birthday '17

shaa'er ka jashn e salgirah hai, sharaab la
mansab, khitaab, rutba, unhein kya nahi mila
bas naqs hai toh itna k mamdooh ne koi
misraa kisi kitaab k shayaa'n nahi likha

- Faiz

offended, outraged, totally pissed off!

Our Fleeting Moral Outrage; Our Collective Social Amnesia

https://dailytimes.com.pk/131230/fleeting-moral-outrage-collective-social-amnesia/

And now, a draft of my thank you note to the Daily Times:

"Dear DT! If your subs are going to go fuckin' nuts on editing a submission, at least pass their masterwork by the original author before publishing it for the whole fucking world to see. You've defaced this piece beyond recognition. Everybody who's reading this is thinking this Multani boy doesn't even know jack about basic tenses, much less stringing together a decent sentence. It's moolah ffs, not mullah!! Moolah means money. How does mullah even make sense where your bachas have inserted it? Piece-of-shit editing! And screw you for ruining my most heartfelt rant yet. Love."

To send or not to send, that is the question.

The original, as I wrote it, is at the link for fair comparison: Our Fleeting Moral Outrage

Partition: The Seraiki Side of the Story

Salute to my forebears who acquitted themselves with honor, nobility and an uncompromising respect for humanity in a time when the entire world seemed to be going to hell. Dada, Nana Jan, Nano, Addi Amma, thank you for teaching me what it means to be a decent human being, above everything else.

Partition - Alternative Perspectives

http://dailytimes.com.pk/blog/07-Sep-17/partition-alternative-perspectives

dreams of you

dreams of you

in a drunken haze

in power-plays
as the novice lays
his hands on you

dreams of you

your yelps
and moans

your body heat
your heart of stone

your heavy sighs
your little lies

and the rhythm of love
that cracks your bones

dreams of you

from silken days
of easy thrills
and artless ways

before foreign shores
before drugs
and whores
before dry-eyed tears
and tight-shut doors

when you sang your song
and I played along

“you are mine,
and I am yours.”

no fair!!

You give them an article. They carry a letter. Never again!

Seraiki SOS! 

http://www.thefridaytimes.com/tft/letters-180/

wonky talk III

Tree-hugger for life!

Trees vs. Development: Roads to Perdition, or how they've titled it, Is the Road to Development leading Multan Somewhere Else?

http://blogs.tribune.com.pk/story/50362/is-the-road-to-development-leading-multan-somewhere-else/

Rohi

a strange spring's abloom
far away
in the desert

where my foolish love resides,
and a thousand lovers
with bewitching eyes

still, I remain
a traveler
without destination

Original:

Rohi di ajab bahaar dissey
jith maen nimaanri da yaar vassey
uth ashiq lakh te hazaar vassey
hik maen musafir bewatan

- Khwaja Ghulam Farid