Philosophies

The Great Mooch...

Only the Brave Wore it...
The Powerful Adored it...

It was honor for the Heads of the Clan...
It was Grace, it was Fashion, it was Pride...

Sultans had them beaded...
Some curled while others braided...

From Tipu to Sufis... Supported it...
It was Classified
&the Government Promoted it...

It was The Manicure of the Times...
Silver & China were custom designed...

It was Fearless... It was Fearsome...
It was Manhood, it was Custom...

It Turned Heads;
It Erased Smiles...

To some it wasReligion;
While others denied...

It was Blamed; It was Tarnished...
Its been Cut & even Varnished...
It was Conditioned; it was Waxed...
It was groomed; and was Patched...

Butter and Cream were fed to it;
Pride and Ego led to it...

Some used it for Grace & Dignity...
For others it was the Shield,
That hid their Face...

Hitlers and the Ladins; used it for Ideologies...
The Guevaras were the Fashionable Revolutionaries...

Like others the Stache is not as bad as it looks...
But one has to be Chary& Aware...

It brings a certain Vanity that is hard to hide...
And Harder to Handle...
It sits on your face & blindfolds you...
It brings with it Arrogance...

Oh you... Who Dare to Wear...
Be Aware... Be Aware...
For all is Lost...
When Compassion is gone...

So keep the Stache; if your EGO permits...
To be humble and low...
For Trees that bear fruit;
Will always Bow...

So keep it heavy and keep it low...
Keep it clean & let it grow...

When the intention is Pure...
You will Reap what you Sow...

Strengths and Weakness

Inspired by yahyayousufqureshi...

The Strengths we ignore,
Becomes our biggest Weakness...

It is our greatest Fears...

Like Health, like Business,
Like relationships...
Like Self...

Be Aware...

We cannot loose consciousness
Of this multidimensional gift called
LIFE...

Beauty lies in the complexities of
Life...

The Puzzle can only be solved with,
Love & Passion...

Love brings Faith...
Passion is the determination of Hope...

Unity is the combination of strengths...

The power to be kings lies in our Chest...

Let us Unite passionately with Faith...

Let us Respect and be Respectable...
Let us Honor and be Honorable...
Let us be Merciful and let us have Mercy...
Let us all live in Dignity...

With love and laughter and health...
Let us always be aware...

Never ignoring the Self...
Never letting Ego in charge...

Selffish...

I am my mirror...
I see, what I see...

Am I what you see?
Am I what I am?

We think we are our reflections...
We are; But to us...

To others, we seem...
They seem to see...
And relate to it...
To what they have seen before...
Or what they have been subjected to see...

When Passion is felt...
May it be love...
Or all at War...

This Urge leaves a mark behind...
Which makes us who we are...

Who we are is not how we present...
Presenting is presentable...

The one side...
The side that is acceptable...

This side is valiant...
The good, the bad...
Fearful and sad...

Are all parts,
That unite us all...
We become one...
When savor all...

When all is known...
All is clear...

Strength & Faith...
Go hand in hand...
Pain and Loss...
Tears and Sweat...

Make us the man we are...
Aware and no surprise...
To face that all...
By standing tall...
For good or bad...
Are part of us...
It is we to gain...
From knowing us & seeing them...

People come & leave a mark...
That stays with you; becoming you...

We have become...
What we are not...

Shelved for sale...
Priced and tagged...
Which makes us feel...
Wanted yet bonded...

We fail to sense...
We are gods of GOD...
You need not all...
You have HIS Hand...

It is always there...
For you to grab...

That FRIEND of all...
Who resides in all...
For all are one...
And one is HE...
For HE is Thee...
The LOVE for all...

Reflections...

we are our reflections...
make sure our reflections are our’s also...

when you see yourself in the mirror;
and what you see does not justify you...

then be aware...
you see you from a different eye...
far from yours...

check your intentions...
sense your pulse...
observe your heart...

if it moves to a different tune...
tune it...
before you loose it...

you are the Master’s, masterpiece...
how come you be weak...

you have been born a king...
you shall live like one..

adorn yourself;
decorate...
appropriate...and
celebrate...

live in Shukar...

Power Money...

When you get Money,
You buy Power,
To secure Money...

When you have Power,
You secure Money,
To stay Powerful...

 

Power comes through Giving...
Money is made to be Spent...

Our Child...

Worst were chosen for the best...
We have seen it happen many of times...

