World Poetry Day 📜🖋️📖☕️ - Page 2

 Where The Mind Is Without Fear Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; Where knowledge is free; Where the world has not been broken up into fragments by the tireless efforts of men; Where words come out from the depth of truth; Where the currents of tireless striving originate and flow without hindrance all over; Where the clear stream of reason and thoughts has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of lowly habits and deeds; Where the valour is not divided in 100 different streams; Where all the deeds, emotions are blissfully given by you My father, strike the sleeping India without mercy, so that she may awaken into such a heaven. -Rabindranath Tagore (1910).

Main teri dushman dushman tu mera

Sapne se jab main jaga ho gaya tha savera....

Originally posted by: SlowlyDrifting

I don't remember Bollywood movies' poetry ..May I post poetry in general?

Tere Dil main meri sanso ko panah mil jaye.

Tere Ishq main meri jaan fanaa ho jaye.

Probably the only 1 i remember. 😆

Originally posted by: tomnjerry2

Tere Dil main meri sanso ko panah mil jaye.

Tere Ishq main meri jaan fanaa ho jaye.

Probably the only 1 i remember. 😆

I do love poetry they show in the movies, but yaad nahi rehti aisi kuch. Will post something in general soon ⭐️

I love poetry, especially by Rumi and Ghalib. Here’s a favourite from Ghalib.

Aah ko chahiye ek umar asar hone tak

kaun jeeta hai tere zulf ke sar hone tak?

Ham ne maana ke taghaful na karoge, lekin

khaak ho jaayenge ham tumko khabar hone tak

Translated (From Google Bhaiya)

Aah ko chahiye ek umar asar hone tak

kaun jeeta hai tere zulf ke sar hone tak?

Ghalib laments that it would take a lifetime of sighs of the lover to have an influence (or affect) on the heart of the beloved. Who knows who will live so long so see this fructify. Who will live so long to see your hairs properly arranged and your small nuances (curls of your hairs could mean the tangled/mysterious ways of your life) to get resolved. The poet says these small niceties/concerns of yours may take forever and who knows if I am alive to see you finally free and giving me the full attention that I deserve.

Ham ne maana ke taghaful na karoge, lekin

khaak ho jaayenge ham tumko khabar hone tak

I know you will not be indifferent to me, but I may have died and turned to dust when the news of my situation reaches you. The poet says that I know you will not be apathetic towards me forever, but it could be that by the time you care to inquire about my well being (or respond to my love); I may be dead and turned to dust. The poet reassuringly tells his beloved, that I understand you will not be indifferent towards me, but who knows I may be dust by the time you get some news of me. One could also interpret it as poet hinting that if his love is not requited he will kill himself for the sake of love and it will be the only news she will get.

https://youtu.be/YZ_nS2VmTLo

Chalo phir dhund laye hum

Ussi masoom bachpan ko,

Jaha sapna sajaya tha,

Jaha bachapan bitaya tha,

Jaha pedo ke saye me

Gharonda ek banaya tha

https://youtu.be/pf676oTKEbM

Originally posted by: FingerFetish

I love poetry, especially by Rumi and Ghalib. Here’s a favourite from Ghalib.

Aah ko chahiye ek umar asar hone tak

kaun jeeta hai tere zulf ke sar hone tak?

Ham ne maana ke taghaful na karoge, lekin

khaak ho jaayenge ham tumko khabar hone tak

Translated (From Google Bhaiya)

Aah ko chahiye ek umar asar hone tak

kaun jeeta hai tere zulf ke sar hone tak?

Ghalib laments that it would take a lifetime of sighs of the lover to have an influence (or affect) on the heart of the beloved. Who knows who will live so long so see this fructify. Who will live so long to see your hairs properly arranged and your small nuances (curls of your hairs could mean the tangled/mysterious ways of your life) to get resolved. The poet says these small niceties/concerns of yours may take forever and who knows if I am alive to see you finally free and giving me the full attention that I deserve.

Ham ne maana ke taghaful na karoge, lekin

khaak ho jaayenge ham tumko khabar hone tak

I know you will not be indifferent to me, but I may have died and turned to dust when the news of my situation reaches you. The poet says that I know you will not be apathetic towards me forever, but it could be that by the time you care to inquire about my well being (or respond to my love); I may be dead and turned to dust. The poet reassuringly tells his beloved, that I understand you will not be indifferent towards me, but who knows I may be dust by the time you get some news of me. One could also interpret it as poet hinting that if his love is not requited he will kill himself for the sake of love and it will be the only news she will get.

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Jagjit Singh immortalized this song for me.

In my quest to learn Arijit songs, i seem to have forgotten that I could sing this number once upon a time. Zehan ke ek kone mei reh gaye (words are from Apna Gham Bhool Gaye, one of the earliest JS numbers I found).

Originally posted by: BirdieNumNum

Jagjit Singh immortalized this song for me.

In my quest to learn Arijit songs, i seem to have forgotten that I could sing this number once upon a time. Zehan ke ek kone mei reh gaye (words are from Apna Gham Bhool Gaye, one of the earliest JS numbers I found).

Oh Jagjit Singh has immortalised so many songs for me. May God rest his soul, I could listen to his songs all day. It takes me to another world.

Mere sabse favorite poems coincidentally Biggest B ke hain.... bole toh Harivanshrai Bachchan. Mereko dono kanthast (by heart) hain... lekin apne chhotu se phone ke chhotu se screen pe kavita aur translation type karte boodha ho jaunga... toh naam aur gist bata derelau:

Need ka nirmaan phir phir... (speaks about starting back from square one in an uplifting tone)

Jo beet gayi so baat gayi... (speaks about getting over a loss... in a cajoling positive manner)

Originally posted by: FingerFetish

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Aah ko chahiye ek umar asar hone tak

kaun jeeta hai tere zulf ke sar hone tak?

Ghalib laments that it would take a lifetime of sighs of the lover to have an influence (or affect) on the heart of the beloved. Who knows who will live so long so see this fructify. Who will live so long to see your hairs properly arranged and your small nuances (curls of your hairs could mean the tangled/mysterious ways of your life) to get resolved. The poet says these small niceties/concerns of yours may take forever and who knows if I am alive to see you finally free and giving me the full attention that I deserve.

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I have never understood the meaning of zulf ke sar hone tak... basically what is its exact meaning. Is the object of affection a guy who will lose his hair as age passes by?

PS: In traditional Indian styles of poetry many a times poems were written from a female perspective.... however in the Persian style it was always written from a male perspective....