love with Laila and it was her thoughts alone that possesed his mind for all time.

It had been for quite sometime that Qays toyed with the idea of seeking Laila's hand in marriage from her parents. One day, he went up to them and put the big question before them.

But Qays was a poor lad. And when he asked for Laila's hand in marriage, her father promptly refused him as he didn't want her daughter to marry below her status. It would mean a scandal for Laila according to Arab traditions.

As fate would have it, the two lovers were banished from seeing each other. Soon after, Laila's parents married her off to a wealthy man and she went on to live in a big mansion.

When Qays heard of her marriage he was heartbroken. He fled the tribe camp and wandered in the surrounding desert. His family eventually gave up on his return and left food for him in the wilderrness. He could sometimes be seen reciting poetry to himself or writing Laila's name in the sand with a stick. Day and night, he pined for her.

Laila was no better. Seperated from Qays, she was shattered in mind, body and spirit. Not long afterwards, in 688 AD, she moved to Iraq with her husband, where she fell ill and died eventually.

When Qays' friends came to know about Laila's death, they went looking for him all over to give him the news. But they could not find him.

Not much later, , their search for him came to an end. Qays was found dead in the wilderness near Laila's grave. On a rock near the grave, he had carved three verses of poetry, which are the last three verses ascribed to him.

Qays went mad for his love; for this reason he came to be called "Majnu", or "Majnun Layla", which means "Driven mad by Layla".

Such a love is hard to find today. So if ever you love someone, try to love like these two did. Even today, lovers swear by their name. It is their love affair that has made Laila and Majnu immortal in the accounts of great love stories.

Sohni Mahiwal - a tragic romance story

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Sun, 24 May 2009 18:27:00 +0000

Sohni Mahiwal ( Punjabi سوہنی مہیوال Sindhi सोहनी महीवाल) is one of the four popular tragic romances of the Punjab and Sindh, the other three are Heer Ranjha, Mirza Sahiba and Sassi Punnun. It is also popular in Sindh and across the South Asia, the story is one of the most prominent examples of medieval poetic legends in the Punjabi and Sindhi languages.

Sohni, the potter's daughter
Sohni was the daughter of a potter named Tula, who lived in Gujrat town in the Punjab near the banks of the Chenab on the caravan trade route between Bukhara and Delhi. As soon as the 'Surahis' (water pitchers) and mugs came off the wheels, she would draw floral designs on them and transform them into masterpieces of art.

Izzat Baig of Bukhara
Izzat Baig, the rich trader from Bukhara (Uzbekistan), came to India on business but when he saw the beautiful Sohni in the town of Gujrat on the Chenab in Punjab, he was completely enchanted. Instead of keeping 'mohars' (gold coins) in his pockets, he roamed around with his pockets full of love. Just to get a glimpse of Sohni, he would end up buying the water pitchers and mugs everyday.

Sohni lost her heart to Izzat Baig. Instead of making floral designs on earthenware, she started building castles of love in her dreams. Izzat Baig sent off his companions to Bukhara. He took up the job of a servant in the house of Tula, Sohni's father. He would even take their buffaloes for grazing. Soon, he came to be known as "Mahiwal"(buffalo herder).

Sohni's marriage
When the people started spreading rumours about the love of Sohni and Mahiwal, without her consent her parents arranged her marriage with another potter.

Suddenly, one day his "barat" (marriage party) arrived at the threshold of her house. Sohni was helpless and in a poignant state. Her parents bundled her off in the doli (palanquin), but they could not pack off her love in any doli (box).

Izzat Baig renounced the world and started living like a "faqir" (hermit) in a small hut across the river. The earth of Sohni’s land was like a dargah (shrine) for him. He had forgotten his own land, his own people and his world. Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, when the world was fast asleep, Sohni would come by the riverside and Izzat Baig would swim across the river to meet her. He would regularly roast a fish and bring it for her. It is said that once, when due to high tide he could not catch a fish, Mahiwal cut a piece of his thigh and roasted it. Seeing the bandage on his thigh, Sohni opened it, saw the wound and cried.