We have seen it happen, again & again...
We have seen it happen to us...
We have seen it happen to them...

I speak to those who question her...
Who think she is Wrong...

Come on people...
Cant you see...
She is a child...

Our Child...

There have been hundreds...
And more than thousands...
Of Prophets descended upon us...
Some got fame...
And were mentioned;
In the Holy Scriptures...

What about the rest...
Were they not worthy...
They spoke of the God of All...
They woke us on a single call...

They were kind...
They were blessed...
No one will ever know;
Where they lay at rest...

Were they not noble...
Why haven’t we preserved them...

They came & they served...
They served & they left...

Their purpose was to benefit...
And benefit they did...

These were all good Men...
We idolize...
We worship...

We kill and die...
Just for them...
We cheat and cry...
And take their name...

We Bulldoze...
We Expose...
We Magnify...
We Multiply...

Again & Again...
In His Name...
We crucify...
We let it bye...

When will the games be over...
So we could live happily ever after...
Enjoy the sunshine on our faces...
With family, with love, with health...

Live in Harmony...
Live in Peace...
Live with Respect...
And Honor all...
For HE who made us...
Wanted us to unite...
So HE put a piece of HIM;
In all of us...

 

 

When all are together...
We become one...

One is united...
And ONE is HE...

He is Fearless...
He is Fearsome...

He is all Love...
And so are you...
And so am I...

So...
Oh you who believe...
Who believe in the Divine...

Hear it Loud...
Hear it Clear...

This child of ours...
This daughter of Eve...
This angel from Heaven...
Our Nation’s Pride...

Can we not;
Stop this Hate...
Can we not;
Change our Fate...

She might be part of a plan...
She might be of a different clan...
She might be an agent of the west...
You can blame her for all you can...

End of the day...
She is a Child...

Our Child...

We have seen leopards foster baboons...
We have seen beasts shed tears...

No child deserves this...
This pain...
This prejudice...
This hate...

And when she speaks...
She speaks of love...
She smells of unity...
And respect for all...

A kid her age...
Would talk about Revenge...
Vengeance would be justified...

For all is fair...
In love and War...
We have been taught;
This lesson again...
To live in Fear...
To rust with Pain...

So bless this child...
Regardless her kind...
If she was yours...
Be just; be kind...

Let us not ;
Go back in time...
Where daughters were buried;
By fathers alive...

Prophet (PBUH) was the Lion...
Who did not kill...
Showed mercy...
And lead up hill...

 

He was the Man;
Of love & joy...

For those of you...
Who still believe...
That she is wrong...

Enough is enough...
Let it be...
She is a child...
Can you not see...
Like yours and mine...
And no child;
Deserves brutality...

So let us unite...
And pray for all...
As all are sacred...
All Divine...

Pray that this;
Never happens again...
May all be safe...
In God’s land...

Malala my child...
May you live with health...
May you continue to inspire...
May you always lead...
May you be the one to unite...
May nations come close;
Because of you...
May you always shine;
Like the star you are...

You have been chosen...
Like each of us...
Who believe in One...
And being one...

Unite these powers...
So can you...
For this is your purpose ...
For this is your goal...

May no warm wind blow by you...
May you always be content...
May you live forever...
May you be the light...
And the reason to unite...

My knight in Armor...
Shield yourself...
For the world is not;
Fair nor kind...

But fear not...
You need neither...
For you have HIS Hand...
To protect and lead...
To make this Heaven...
For you and me...

You will make it happen...
For all of us...
And all of them...
Make them one...
For that’s your goal...

Salam to you...
My dear child...

Man & Muse...

When power is transferred;
Restrictions are lifted...

You transpire in a new skin...
Fresh & Fearless...

Scratchless & Pure...
Able & roving...

To reach higher peaks...
Discover & Disperse...

The more you let go...
The more daring you become...

The more power you adore...
The more sense you make...

Judgments will pass...
Mountains will heal...

The ability to make another mighty...

Work of God;
Done by king...

Power to escalate...
Becoming the Beholder...

The Devotee& the loved...

Man & Muse...

Discover each...
Becoming one...

Love and Fear...

When man becomes monetarily assured,
He becomes assertive...

This Confidence gives him the dominance
To make choices...

Authority gives birth to,
Arrogance or Humility...

Arrogance gets you noticed...
Humilityfarms Respect...

