Ali Da Malang...

suni awaaz uss shokh kee see
Ilahi yeh jalsa kahan ho raha hai?

az chehre niqaab afgan ay shahid-e-bathahi
aalam ra shavad roshan ba ru-e-nabinmai
der chahsm-e-haqeeqat bhee, w'Allah muamai
Maula-e-huma banda, hum banda-e-maulayi

kahein jiss ko Nabi mun kunto maula, lehma-ka-lehmi
nabi ka woh Vasi al-mukhtasir yoon bhee hai aur yoon bhee
jo Kaabe mein ho paida, aur shahadat paye masjid mein
Khuda ke ghar ka Malik woh bashar yoon bhee hai aur yoon bhee

Ali Imam-e-Manast-o-Manam Ghulam-e-Ali
hazar jaan-e-girami fida beh naam-e-Ali

backwaters...

On the turf, there always had to be a first time. He crushed it under his sandal and turned around. The dog spread out before his feet. He patted it for a bit and it spread out more. He walked on. It did not follow. He closed the door behind him and locked it. The music floated into his ears and he was attracted to the sound. With every step he thanked the Master of the Universe for such bliss. He knew that stuff was bad but he had been making it worse in the past. Now it was good. The urge gripped him. He checked the monitor. It was still coming down. She still wasn't there. He sat down and hoped that history with such stuff would not repeat itself. The traffic was down to a halt and he wondered whether he would get to the page. The thought of the night before came to him. 'Since childhood you're told to fear God, for God sees all. I always replace that with for Ammi sees all.' The thought of his mother seeing him through his eyes was scary. He missed his friend. He had an idea and began hacking away. He wondered why the alphabet was appearing at the wrong side. He was a brave man on these grounds. Brave and safe. She appeared. He hoped she would talk to him. He needed someone to talk to. She did not appear interested. He told her what was happening on his side. Breathing was making him choke. He changed the number. He did not need this crap. What he needed was still coming down. Selfishness like this would get you closer to God, the sufis had taught him. Whose majboori's were these he asked? What had Vital Signs to do with it? Every number sounded different from what he had originally remembered. Too different. But there were no explanations he could give. He liked it though. Thank you, O Noble Deity! She did not like what he had told her and he stopped listening. Had he locked the door or was he unsafe? With a surge of energy, he went and checked. He came back and remembered his friend again. He wondered whether his in-built mechanisms to maintain his personality had loosened enough, as discussed with the Malah, or was he still not fully revealed to himself. Now no one else please. Not in the mood. The voice droned on about a huge search for something. With a slight sound it came down. He smiled and checked. He recognised the name. The voice talked about the secrets of the heart. He dragged it into the list. A momentary pause and then with full fanfare it broke into 'Mun Kunto Maula'. Everything else faded into oblivion.

Musings V

hin mein jayhn een jahan utte budchalan kaee badkaar kaee
bedeen kaee, bemazhab kaee, bepeer kaee, bekaar kaee
safai aapni de keetay hin lafz mekoon darkaar kaee
per such ay hay een dunya vich insaan hin ghutt murdaar kaee

- Hasni Khan