From the next day, Sohni started swimming across the river with the help of an earthen pitcher as Izzat Baig was so badly wounded and could not swim across the river. Soon, the rumours of their romantic rendezvous spread. One-day Sohni’s sister-in-law followed her and saw the hiding place where Sohni used to keep her earthen pitcher among the bushes. The next day, the sister-in-law removed the hard baked pitcher and replaced it with an unbaked one. That night, when Sohni tried to cross the river with the help of the pitcher, it dissolved in the water and Sohni drowned in the river. From the other side of the river, Mahiwal saw Sohni drowning and jumped into the river and drowned as well.

Sohni's Tomb
Sohni lies buried in Shahdapur, Sindh, some 75 km from Hyderabad, Pakistan. According to the legend the bodies of Sohni Mahiwal were recovered from the River Indus near this city and hence are buried there.

Sassi Punnu di mohabbat da kissa - Tragic love story

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Sun, 24 May 2009 18:26:00 +0000

Sassui Punnun (or Sassui Panhu or Sassui Punhun) Urdu سسی پنوں; Sindhi سسئي پنھون; Hindi सस्सी-पुन्हू; Punjabi Gurmukhi ਸੱਸੀ ਪੁੰਨ੍ਹੂੰ is one of the seven popular tragic romances of the Sindh and four of the most popular in Punjab. The other six are Umar Marvi, Momal Rano and Sohni Mahiwal, Laila Chanesar, Sorath Rai Diyach, Noori Jam Tamachi commonly known as Seven Queens of Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai .
Sassui Punnun was written by the Sindhi and Sufi poet, Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai in (1689-1752).

Sassui
Sassui was the daughter of the King of Bhambour (it is in Sindh whose ruins can be seen today). Upon Sassui's birth, astrologers predicted that she was a curse for the royal family’s prestige. The King ordered that the child be put in a wooden box and thrown in the river Indus. A washerman of the Bhambour village found the wooden box and the child in the box. The washerman believed the child was a blessing from God and took her home. As he had no child of his own, he decided to adopt her.

Sassui and Punnun meet
When Sassui became a young girl, she was as beautiful as the fairies of heaven. Stories of her beauty reached Punnun and he became desperate to meet Sassui. The handsome young Prince of Makran therefore travelled to Bhambour. He sent his clothes to Sassui's father (a washerman) so that he could catch a glimpse of Sassui. When he visited the washerman's house, they fell in love at first sight. Sassui's father was dispirited, hoping that Sassui would marry a washerman and no one else. Sassui's father asked Punnun to prove that he was worthy of Sassui by passing the test as a washerman. Punnun agreed to prove his love. While washing, he tore all the clothes as, being a prince, he had never washed any clothes; he thus failed the agreement. But before he returned those clothes, he hid gold coins in the pockets of all the clothes, hoping this would keep the villagers quiet. The trick worked, and Sassui's father agreed to the marriage.

Punnun’s father and brothers were against the his marriage to Sassui(Punnun being a prince and she being a washerman's daughter), and so, for their father's sake, Punnun's brothers traveled to Bhambhor. First they threatened Punnun but when he didn't relent, they tried more devious methods.
Punnun was surprised to see his brothers supporting his marriage and on the first night, they pretended to enjoy and participate in the marriage celebrations and forced Punnun to drink different types of wines. When he was intoxicated they carried him on a camel’s back and returned to their hometown of Kicham.

