Welcome gentle reader, to my secret retreat, leave your worries and
your cares at the entrance. Come remove your shoes and feel the
cool marble under you feet as you walk through the carved arches
of the courtyard. Rest for a while on this silken divan, relax on
the soft cushions, let your mind drift into serenity as you listen
to bird song mingling with the sounds of a shepherds flute that
wafts from yonder hill.Breathe in deeply of the delicate jasmine
scented zephyrs. Let the tinkling of the fountain soothe the
weariness away from within your soul. Listen to songs of tales of
hope and despair, love and longing, princes and fairies, of now
and long ago.
After you rest a while we can be acquainted; I came on this
earth two score and three years ago. My heart though, remains that
of a child finding innocence, beauty and wonder in everything. My
mind indeterminate in age, in its search for truth and wisdom. My
spirit ageless, free of me it soars beyond sight far to its
heavenly home tracing the paths of sages and sufis, rejecting all
the allures of this world.
Forgive me, I have been remiss, for I have not offered you any
refreshments, help yourself a fuzzy peach and let its juice run
down your chin as you bite into it's sweet flesh, quench your
thirst from the juice of the grape in tiny jade green cups, or
drink cool refreshing spring water from a silver tumbler with
fragrant rose petals floating in. When the time comes for you to
leave, I hope you leave rejuvenated and return soon.
Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
With all my blossoming hopes unharvested,
My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,
And all my tears unshed.
Sarojini Naidu
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Some Urdu shers (couplets) of my dads
Muhabbat ke takkazon mein na aane di kami maine,
jahan dil ki khalish ubhri, tumhe aawaz di maine.
Apna Alam, Alam nahin Apni khushi khushi nahin
Yeh bhi hai koyi zindagi Yeh koyi zindagi nahin
Dekho toh jee rahain hain hum, samjho toh jee mein jee nahin,
suratein zindagi toh hain, maaniye zindagi nahin.
Unki talash mein unhey kho diya pakey baraha
Yaane woh yaad hain mujhe aur mujhe yaad bhi nahin
Unka gham ,unka tasavur, unki yaad, unka khayal;
hum ko jo kuch naseeb hain, unko naseeb bhi nahin.
a new sher by dad
Soyee Hu'ee thi seeney mein nazuk si zindagi
Tumne nigaah daltehi dil bana diya
I have recently started the Peace-Chain Do visit the site given below.
peace-chain.tripod.com
I have recently begun a blog on my years in Kuwait and will be adding to it regularly.
spaces.msn.com/members/scatteredimages/
Please check out my albums on Kuwait at webshots
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali1
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali2
my albums on India and Kuwait at
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali4
and my latest albums on Spring in Kuwait 2006 at
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali3
Pictures of spring in Kuwait March 2006
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali5
a small holiday in the western ghats hills
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali6
your cares at the entrance. Come remove your shoes and feel the
cool marble under you feet as you walk through the carved arches
of the courtyard. Rest for a while on this silken divan, relax on
the soft cushions, let your mind drift into serenity as you listen
to bird song mingling with the sounds of a shepherds flute that
wafts from yonder hill.Breathe in deeply of the delicate jasmine
scented zephyrs. Let the tinkling of the fountain soothe the
weariness away from within your soul. Listen to songs of tales of
hope and despair, love and longing, princes and fairies, of now
and long ago.
After you rest a while we can be acquainted; I came on this
earth two score and three years ago. My heart though, remains that
of a child finding innocence, beauty and wonder in everything. My
mind indeterminate in age, in its search for truth and wisdom. My
spirit ageless, free of me it soars beyond sight far to its
heavenly home tracing the paths of sages and sufis, rejecting all
the allures of this world.
Forgive me, I have been remiss, for I have not offered you any
refreshments, help yourself a fuzzy peach and let its juice run
down your chin as you bite into it's sweet flesh, quench your
thirst from the juice of the grape in tiny jade green cups, or
drink cool refreshing spring water from a silver tumbler with
fragrant rose petals floating in. When the time comes for you to
leave, I hope you leave rejuvenated and return soon.
Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
With all my blossoming hopes unharvested,
My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,
And all my tears unshed.
Sarojini Naidu
_
Some Urdu shers (couplets) of my dads
Muhabbat ke takkazon mein na aane di kami maine,
jahan dil ki khalish ubhri, tumhe aawaz di maine.
Apna Alam, Alam nahin Apni khushi khushi nahin
Yeh bhi hai koyi zindagi Yeh koyi zindagi nahin
Dekho toh jee rahain hain hum, samjho toh jee mein jee nahin,
suratein zindagi toh hain, maaniye zindagi nahin.
Unki talash mein unhey kho diya pakey baraha
Yaane woh yaad hain mujhe aur mujhe yaad bhi nahin
Unka gham ,unka tasavur, unki yaad, unka khayal;
hum ko jo kuch naseeb hain, unko naseeb bhi nahin.
a new sher by dad
Soyee Hu'ee thi seeney mein nazuk si zindagi
Tumne nigaah daltehi dil bana diya
I have recently started the Peace-Chain Do visit the site given below.
peace-chain.tripod.com
I have recently begun a blog on my years in Kuwait and will be adding to it regularly.
spaces.msn.com/members/scatteredimages/
Please check out my albums on Kuwait at webshots
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali1
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali2
my albums on India and Kuwait at
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali4
and my latest albums on Spring in Kuwait 2006 at
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali3
Pictures of spring in Kuwait March 2006
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali5
a small holiday in the western ghats hills
community.webshots.com/user/pari_ali6
- Last seen on Aug 22 9:32 AM. Member since April 16, 2003.
- I'm a hidden phosphate poet for 4878 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is make each moment count.
- I am a girl (Kuwait)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Homemaker.
- Visit my homepage at peace-chain.tripod.com
- I am in the groups Muslim poets who want to get together, Oldpoetry Reference, Sisters In Soul, The Friends Group
- I have 4,878 comments, 1 contest, 3 addlines, 4 columns
My Poetry
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I once strolled down paths of grace
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It rained today, well not that rain is unusual during the monsoon, but today’s rain was different. It was very unlike the usual benign drizzles we receive, when both water and breeze play with hair and face and leave a person
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Dusk! Is it just me or does it affect others too in the same way? I find an inexplicable sadness permeate my being. Perhaps it is the unwillingness to say goodb205 lines, 6 comments, July 6, 2004. In <200 lines, Fiction
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Its past 2 am, the heated room feels stuffy, suffocating, sleepless I go to open the window. The cold air enters and mingles with the warm air escaping from the room the mixtur334 lines, 5 comments, July 6, 2004. In <200 lines, Fiction
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India! The very name had spelt magic and mystic to her and finally she had decided to make her dream come true. Now as she sat at the airport waiting for her flight back home,1005 lines, July 6, 2004. In <200 lines, Inspirational
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PariAysel : Hi on March 12salaam! kaisi hain aap?
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aslanlight on February 15Hi Pari! Great to hear from you.
I had my fillings out in London the other week, you know I have mercury poisoning. Well I've started to have days where I actually feel I have some energy! I cleaned the fridge for the first time in months the other day. It's taking time but I'll get well.
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B Chandler on October 23, 2006Actually, I've had the information about her for a good while as research report of my college English courses and that I've had found the information about Dame Sitwell for a good time now--just never knew what to do with it
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