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some pictures

evening in hills

sharda

a visit to sharda situated in deep and lovely woods on the bank of neelum river across loc in pak kashmir was simly out of this world experience..the ancient sharda temple dedicated to godess of learning, scholarship ,knowledge, language and articulation continues to stand proud for the last 2000 years...the legendry sharda university the fountainhead of kashmirs intellect was also situated here in those far off days.

some pictures....beauties on the road,

in and arround muzaffarabad(pak)

lazy me....

few months have gone by , since the last post...in between beautiful spring gave way to hot and now humid summer..i continued to follow my pursuits , working for a living,composing poems ,drawing sketches and living generally...started a column in a daily paper on a weekly basis..can be read on all sundays by logging on to www.kashmiruzma.net the column is titled 'hasilezarb' and is in urdu.

exibition...contd

preparations.....contd

exhibition...contd

preparations

exhibition

start

one more

from the catalog..........a tree or what ?

exhibition

a few drawings uploaded by photographing with a mobile phone camera...so the secret is out...all images uploaded on this blog so far are mobile phone camera images..

exhibition of drawings

an exhibition of my drawings is scheduled for tomorrow.in all 30 drawings will be on

thewalls of best gallery in town.time to come and have a look.

ek gazal

libas us ka jo dhani ho gaya hai

dupatta aasmani ho gaya hai

ragon main dodta to surkh hota

lahoo aankhon main paani ho gaya hai

fana hote hue socha jise main

wahi to javidani ho gaya hai

shabab us ka jo qasre javidan tha

wahi ab dare fani ho gaya hai

mana lao ayaz us sheeshagar ko

khafa phir yarejani ho gaya hai

rainbow contd

another attempt at uploading rainbow .......

more rainbow pictures could not be uploaded..will try again lateron ...

rainbow

it was something of a revelation.sunny afternoon in the hills and suddenly from nowhere clouds appear on the horizon and it begins to rain...rain leads to a gush of hail...an icy wind blows in every direction....and lo and behold...the beautiful rainbow..nature is the original painter....painting perfect.

new pictures

selected two interesting images..they were clicked in the evening while clouds hung everywhere ready to burst in to torrential rains....threatening the blossoms on the apricot trees...clouds did burst and it is raining since in torrents,without letup...what happened to the blossoms...did they withstand the terror of rains...or..did they perish as every beautiful thing has to perish.....to make way for more beauty..

seeking light

the shrine door to light
meditation mat
wonder tree

it was a holiday...and natural to move out even with clouds ready to pour.a trip to the shrine in the montanes always invigorates...the saint had moved up from the planes in to the montanes seeking the truth...spreading light all around..people continue to flock to this place..seeking peace and divine help...shrine has been here for more than 200 years now..

beauty around

lofty montanes..majestic trees...mysterious clouds.and ofcourse human greed in the form of tree stumps...

on the road

some more of the road..

rains rains......

it has been raining through the whole week..all surrounding montane peaks have recieved fresh snow..icy winds erupt from these montanes ..but for the rains we had begun seeing flowers sprouting all over.whites yellows reds ..all colors..on the bush ,in the shrub and over the trees,flowers every where.rains bring with it landslides road closures and endless wait on the way..while waiting for the road to open ,what do u do? come out of ur car and move around walking in the slush and mud,looking around and a whole new world opens up in front of u..the birds u have never seen earlier the trees u have never noticed as separate entities,as individuals, u start establishing a contact,and suddenly feel u belong here...u r home..

visitors

shehjar is a lovely word .shade of a chinar tree,the kind protective hand of a dad or anchal of a mom.....but the comments r already deleted,,,but the blog is really good,,liked the poems...they seem to come from heart..rare these days.

some more of rajouri

hills are enchanting any season.with every passing second they change their looks..every little nook and every small crevice between rocks tells a story..every rock murmurs a song...and i go on listenung to this orchestra of rocky silences.