The lovers meet their end
The next morning, when Sassui realized that she was cheated, she became mad with the grief of separation from her lover and ran barefoot towards the town of Kicham. To reach it, she had to cross miles of desert. Alone, she continued her journey until her feet were blistered and her lips were parched from crying "Punnun, Punnun!". The journey was full of dangerous hazards, which lead to her demise. Punnun’s name was on Sassui's lips throughout the journey. She was thirsty, there she saw a shepherd coming out of a hut. He gave her some water to drink. Seeing her incredible beauty, dirty lustful thoughts came into his mind, and he tried to force himself on Sassui. Sassui ran away and prayed to God to hide her and when God listened to her prayers, land shook and split and Sassui found herself buried in the valley of mountains. When Punnun woke he was himself in Makran he could not stop himself from running back to Bhambhor. On the way he called out "Sassui, Sassui!" to which the shepherd replied. The shepherd told Punnun the whole story. Then Punnun also lamented the same prayer, the land shook and split again and he was also buried in the same mountain valley as Sassui. The legendary grave still exists in this valley. Shah Abdul Latif Bhittai sings this historic tale in his sufi poetry as an example of eternal love and union with Divine.

Dulla Bhatti da kissa - Epic story of Dullah Bhatti

noreply@blogger.com (Imran Malik) — Sun, 24 May 2009 18:24:00 +0000

Dulla Bhatti was a famous legendary Rajput hero of Punjab, who led a rebellion against the famous Mughal king Akbar. There is a kind of epic in Punjabi language called Dulle di var, which narrates the battle events of Dulla Bhatti. Still there is a famous region in Punjab, Pakistan, called Dulle Di Bar means the forest of Dulla Bhatti. This legendary Punjabi hero is buried at Miani Sahib Qabristan (Graveyard) in Lahore, Punjab, Pakistan. There is a town Dullewala (Bhakkar District) in the name of legendary Dulla Bhatti where he had a stay with his allies.

Dulla Bhatti was born in a Punjabi family to mother Ladhi and father Farid Khan in the area of Sandal Baar, near Faisalabad now in Pakistan (Sandal Bar is also related to the legend of Mirza Sahiba). He belonged to the warrior like rajput clan of Bhattis.He following in the footsteps of his father and grandfather, waged a guerrilla warfare against the Mughal Empire.He refused to accept the legitimacy of Mughal King Akbar and refused to pay any tax.Such was the level of resistance put up by the rebels that Akbar had to shift his Imperial Capital to Lahore for nearly 20 years. When Akbar came to Lahore, he ordered the execution of the rebels.Legend has it that to instill fear into the hearts of the common man, Akbar got their skins stuffed with wheat hay (toori) and hung the dead-bodies on the main door.

Dulla wasn’t even born yet. For some reason, huirre was never told of the cause of his father’s and grandfather’s death until he was a young man. One theory has it that Dulla was born at the same time as Akbar’s son Salim (who would later become Emperor Jahangir); but Salim was a weakling and on doctors’ suggestions Akbar brought in Ladhi (Dulla’s mother and a strong rajput woman) to his palace in Delhi and made her to breast feed Salim. So both Dulla and Salim were practically brought up by Ladhi. As adolescents, these two had a good friendship. Dulla and his mother went back to their homeland.

The story of Dulla has been poetically treated by many, and has been written in style known as Saddaan (similar to Mirza by Peelu and Bhagwan Singh). The above incident is thus narrated:

Tera saandal dada maareya, ditta bhore vich paa, Mughlaan puthhiyaan khallaan laah ke bhariyaan naal hawaa.

In the Chardah (East) Punjab-now India-during the Lohri bonfires that mark the end of the deep winter and the start of spring (Capricorn Constellation-Makar appears over the horizon) all the Sikh and Hindu families mark Dulla Bhatti's social and humanitarian contribution made to rescue and then reintegrate the abducted children and girls from the Moghul forces. The Lohri Song is sung upon the birth of a baby boy- for the agricultural community this marks continuation of the family land occupation.

The version of Lohri Song that best describes this contribution of Bhatti and the immense respect with which this rebel is held in the eyes of all Punjabis is:

Sunder mundriye hoe!

