Thursday, December 19, 2019

The Man In The Arena

It is not the critic who counts; 
not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, 
or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. 
The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, 
whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; 
who strives valiantly; who errs, 
who comes short again and again, 
because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; 
but who does actually strive to do the deeds; 
who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; 
who spends himself in a worthy cause; 
who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, 
and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, 
so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls 
who neither know victory nor defeat.

Theodore Roosevelt

Thursday, July 14, 2016

Gulon mein rang bhare

Gulon mein rang bhare baad-e-naubahaar chale
Chale bhi aao ke gulshan ka kaarobaar chale


Qafas udaas hai yaaro saba se kuchh to kaho
Kahin to bahr-e-Khuda aaj zikar-e-yaar chale


Kabhi to subah tere kunj-e-lab se ho aaghaz
Kabhi to shab sar-e-kaakul se mushakbaar chale


Bara hai dard ka rishta yeh dil gharib sahi
Tumhare naam pe aaenge ghamgusaar chale


Jo hum pe guzri so guzri magar shab-e-hijraan
Hamaare ashk teri aaqbat sanwaar chale


Maqaam Faiz koi raah mein jacha hi nahin
Jo kue yaar se nikle to sue daar chale


- Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Ujale apni yaadon ke

Hamara dil savere ka sunahra jaam ho jaye
Chiraghon ki tarah aankhen jalen jab shaam ho jaye

Kabhi to aasman se chand utre Jaam ho jaye
Tumhaare naam ki ek khubsoorat shaam ho jaye

Ajab halaat they yun dil ka sauda ho gaya akhir
Mohabbat ki haweli jis tarah neelam ho jaye

Samandar key safar mein is tarah awaz de hamko
Hawayen tez hon aur kashtiyon mein shaam ho jaye

Mujhe maloom hai uska thikana phir kahan hoga
Parinda aasman chhune meinjab nakaam ho jaye

Ujale apni yaadon ke hamare saath rahne do
Na jane kis gali mein zindgi ki shaam ho jaye

- Bashir Badr

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

On His Blindness

On His Blindness


When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait." 

John Milton

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Chand .. Ae raat

Chand ..Ae raat k sehra mein bhatakte hue Chand
Jaa kahin aur chala ja, k ye basti tere kaabil he nahi

Ye vo basti hai, jahan raat k sannate mein izzat-o-nafz ko neelam kiya jata hai
Is jagah bikte hain insaan bhi, sikko ke aivaz
Is jagah pyaar ko badnaam kiya jata hai
Is jagah zulm-e-halaqat k siva kuch bhi nahi
Is jagah karb-e-aziyat k siva kuch bhi nahi

Is jagah muflis-o-nadar bilagte bacche, jin k kaano mein ladakpan se javan hone tak
kaarkhaano mein bhaari machino ki sada gunjti rehti hai, mamta bhari lori ki tarah

Chand ..Ae raat k sehra mein bhatakte hue Chand
Jaa kahin aur chala ja tu meri basti se



- Malegaon Ka Superman documentary

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Invictus by William Ernest Henley

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Sit.. by Vikram Seth

Sit, drink your coffee here; your work can wait awhile. 
You're twenty-six, and still have some of life ahead. 
No need for wit; just talk vacuities, 
and I'll Reciprocate in kind, or laugh at you instead. 
The world is too opaque, distressing and profound. 
This twenty minutes' rendezvous will make my day: 
To sit here in the sun, with grackles all around, 
Staring with beady eyes, and you two feet away.