The Whispers Of My Heart

शाम होने को है... (The Evening Is About To Set)  (1) यह चमकता, दहकता सूरज भी आखिर थक जाएगा  शाम होने को है, समन्दर इसे निगल जाएगा  (2) ना इतरा अपनी शौहरत, हुकुमत, जवानी पे, ऐ नादॉ शाम होने को है, तू देख लेना यह मुकम्मल मंज़र बदल जाएगा  (3) मेरी इक तरफ़ा मुहब्बत को अपने तबस्सुम से मंजूरी दे दो शाम होने को है, इस अँधेरे दिल में भी कोई दीया जल जाएगा  (4) अभी जी भर के कर ले होश की बातें, ऐ वाइज़  शाम होने को है, नकाब-ए-साकी गुल-ए-रुख्सार से उठ जाएगा  (5) यूं तो इस शहर में बहुत सी है ऱौनकें लेकिन  शाम होने को है, हर-सू मेरे सनम, सिर्फ तू ही नज़र आएगा  (6) अब तो उड़ चले हैं परिंदे भी अपने नशेमनों की ओर शाम होने को है, मेरे बेघर हम-राही, अब तू किधर जाएगा  (7) दौर-ए-ज़ाम, कुछ फंकार, घुघरुअों की झंकार  शाम होने को है, शायद गमों का कारवां ठहर जाएगा  With regard to the above composition of mine, many friends, relatives who do not know Hindi/Urdu have requested me to translate it into English...

At a recently attended seminar, I found, to my dismay, that instead of listening to an erudite lecture on "Macroeconomic Variables", some members of the audience were mocking, in hushed tones, at the noted professor's simple clothes, dark skin and diminutive stature. Sadly, things have come to such a pass that a person is judged only by the clothes he wears, expensive cars, gadgets that he possesses, rather than his intrinsic traits. Crazily, marriages nowadays are founded, largely, on deceptive external appearances rather than inner qualities. No wonder, marriages in the contemporary times are falling apart in great numbers, divorce cases piling up in various courts. Ashtavakra, a renowned vedic sage, was once asked by a king to give a sermon to his ministers. As soon as he entered the courtroom, the king as well as his ministers started making fun of his congenital physical deformities. Ashtavakra, however, calmly came on the stage and said, " I was invited ...

🌹He lived a full life, on his own terms, with his head held high. Always a plain-speaking, he never compromised on his principles and invariably listened to his inner voice. 🌹A big-hearted, he believed that charity should be done in secret. It was only after his death that I came to know that he used to donate copiously to various institutions and non governmental organizations that provided free shelter to the homeless, education and nutritious food to the poor children. 🌹A voracious reader and a polyglot, he had excellent command over English, Urdu, Persian and Punjabi. With his Urdu ghazals and nazms, he often mesmerized his cronies. 🌹He relished his morning walk. Unruffled by the extreme climatic conditions, he would, without fail, wake up at 3.30am for his 5km long brisk walk, along with his constant companion - his oak wood baton. 🌹He firmly believed in the existence of Superpower that governs the destinies of all beings. He, however, had little faith in places of worsh...

"Uncle, I wanna confide something in you?" said a young son of my friend, rather shyly. "Sure, my boy. Go ahead without any hesitation" I said. "Uncle, I'm in love with a very pretty classmate of mine. Can you guide me as to how to approach her and win her heart? Also let me know your experiences when you were first hit by the cupid's arrow."  Of late, I have found that young persons are more than willing to open their hearts to me due to the following two reasons : (a) They have found a sympathetic listener in me. (b) To some extent, I have been successful in discerning their problems, impulses. I sincerely try to resolve their worries. Well, the first two stanzas of my following composition tells about my "experiences" while the last stanza is in response to his request for some "tips". Velvety roses, pricks of thorns, remarks so snide. In love you will receive all these, side by side. She has gifted me agonies ...