Tera kaun wicahara hoe!
Dullah bhatti walla hoe!
Dullahe di dhee vyayae hoe!
Ser shakkar payee hoe!
Kudi da laal pachaka hoe!
Kudi da saalu paatta hoe!
Salu kaun samete!
Mamhe choori kutti! zamidara lutti!
Zamindaar sudhaye!
bade bhole aaye!
Ek bhola reh gaya!
Sipahee pakad ke lai gaya!
Sipahee ne mari eet!
Sanoo de de lohri te teri jeeve jodi! (Cry or howl!)
Paheenve ro te phannve pit! ”
(Rhyming: beautiful one like a ringlet one!)
Who will save you poor one (to a rescued girl)
Dullah Bhatti is here for you (He rescued the girls who were abandoned and rejected after kidnap!)
The Duallah married off his daughter (the rescued girls were adopted by him as his daughters)
He gave a measure (sher about a kilo)of sugar!
The girl is wearing bridal red dress!
But her shawl is torn (poor and soiled-girl has been raped?)!
Who will stitch her shawl(repair her reputation)?!
The maternal uncle made sweet ghee bread (choori)! (maternal uncles were responsible to vouch for chastity of the girl)

The landlords ravished it (meaning the girl kidnapped by rich moghul landlords!)!
He made the landlords eat a lot!
Lots of innocent guys came (poor grooms)
One innocent boy got left behind (the poorest of poor!)
The soldiers arrested him! (Indicated that he was in collusion with Bhatti the rebel)
The soldiers hit him with a brick! (tortured him)
Cry or howl!
Give us lohri (gifts) ..long live you couple!”
Contents [hide]
1 Rise of Dulla
2 Final Chapter
3 Variation in Literature
4 See also
5 External links

Rise of Dulla
As Dulla grew up he became a real fighter and warrior learning the art with his keen eye from here and there, unknowingly in the foot-steps of his father and grandfather. When he was young enough, his mother told him the about the past and from then on Dulla pledged that his only purpose in life was to defeat Akbar and kill him. In the meantime, Salim had a fall out with Akbar over Salim’s love affair with Anarkali. Salim rebelled and came up North-west and met up with Dulla. Salim instigated Dulla further to achieve his own motive as well. With Salim’s support, Dulla built up a small army of dacoits which made loots from the imperial treasure and merchants in the area of Sandal Bar. The famous loots among them being stealing horses from a merchant who was supposed to be working for the Akbar, then robbing Akbar’s gifts sent from the Middle East. His loots were distributed among the poor and this made him a popular and a heroic rebel. His compassion for the poor and his help in getting poor girls married is still remembered, especially during the times of celebrating the festival of Lohri (mostly falls on 13 January). Although different versions of the festive song are sung in different regions, it sounds something like:

Sundar munderiye
Tera kaun vichaara
Dulla bhatti waala
Dulle ne dhii vehaayi
Ser shakkar paayi
Kudi da saalu paata
Kudi da jeeve chacha
Kudi de maame aaye
Gin gin paule laaye
Ikk paula khus geya
Te zimiindaar russ geya
Aayiin aayiin chachi
Tera putt chadhu ga haathi
Haathi de kann vich jaun
Ni tere putt hon ge nau
Nau(h)aan di kamaayi
Ni tere dar dar chadh di aayi
Seeing so much support for his nephew, Dulla’s uncle Jalaludin, got envious and complained to Akbar against the mischievous Dulla.

In the meantime, Dulla kidnapped two of Akbar’s wives who were going for the Haj pilgrimage. This infuriated Akbar and he ordered immediate capture or killing of Dulla and the safe release of his queens. A huge army was sent for the task, and Dulla would not binge. People of that area wanted to save Dulla and tried to distract the army; so much so that one girl tried to lure the army chief.

Anyway, Dulla fought bravely and for once the mughal army had to call for reinforcements because the rebels and the public support were too hot to handle. Dulla's son was killed in the war. Dulla was deceitfully captured and brought to emperor’s court in Delhi. He was hanged to death.