One candle beats the darkness
Two candles twinkle lil’ more
Ten Candles glow brighter still
A hundred candles glimmer even more
A thousand candles sparkle so much more
A million Candles scintillate a lot lot more
A billion candles illuminate far far far more
Just imagine
If SEVEN BILLION candles light up their hearts and glow TOGETHER :
There shall be brilliant PEACE, lustrous UNITY and shining LOVE, all over.
(Dedicated to World Peace)
You gave us reasons to laugh
You made us crack a smile
Amidst those glaring miseries
You made ’em blur for a whille.
Bitter truths of our life’s stream
Appeared as sweet as dreams.
With your being, life looked so bright
Your passing, has taken away that light.
Moin, who says that you have gone away
Your humor shall reign till the very last day.
You have left us– melancholic and pensive
But Moin, in our hearts, you will forever live.
Humility, that we found in you, as friends
Shall be a true guide in all our future errands.
Your simplicity spoke volumes of your being
And those reminders that Lord above was seeing.
Am grateful to God, that to humanity you were sent.
Moin, its very hard to part with you, my dear friend.
I know you will forever live, you can never die
Oh! Moin the angel, its so hard to bid you GOOD BYE
:’-(
Music & Nature-work as tranquillizers and antidepressants.
(…The canyons of S.E.Utah…)
Beauty and sadness always go together.
Nature thought beauty too rich to go forth
Upon the earth without a meet alloy.
~George MacDonald
As I Walk with Beauty
As I walk, as I walk
The universe is walking with me
In beauty it walks before me
In beauty it walks behind me
In beauty it walks below me
In beauty it walks above me
Beauty is on every side
As I walk, I walk with Beauty.
~Traditional Navajo Prayer
music~Leftfield/Melt
images~SuperStock inc_DAWL…
producer~DAWL
“Guantanamera” (“girl from Guantánamo”) is perhaps the best known Cuban song and that country’s most noted patriotic song.
The music for the song is regularly attributed to José Fernández Diaz, known as Joseíto Fernández, who claimed to have written it in 1929.
LEGEND: The original lyrics to “Guantanamera,” also written by Diaz, are about a woman from Guantanamo, the quintessential Guantanamera. The story told is about his relationship with that woman, and her eventual departure. These original lyrics are rarely used in the song anymore, although the chorus remains. The story being the chorus, as told by Diaz, is that he was on the street with friends one day and made a pass at a woman who walked by. She was from Guantanamo, and was offended by the pass, responding harshly.
( “guarija guantanamera,” which means peasant-woman from Guantanamo.)
“Guantanamera” by the Sandpipers trio charted in the US in September 1966, and in the UK the following month, and remains the group’s biggest hit. The record sleeve for their 1967 album, Guantanamera, was nominated for a Grammy Award for Best Recording Package.
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
Yo soy un hombre sincero,
De don de crece la palma,
Yo soy un hombre sincero,
De don de crece la palma,
Yantes des morirme guiero,
Echar mis versos del alma,
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera,
Guantanamera, guajira guantanamera.
I am a sincere man
From where the palm tree grows
And before dying I want
To share the verses of my soul.
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es de un verde claro
Y de un carmin encendido
Mi verso es un ciervo herido
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, guantanamera,
My verse is light green
And it is flaming crimson
My verse is a wounded deer
Who seeks refuge on the mountain (or in the woods).
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Guantanamera, guajira, Guantanamera
Lofty mountains, reaching the sky
Magnanimous allure,gives a sigh!
Angry geysers vent out steam
Gayful falls dive into the streams
Deep woods, a splendid green
Hauntingly quiet, utterly serene
Butterflies resting in floral laps
Insects whining in Venus fly-traps
Bountiful waves washing ashore
Naughty, playful, screaming a roar
Kissing the sands with frothy jabs
Carrying along snails and crabs.
But pleasures are like poppies spread,
You seize the flow’r, its bloom is shed;
Or like the snow falls in the river,
A moment white–then melts forever;
Or like the borealis race,
That flit ere you can point their place;
Or like the rainbow‘s lovely form
Evanishing amid the storm.
~Robert Burns,
A test of what is real is
that it is hard and rough.
Joys are found in it,
not pleasure.
What is pleasure
belongs to dreams.
~Simone Weil
The grains of time flow
Thro’ the hourglass
Over to the other side
The past sieves through
Out of sight, buried
Beneath the sand of memories.
As I retain not the past
I reminisce not the pain
I revere just their memories.
I miss not the thrills
I frown not at follies
I cherish just their memories.
I preserve not the laughter,
I foster not the agony,
I treasure just their memories.
I cling not to excitements
I clasp not to regrets
I embrace just their memories.
I nourish not the bitterness
I nurture not the anger
I gather just their memories.
