Many months back, I wrote at my blog and shared how often did I spend time talking (silently and inwardly) to myself. It wasn’t about, of course, talking out loudly or verbally but you know… And slowly, I realized there’s another thing which is also important, actually more so - listening to yourself. While all of this apparently looks nothing but vain and self-indulgent, it’s not quite so. I later discovered that since our hearts are always pure until we commit the irrevocable sins, they have their storiest to tell which most of us never seem to hear from them. Ever since that discovery, I have spent more time listening to my heart, I believe, than talking to it.
And now, sitting in parks, or walking from office or mosque or just looking at wonders of nature, I marvel at how many things are there which my heart needs to tell and I hardly heard from it. Sometimes, it just enthrills me of the meanings of some smiles and joys that I see at someone’s face and other times, it even stops my impulsive urge to keep shoving in my likings and dislikings etc… And yet, sometimes, while sitting quietly near my computer desk and listening to some musical rendition and reading some book, it tells me of the sadness of world it carries as a collective inheritance we all share.
It’s a lovely thing and one of the things an introvert like me would love having his little space and some piece of mind spent in this talking-listening sessions.
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It was Wajeeh who introduced him to me and I have never doubted Wajeeh’s taste since then. Attaul Haq Qasmi is Lahori by every aspect and it’s evident from everything that he says and does. Many people only take him as a funny and someone who could make you laugh even in your worst days but the gentleman that lives in him who’s seen the world in his own way and spread the love that resides in his heart is commendable. He hardly writes poetry but the book contains two of his simple but very nice poems. I sometimes have to forget that a nice composition, mature verbosity and so on can be forgiven at the cost of something that is pure in sentiments and feelings. This one is, I think, of the same status which celebrates the prayers of a wishful thinker who’s just sitting down there and wishing good and nice things for the ones he loved and cherished. The poem goes like this:
Now, that beautiful piece reminds me of Abrar ul Haq’s yet another beautiful, melodious and soft song on the same theme which also tributes and celebrates the same feelings of good-will wishes for someone you happen to like, cherish and love. The song was of course Punjabi and having no access to Urdu Keyboard here in this cafe, I am only able to write the words in English. anyways, here it goes:
Sukh Diyan Neendran (neendain) Deveen (dena) Ohnoon (us ko) Rabba Sada (hamesha) Yaar Mera Wasda (abaad, basta etc) Ravay ho Yaar Mera Wasda Ravay
Pulkay (bhool k) Vee Dukh Ohday Nairay Kadii Avay Naan
Phulaan Waang (phoolon ki terah) Hasda Ravay Ho Yaar Mera Wasda Ravay
Batnan (thats shirts buttons) Toon Nehray Saday Dil Toon Qareeb Aye
Raj K Sohnaan (khoobsoorat) Ohda, Sohnaan Ee Naseeb Aye
Chutee Walay Din Ohnoon Rab Ney Sanwareya
Yaar Mera Wasda Ravay Phulaan Waang Hasda Ravay
Tareyaa Toon Chan (Taron aur chand sey poocho) Koloon Puch Ayehi Baat Vey
Kiddi Okhi Langdi (kitnee mushkil kateti hei) wachoreyaan di raat (shab-e-hijer) Vay
Her Saah Dey Naal Kinni Wari Aye Pukareya
Yaar Mera Wasda Ravay, Phulaan Wang Hasda Ravay
Milaan Gay Tey Ik Wari Ahna Tey Yaqeen Aye
Ashqaan Layee Allah Ji Di Chotee Jayee Zameen Aye
Ik Ik Din Asaan Gin K Guzareya
Yaar Mera Wasda Ravay, Phulaan Waang Hasda Ravay
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