Respect comes from Love...
Arrogance is the outbreak of Fear...

So;    Trust & Respect...
Excuse & Regard...
Love & Foresee...

All originates from LOVE...

We hate because of love...
We greed because of love...

We guilt for love...
We sin for love...

We love for love...
We love to love...

It is LOVE that makes HIM GOD...
It is love that unites us all...

For all need love to live...
you live to give and give to live...

Love is Aala...
Love is Mola...

Love is special...
Love is private...

It doles all kind...
It grows a bond...

It does turn hearts...
And changes minds...

Be free...
And Love all...

king of Hearts...

The forgiving Heart never breaks...
It is the Rigidity that fragments...

Make your heart that Sponge...
That has the ability to Absorb...

Tears and Sweat...
Breed Softness...
Cure Egos...
Breathes Love...

Ghum is the Cure,
To fears that come...

Tears become Pearls...
Only when sunk...

So Strengthen thy Hearts...
Through Sweat, through Tears...

It will bring you close to You...
And HE shall bring you close to HIM...

Ghungroo...the amazing...

You have heard its taal...
We have enjoyed it...
All have destroyed it...

And it still pulsates for us...

It is made out of Core...
We have seen it in Silver,
And enjoyed it in Gold...

Yes it does sound different...
When molded variously...
For each is special,
and a separate kind...

But if the rhythm was sour...

Gold could’nt save,
Neither could silver be of poise...

It is the Intent...

When Aim is Untainted...

Pure is Destiny...

Pure is Love...

It is Regardless...

It is Fearless...

It is Fearsome...

The power to judge,
Stays with HIM alone...

Thee has been given Faith,
To Fantasize Life...

The hereafter; another Chapter...

When the intention is pure,
Faith is an offspring...

We become one with ONE...

HE on your side makes thee Fearless...

So beat if your intention is Pure...
The sound will create the rhythm of Faith...

That Faith will bring nations together...
To live in harmony and live in LOVE...

       Don’t judge or keep a grudge...
       Have Faith & Spread Love...
       Make Noise even all alone...
       The voice will be heard in
       The Heavens above...

Your strength is God...

funKar...

Salam my dear Qasim;

Sorry for the delayed reply...
andas I always say:

the ones who are utterly extemporaneous; seem awfully busy...

Have been travelling back and forth to Dubai, opening up the .ybq concept studio. there...would love if you could come for the launch in February 2015...

We did not hear from each other...its been a while...but never did I feel your absence...your books adore my shelves and I glaze bye them several times in a day...so my dear you are always here...

Saw the photo you sent...brought back beautiful moments...the love and respect you gave, I shall cherish for as long as I live...thank you my friend for sharing your space and the lovely taweez you gave...blissful memories...

Our reunion and the image you sent, reminded me of something I wrote a while back... would love to share...

 

My life has always been about the existence of extreme...

Experimenting...
Indulging...
And always, always Learning...

Not necessary living on the edge as much as living edgily...

Finding beauty in Ordinary...
Beautifying though Fantasy...

I don’t know whether its late or early in life;
that I started seeing beyond...
Understanding a bit...

Feeling Stronger and Organizing the Process...
Realizing the Responsibility it comes with...

Then! Is it me?

Or is every Soul special?

Each Soul is special...
(I write as I hear)

To Each, his or her work is destined;
You shall be given the task you are made to perform;
You may decide to choose otherwise...

The whole Script is written on a positive note...(our Naseeb)
That we learn and grow everyday to become this higher being...

But the Twist comes when we Sway from the Script...

And that’s what makes us Human;
And Faith a questionable Task...

Faith is Beautiful...
But, Faith is Fantasy...

It is the Ultimate Love;
And we are all made to Love...

Connecting Connections...

I have always been a promoter of all languages...
Never did I discriminate,
Nor was I racist...
Always careful of not offending anyone”s emotions...

This was me...

But Wait!

I could not stand Urdu being written in English...

And my justification for my prejudice seemed really valid...

Erosion of the authentic Urdu literature...
The newer generations do not and would not recognize the script...

I was Fearful...

Today, 14th of August 2014, Adu”s birthday, lecturing and
preaching the above made me realize how wrong was I.

And how afraid was I...

So thankyouAdu, Duas to you little souls,
whose company made me see beyond what I was Viewing...

Language was made to Unite people...
So they could express their emotions...
It transferred feelings...

