All of the songs
I sing
All of the words
I think
All of the art
I do
It was
Always
For you.
All of the time
that’s gone
All of the dreams
You took away
All of the flaws now
What do I do
It was
Always
For you
It was
Always
For you
Tag Archives: art
Khaamoshi Toofan
Tumhe phool torna pasand hai na? Tumhe sukoon milta hai. Aik aik kar ke saray pattay kheench daalti ho. Tum unhe masalti ho tou samajhti ho sari dunya ko round dal rahi ho. Hansi ati hai tum pe kyunke tumharay hi haathon me unki khushbu reh jati hai. Tum un se chutkaara tou nahee pa sakti jinhe khatam kartay kartay khud kaheen door nikalti ja rahi ho.
Mai unhe kahan khatam karney ja rahi hun. Mujhay tou maaloom hai wo in gulaabon ki tarha ke loug hain. Gulaab aur kaantay. Mujhay pehlay unki khushbu mili aur qareeb gayi tou kanton me ulajh gayi. Mujhay unse kia shikayat – aur na khud se.
Tumhe kisi se shikayat nahee na? Jabhi yun deewanaypan pe utar rahi ho. Khud ko in lehron me utaarti ja rahi ho jahan shor hi shor hai. Shor me khona chahti ho mujhay na banao mai tumhari rag rag se waqif hun.
Aap ko kahan bana sakti hun aap se hi tou sab maangna hai ab. Mujhay shor acha lagta hai us me rehnay dain. Mujhay isi shor me apni khamoshi chahye hai. Mai in lehron me itna door nikalna chahti hun ke agar in gulaabon ki thori bhi khushboo meri lams me rehti ho tou nikal jaye. Kaanton se rasta khoon ab tham jaye. Mai qabar nahi ban sakti in madfan phool kabaar ki. Mujhay in sab se bohat door apni dunya banani hai.
Dekha, wuhi baat. Tum bhaag rahi ho faraar chahti ho aur wuhi kar rahi ho jo har darpok insaan karta hai. Mujhay tum pagal lag rahi ho is waqt.
Ode to Love
What do you want love to look like? I want mine to be free of fears so it is strong in and out, and something that is calming and positive and artistically spiritual like this painting but better because that would be a gift by the Master Painter if He so wills. 💙
Traditions bind sometimes. You don’t follow them, they follow you.
Passion dies. Will to live dies. Silently accepting that, kills.
Self-doubt kills. Self-hate kills. Numbing oneself from observing such death kills, too!
Fear holds, characters choke. Writers die. // Escape (27.3)
(Created Feb 9, 2015. )
A silent death.
My colors cross yours
but our paths never meet.
Maybe we can finally run away
to some place far
and be free
now.
(27.3.15)
Too often, the only escape is sleep art.
Escape (27.3.14)
You & I.
You and I are like stars in the sky; close, yet far apart. Like organs in a body where pumps one same heart, or veins beneath a skin supplying red to each part.
You and I are like notes in a melody, homogeneous colors in a beautiful piece of art. A verse and a lyric, a source and a spirit, tear in an eye, you are the reason why.
You and I are like birds in a flight, serene and quiet, an enchanting sight. We are pages of a book; differently typed; we are patterns of a cloth, circled and striped.
We are crests and troughs of a wave unique, seekers we are of the Great Mystique. Pleasant fragrances of flowers pink and blue, we are the two, tiny droplets of dew.
–
My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.
– J. Green.
تتلی
پیاری تتلی۔۔ تم اڑتی کیوں نہیں ہو؟ یہ درندوں کی دنیا ہے۔۔ یہاں بھلا تمھارا کیا کام؟
تم اڑ جاؤ ۔۔ ایسا کرو ھمیشہ کے لئے اڑ جاؤ۔۔
یہ دنیا تمھارے لئے نہیں ہے۔۔ تم اپنے باغ میں جا کر گھومو، پھرو، میں کچھ نہیں کہوں گا۔
ہاں اگر یہیں بیٹھی رھیں تو میں تمھیں مَسل دونگا۔
مگر میں جاؤں کہاں پیارے؟ میرے پَر تو تم کاٹ چکے ہو؟
اس رنگین دنیا میں بےشک میرا کوئی کام نہیں۔ مگر تم خدارا مجھے یہیں رہنے دو۔۔ درندوں کی دنیا میں۔۔
ذات کے پرندے بہرحال ‘خودی’ کے درندوں سے بہتر ہوتے ہیں۔۔
اکیلی اس دنیا کی طرف گئی تو واپسی ناممکن ہوجائےگی۔ تم سمجھتے کیوں نھیں ہو؟
Stoning me?
When in my silent mode, I tend to hear myself.
Only that I fail each time I try.
There is this catastrophe inside, this outburst, this
Storm. Too many sounds, too much noise and yet,
too much of Silence.
There is this empty feeling not empty at all,
These pangs, these shivers, these sharp edges
which I fail to bend, that I fail to curve.