rajouri scenic sunset

kashmirpoems

kashmirpoems gazal

hum ne boi thi aas kheton main

pakne wali hai yaas kheton main

ghis raha hai badan ka pairahan

ug rahi hai kapas kheton main

fasl pakti hai aag lagti hai

log hain badhawas kheton main

jadh diye bargobar pedon ne

kon tha belibas kheton main

khoobsurat ajib tayir tha

dekhna aaspas kheton main

chhod ker jab kisan jate hain

ug hi aati hai ghas kheton main

kis ki dhun main gaya wo kheti se

ghoomta hai udas kheton main

kashmirpoems

kashmirpoems

arz kia hai

aas main kate bees baras aur yaas main kate bees baras

kuchh na poochho hum ne kaise kate hain chalees baras

jis ne hum ko ishq sikhaya jis se samjhe saare gur

us ki umr thi sola satra apni thi ikees baras

aate jate her mosam main us ka jadoo qaim hai

bees baras se dekh raha hoon lagti hai unnees baras

kashmirpoems

kashmirpoems nai gazal

bikshu se khwahishat ka ban mangti rahi

kashkole tan main umr tapan mangti rahi

sargoshian suni thi darobam ne yahan

khali thi charpai badan mangti rahi

le ker chirag raat ko phirti thi khamshi

ganjinaai haroof sukhan mangti rahi

kis ka na jane lams samaya lihaf main

reh reh ke raat muj se badan mangti rahi

khud tiragi se sehmi hui shab tamam shab

daste dua uthaye kiran mangti rahi

parasmani thi nag ke muhn main chupi hui

nagin lipat lipat ke wo phan mangti rahi

kashmirpoems

kashmirpoemsmunjamid raaste gubar kahan/daastanon ke wo sawar kahan.mere dar per nishan nahin lekin/apni qismat pe aitibar kahan.dhoop se pehle aandhian guzrin/ped koi hai sayadar kahan.wo matanat kahan wiqar kahan/shehr main ab rahe chinar kahan.husn ki ab wo dilbri kaisi/ishq ka ab wo karobar kahan.ek ik karke sab bichadte hain/hum kahan per hain aur yaar kahan.wo bi karte nahi hain wade ab/hum se hota hai intizar kahan.us ki baten suno jo pehron bi/raaz hote hain aashkar kahan.gul khile hain hawa bi badli hai/phir bi gulshan main hai bahar kahan.ek lamhe main kar guzarjana/khud pe rehta hai ikhtiar kahan.(ayaz rasool)

kashmirpoems: lizard -grasshoper-car

of being weigh me down your name suddenly sets me free,your name brightens up the skyecho reheard......when oppressive darkness engulfs me when burdens ...........

kashmirpoems

i have to make a sincere admission about not being able to keep this blog going on a regular basis.usual excuse would be i m busy.i m not.perhaps i m lazy.an honest admission .such admissions are also selfishness driven or motivated.many people praise u when u admit your failings ,your weeknesses.this is a way to acquire greatness.is it not?

kashmirpoems

i dont really know what to write to day --every creative effort has to unddergo periods of inactivity between episodes of activity.......they call it writers block.it comes and goes of its own accord ,never keeps a calender.we may have in fact missunderstood this----creative inactivity is perhaps the norm ,the rule and creativity may then be only an exception,or rather an affliction----targeting only few souls in a society,some sort of a malady-----but one that finally turnes in to an addiction,common to writers artists poets painters etc.

kashmirpoems

kashmirpoemswanda,sheena ,samawara, hamama---konga,haersa te tot noonechai dama---alishekha,hassan sufia shamima---rosul mirun te mahjurun kalama--(late nazki) winter as all other seasons is extremely charming in kashmir . the poet recalls some elements of life during winter in these lines.he talks of winter and with it snow teakettle,the turkish bath,s affron,cookedlamb,sizzling cup of salted tea,singers---ali sheikh,hassan sufi,shamim and poetry of rasul mir and mahjur---both celebrated poets of kashmir.