That was, is and always will remain its main purpose...

Nothing Stops...
All has to Go...

Only the Change is Permanent...

So Now I write Fearlessly...

Urdu; as beautiful as you are...
As glorious as you have been...
Will see centuries beyond me...

The New ways of connecting will form a hybrid culture...
Just like you once did...
Not taking away, but adding to its beauty...

A new Genre...
A new Life...
A new Beginning...

Inhale & Exhale...

            
Open your Eyes & Be Wise,          

Accept & Adore…  
Behave &Bebrave,                               
Love, Duas  &   Khuda Hafiz

Bench & The Benchmark

May Wanderers come and travellers go...
Always in a hurry, & seldom slow...

For them is this bench...
To sit back and Know...

For life is a Train...
For some to loose,
And lot to Gain...

The Destiny is One...
For All are One...

For more to come...
And all to Go...

Use this bench,
With love...
With Pride...

It gives you might...
To carry on...

The Voyage stays...
The Race begins...

So all of you...
Who gain from this...

Bless thy bench...
Don’t leave a mark...

Sit with humility,
With Poise & Grace...

Respect thy elders...
Bless little ones...

If you are strong...
Be humble, give space...

The purpose is One...
To Benefit all Kind...

Life is only in giving Life...

andekay ansoo

I locked my ears...
Eyes started fluttering...
Didn’t even want to hear the dialogues...
The screams echoed in the bones...
Those innocent faces...
Those shimmering eyes...
Those teachers...
YaKhuda...
What Chaos...
We are oblivious...
But we still cart a heart...
The same heart where you dwell...
My Maker...
You are a Mother & thy Lord...
Kinship and the Sword...
What did these children do...
Why was their life not pardoned...
The House of Mercy...
The Home of Peace...
Why do they take your name...
Nor do they live, neither do they die...
Who can make them understand...
Those would also loose their life...
The Leash is in your Hand...
This needs to be done NOW...
Turn their hearts or pull the Twine...
Blood has flown,
Screams & noise...
We all talk & we all listen...
We have no hope,
And the destiny is Far...
People have been asking me,
Is their any pain greater than thee...
Will tomorrow still come...
Will life of our just be done...
What to ask of the mother...
Should we still hope for Him...
How many more would you want to forgo...
I sit and expound...
There will be wait...
There is no Vain...
You have a Plan...
The lover greater than mothers...
For more can’t lift...
As the shoulder’s sway...
It shatters the Heart,
And whispers away...
You are The Just...
You are Inside& you are out...
The hidden is you,
As you are Revealed...
The Poet of ours...
The Truth & Thy Lord...
As much our’s,
As you are their’s...
This tiny World of our’s...
The Lord of which is you...
And just You...
Races and Colors...
People and Verses...
Make them blissful...
Take away misery...
Let them Flourish...
May friends be friends...
Countries and Places...
Be True; Be Free...

 

With sadness and agony...

Khuda Hafiz

Pakistan Zindabad

Behold Selfie

Each Soul is created Special & extremely Stunning...

And each has been blessed with the power of
Loving the Self...

Loving the Self is appreciating The Creator’s masterpiece...
It is accepting the Self...
It is Awareness...
It is Freedom...
It is Liberty...

Becoming the Beholder...
Beauty that only you can see...

Unfortunate are the ones,

Who’s Vision is another’s Eye,
Who’s Feelings are another’s Beat
Who’s Thoughts are another’s Wish...

The Power to Behold is taken away...

The king becomes Slave...

king Powers become his Weakness...

Weakness if not treated becomes Fear...

Attacked by Lies,
Comforted with Envy...

A potion that takes you away from Self...

Away from Self is away from Love & ultimately
Disconnected from the Creator and creations...

Away from God...

Hope is gone when Faith is Absent...

No Reason to Live...
No Hope : No Life...

No Reason to Live when you view yourself from another’s Faith...
Believing that Another’s Sight is your Thought...
Fancyingthe Idea & Standards of Splendor from discreteGauge...

You are hand made by GOD...
Strikingly Crafted, Engineered to Perfection...
Each Mole an Identity, each Scar a Memory,
Each Hair an Adornment, each Line a Masterpiece...

You:
       Look in the mirror...
       Look and look Closer,
       And Deeper...
      
       How Exquisitely you have been Carved...

       And Don’t Compare...
      
       Each is Different...
      
       Each one King...