I etch not the differences
I engrave not the grudges
I enshrine just their memories
Time flies, swift and smooth
Seasons change, winds blow
Drifting away, like parachutes
Of the seeds of dandelion.
But all, we can hold onto
Are their stalks,
Of remnant memories.
Yes, just the great memories.
An FB friend Susan Marie presented to me this above pic. And it was really hard to choose which color should I be. Once again my imagination started to run wild and high. And the result were the following words….
Which color am I?
Oh! If I was color red
I would be a rose
Or even a valentine heart
that lives so close
to every loving heart.
Or maybe a coral
Standing in oceans deep
Eversince life took a leap.
Maybe I was green
So live and so living
so refreshing, so giving
Like a new leaf of spring.
Or innocent grasshoppers
That never ever sting.
What if I was a blue
With all it’s shades and hues
So vast as the sky
where birds of imagination fly
So wild and so high.
Or even a sapphire in a ring
Seeing who’s beauty, all would sigh!
I think I would be an orange.
So ‘hot’ and bright
Like the rays of sunlight.
Key to ‘life’ that holds
Or maybe a garland of marigold
With flowers fresh and pure
Making God’s haute couture.
And if I was a yellow
Of the tiny, soft , cuddly chick
Chi chiing, with dozen other fellows.
Or maybe a Topaz stone that sticks
Into a ring, with it’s beauty revealed.
I could even be an endless mustard field.
Wow! I sure should be purple
And violets being my grandeur and glory
With poets wishing to tell my splendid story
Or maybe I was from the Amethyst stock
With other jealous gems turning into a rock.
And I could even be a purple Iris flower
Standing high in a pot, like a proud star.
Yes I think I should be a rainbow
Made up of colors all ‘the noble seven’.
Colors lined up so immaculately in a row.
Stretching from horizon upto the Heaven
And then they all so neatly, mix within me
Standing for PEACE, they turn into a white
Bundled together, as UNITED they would be.
Erasing all the differences, great or slight.
P.S. Thank you again Sue for inciting me to write this 🙂
This beautiful rendition of Chaap Tilak with magic spilled by Farid Ayaz, includes verses from Hazrat Sultan Bahu, Moalana Rumi and Kabir Das that were appropriate to the mood and common thought.
Amir Khusro:
Apni chhab banaye ke , main to pee ke paas gayee,
Jab chhhab dekhi peehu ki, main to apni bhool gayee.
I went to my beloved, with my own glow,
When I saw His ‘aura’, I forgot my own.
Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay
Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay
Prem bhatee ka madhva pilaikay
Matvali kar leeni ray mosay naina milaikay
Gori gori bayyan, hari hari churiyan
Bayyan pakar dhar leeni ray mosay naina milaikay
Bal bal jaaon mein toray rang rajwa
Apni see kar leeni ray mosay naina milaikay
Khusrau Nijaam kay bal bal jayyiye
Mohay Suhaagan keeni ray mosay naina milaikay
Chhap tilak sab cheeni ray mosay naina milaikay
You’ve taken away my looks, my identity, by just a glance.
By making me drink the wine of love-potion,
You’ve intoxicated me by just a glance;
My fair, delicate wrists with green bangles in them,
Have been held tightly by you with just a glance.
I give my life to you, Oh my cloth-dyer,
You’ve dyed me in yourself, by just a glance.
I give my whole life to you Oh, Nijam,
You’ve made me your bride, by just a glance.
Sultan Bahu:
Alif Allah chambe di booti, Murshid man wich laaee hoo
Nafee asbaat da pane milia, Har rage harjae hoo.
My Master Has Planted in My Heart the Jasmine of Allah’s Name.
Both My Denial That the Creation is Real and My Embracing of God,
the Only Reality, Have Nourished the Seedling Down to its Core.
Kabirdas:
Naina chupaye na chupe so pat ghoongat ki ote
Chatur naar aur soorma so karein laakh mein chor
The eyes could not be hidden behind the veil,
Tho’ the clever woman and the wise man tried their best (to hide ).
Bulleh Shah:
Ilmon bus kariye Oo yaar
Tainnu ikko alaf darkaar
Forget the pride in your knowledge O’ friend
One Alif is all you need
Mevlana Rumi:
beshno in ney chon hekaayat mikonad,
az jodaayee ha shekaayat mi-konad,
Listen to the (ney) reed flute, how it tells a tale of separation,
I want a bosom torn by severance, that I may unfold the pain of love desire.
Kabirdas:
Sun Kabira bansuri kahe nirali baat
Nagar dhandora peet ti hai choota pi ka saath.
Listen Kabir to the flute’s unique lament
Announcing everywhere that it is parted from it’s beloved
Blind to Bounds 
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