Of cool sad evenings

Allah-u-Akbar, originally uploaded by [ I ].

Happiness at the new day
Eyes open from slumber
Bodies made of memories
Of cool sad evenings

Strange medley of feelings
I am light as a bird
In spacious dreams of stone
Serene yet reserved smile
On my face

In the dark’s absurdity
Among snatches of dream
Silence in the dread
We weary of everything
We weary of thinking
Of thinking!

End of June

16 Comments so far

  1. Talha Masood (thandak) on December 16th, 2008 @ 12:42 pm

    nice pic…

  2. sufiblade on December 16th, 2008 @ 1:06 pm

    Who is the poet?

  3. A for [pine]Apple (asmamirza) on December 16th, 2008 @ 1:25 pm

    TM: :)

    Sufiblade: don’t know isiliyyay tu link dia hay :)

  4. wkhang on December 16th, 2008 @ 1:51 pm

    It looks like a sad evening, towards a death (Night),
    When we all about to die (death sleep)and the moon will be only alive,

    But, the morning is the only promise is given by supreme,
    why should we worry about the night, morning will come,

    When all faces will be absolutely "SMILE" : )
    but don’t forget to share the smile or again you will be the
    part of the shrine.

    Nice post Asma, December is the month when most of us get depressed due to hundreds of reasons, Faisal Mosque do remind me lots of happy and sad events.

  5. A for [pine]Apple (asmamirza) on December 16th, 2008 @ 3:10 pm

    Post tu aam hay the pic is so harmonious :)

  6. wkhang on December 16th, 2008 @ 4:08 pm

    Legta hay aap ko mery tothy pothy poetry say koy wasta nahi : (

  7. anwar on December 16th, 2008 @ 7:36 pm

    Beautiful image and complementing words…

  8. kabirdas on December 16th, 2008 @ 8:59 pm

    An excellent picture.

  9. Hasan Mubarak (hasanmubarak) on December 16th, 2008 @ 9:22 pm

    Serene indeed! :)

  10. A for [pine]Apple (asmamirza) on December 16th, 2008 @ 9:27 pm

    Thank you all :)

    You can click the image and complement the photographer too :)

  11. ڈفرستان کا ڈفر (duffer) on December 16th, 2008 @ 11:12 pm

    poetry flew away over my head :D
    and of course very nice shot

  12. A for [pine]Apple (asmamirza) on December 17th, 2008 @ 12:07 am

    maqsad pooora hogaya :P

  13. kaami on December 17th, 2008 @ 2:55 am

    Thanks for sharing this beautiful photograph and the mood as well.

    There is something about sadness that happiness can never match. Here is some old fashioned Urdu poetry to bore you guys:

    Tum aaye ho na shab-e-intezaar guzree hey
    Talash mein hey sehar baar baar guzree hey



    shaam-e-firaaq ab na puuchh aaii aur aake Tal gaii
    dil thaa ke phir bahal gayaa, jaa.N thii ke phir sambhal gaii


    Mah-e-nou ko kya pata hey
    Kahan jaa ke raat tehree

    Meri Aah ko khabar hey
    Shab-e-Gham ki baat tehree

    Meri tarah mah-o-mehr bhee hein awaraa
    Kisi habib ki yeh bhee hein justajo karte

    Yeh arzoo thee tujhee gul ke rubaroo karte


  14. crazymonkey on December 17th, 2008 @ 10:44 am

    Not too sad for me. I guess it depends on how one percieves the image. I percieve it as a picture depicting a time for introspection and contemplation, a time to relax and have a nice cup of warm chocolate milk and a prolonged conversation with your spouse/partner/friend.

    By the way, what’s the small hill behind the mosque?

  15. kabirdas on December 18th, 2008 @ 10:35 pm

    And here is some poetry to cheer you up:

    The Setting Sun
    by Claude Peter Dhuet

    I see in the distance before me,
    A picture worthy to behold,
    Painted in colors of such beauty,
    In colors yet untold,

    For there lies an ocean beyond my shore ,
    As far as my eyes can see,
    Bathed in the light of the setting sun,
    A magical golden sea.

    Soft clouds drift by, adorning the sky,
    Each with its own design,
    Arranged with colors as on an artist’s palette,
    Colors that boggle my mind.

    A ship that I can hardly see looms on the horizon,
    Floating on so vast a sea it’s like a toy,
    Enveloped in a haze of purple colors,
    Bringing dreams of far off lands as a boy.

    A seagull silhouetted by the setting sun,
    Knowing now its day is done,
    Slowly gracefully flies my way,
    Looking for night a place to stay.

    I stand there in a momentary silence,
    The picture that I see impressed upon my mind,
    I wonder if God painted this picture just for me,
    A gift for me that’s only mine.

  16. kabirdas on December 18th, 2008 @ 10:39 pm

    @ crazymonkey on December 17th,

    Sir, the mound behind the mosque happens to be in Army sector E-10. There are some CDA water storage tanks on top of it.

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