Feels like you are projecting continuously, some
Stones on my heart’s wall. Do you know not
It hurts?
How does a mirror feel? When it bears cracks?
Or how does a finger feel when you pierce – ouch
When you pierce forcefully, some thorns?
Or perhaps a chunk of that broken mirror,
How does it feel?
Ask me. Only that I know not
What to answer and how.
Silently said
Considering my critical loss of words at present, please bear with my very random online paintings.
There is a reason it’s bleeding.
Quote: Author Unknown
Weekly Photo Challenge: Masterpiece
Diamonds are said to be girls’ best friends. But for me, all kinds of gems and stones hold fascination!
My masterpiece~
I have been taking part in these Weekly Photo Challenges, and I don’t mind posting ordinary snapshots taken by me. Because you see nor do I own all that amazing equipment and nor do I travel! But this challenge, Masterpiece had actually been very challenging. I searched my photos from Othello stage plays to wedding decos and unique boxes to other randoms but couldn’t find any suitable. It had to be a place, or a piece of art, nature, or just an object that speaks to you.
So then, I began to play with this photo and ended up creating this; called ‘your masterpiece’ by the photo editor I used. 😉
Anyway I’m glad I came up with at least something before Friday!
Some extremely awesome entries:
Banksy Street Art Photos
This goes as a tribute to one of the most creative and famous artists, Banksy. A graffiti artist, film director and painter. A wonderfully awesome person!
You are going to love these photos if you love art!
Claude Monet
French, 1840-1926
Arrival of the Normandy Train, Gare Saint-Lazare, 1877
Arrival of the Normandy Train
My silent words..
Silence-
is not a symbol of pride.
its not always ego.
Silence is a silent expression-
of what I want you to see.
of what I have always wished for you to find out!
Silence is the power of heart.
It holds up relations by saving them from harm.
Silence is the art of saying it all — without the need of words!
-Maria.
Stanley Ka Dabba
I have never written posts in any other language except English, and so today’s topic must have surprised some of my regular readers.
I just saw this Indian film “STANLEY KA DABBA”, which means “STANLEY’s TIFFIN BOX”.
It is about a boy who is pretty intelligent and talented. However, he is an orphan(which is disclosed as the end approaches) and works in his uncle’s hotel all night long. At day time, he studies in an all-boys school. Every boy in his class bring delicious lunches in their “dabbas” or “tiffin boxes” while Stanley can not afford them. It’s a sad story which made me cry a lot of times! And so did my siblings including my youngest 8-year-old bro cried!!
One horrible teacher of Stanley who forces children to share their lunch with him, once gets angry at Stan and threatens him that he won’t be allowed to come to school without his tiffin box! (I wonder if such horrible people exist.)
However, in the end, Stanley’s co-worker and best friend manages to fill his tiffin box with all the left-outs of the hotel and when Stanley shares them with his classmates and teachers, everybody gets stunned. His “Kharoos”(as he is called in the film) teacher feels pretty embarrassed at his behaviour and leaves school. And Stanley never tells anybody why he never brought lunch. No one knows the life he lives and he always pretends that he is very contented and that his mother prepares all those delicious foods for him..
PLOT AS DESCRIBED BY WIKIPEDIA:
(http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanley_Ka_Dabba)
Stanley is a fourth grader who is very popular amongst his friends. He is talented and is liked by his teachers. However, he never brings his lunch box or ‘dabba‘. ‘Khadoos’, as he is popularly called, is a Hindi teacher who does not bring his own dabba but likes to eat others’ lunch. Stanley’s friends share their lunch with him by hiding from Khadoos. Khadoos eventually finds them on the terrace and warns Stanley to bring his own lunch or stop coming to school. Stanley misses school for a few days and his absence is felt by his teachers and school mates. One fine day, Stanley brings his dabba packed with mouth-watering items for Khadoos. Khadoos realises his mistake and quits the school. Stanley’s performance in an inter-school festival is appreciated by everybody. Towards the end, the reason for Stanley’s lack of a dabba is revealed.
Anupama Chopra of NDTV said – “I recommend that you make time for the film. It has an inherent sweetness and honesty that will stay with you long after the film is over”
I think the guy Partho Gupte (as Stanley Fernandez) did a very good job, and the story holds a very good, universal moral. Should be seen by all.
Do do see this website www.stanleykadabba.com. I just did. Its FANTASTIC. You will know all about the film once you see this.
Weekly Photo Challenge: FALL
Like the first fall of snow,
Like the leaves that fall helpless.
Like the tears that fill the baby’s eye,
Like the sorrow of a hungry bird.
Like a small drop of rain
On the barren, dry land.
Giving it life once again.
Like the roar of wind,
And the cracking of door hinges,
Like a pen out of ink,
Like all the love that existed,
Every breath of mine takes your name!♥
-Maria Imran.
(RandomlyAbstract.)
Artistry: Amna and Yusra.
Artistry: Amna and Yusra.
The photos and the poetry are the properties of Randomlyabstract.
Photo sketched by Yusra (my sister) and Amna (my aunt)!
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