“Friends forever,” she said. “Friends forever,” he said. Eight years old and they made the vow to remain friends forever. “I need some room,” she said. “I’ll back away,” he said. Ten years old and they made the vow to give each other space. “Does Tommy like me?” she asked. “I’ll find out,” he said….
In childhood we strove to go to school, Our turn to teach, joyous as a rule The end of the story is sad and cruel From dust we came, and gone with winds cool. -From Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
I do not know who the Poet is, but here’s a Sher (Couplet): Marne ke baad bhi meri aankhen khuli rahi Aadat jo pad gayi thi tere intezaar ki. “And so my eyes remained open afterwards For they waited for you in life, and after death” -Anonymous
I have a strong tendency to look back in life. I believe that you should never forget where you came from and what it took for you to get where you are today. Here is another old ballad I found amongst my tapestry of musings, written back in 2003. Spare A Rose You ever walk…
Kaise maane ki unhe bhool gaya tu ai “Kaif” Unke khat aaj hame tere siraahne se mile. -Kaif Bhopali (Hey, Kaif, none can believe you’ve forgotten her For we found her letters by your bedside today.)
Thanks to Brandon, tonight I watched a good movie, Princess Bride. I didn’t fall in love with it, but I guess a writer like me can use any reason he can get his hands on. For those of you I know are reading, something little for you out of my unpublished stack of old sheets….
I am test floating this blog to ascertain the sanity in doing so. If you’re not familiar with “Ghazals” (which you probably won’t be unless you speak Urdu or Hindi), things may be Greek for you here. Here is a sher (verse) to end this posting… Mere qalam pe zamaane ki gard aisi thi Ke…
Red roses were her favorites. Her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died, the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, “Be my Valentineâ€, like all the years before. Each year he sent her roses and the note would always say,…