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baant ke apna chehra maatha aankhe jaane kahaan gayi
phate purane ik album mein chanchal ladki jaisi maa
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निदा फ़ाज़ली
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रंजिश ही सही दिल ही दुखाने के लिए आ
आ फिर से मुझे छोड़ के जाने के लिए आ
रंजिश : anger
कुछ तो मिरे पिंदार-ए-मोहब्बत का भरम रख
तू भी तो कभी मुझ को मनाने के लिए आ
पिंदार-ए-मोहब्बत: pride of love
पहले से मरासिम न सही फिर भी कभी तो
रस्म-ओ-रह-ए-दुनिया ही निभाने के लिए आ
मरासिम: known
रस्म-ओ-रह-ए-दुनिया: the tradition of the world
किस किस को बताएँगे जुदाई का सबब हम
तू मुझ से ख़फ़ा है तो ज़माने के लिए आ
सबब: reason
इक उम्र से हूँ लज़्ज़त-ए-गिर्या से भी महरूम
ऐ राहत-ए-जाँ मुझ को रुलाने के लिए आ
लज़्ज़त-ए-गिर्या: the joy of weeping
महरूम: bereft
राहत-ए-जाँ: relief of my life
अब तक दिल-ए-ख़ुश-फ़हम को तुझ से हैं उम्मीदें
ये आख़िरी शमएँ भी बुझाने के लिए आ
दिल-ए-खुश-फ़हम: happily mistaken heart
- faraz
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I did attempt to translate this. It simply did not carry the heart-wrenching desperation that the original carries, so i let it go.
Faraz doesn't shy from begging to see their lover once more, just one more time. Even if it is to make them cry, even if it is in anger. Even if it is to break their heart once again. It asks the lover to humour the illusion they have of their pride, knowing that their so called "पिंदार-ए-मोहब्बत" sounds comical in this desperate, pleading ghazal. The ghazal closes with Faraz asking the lover to come and extinguish the last flames of hope in their heart. A ghazal written so beautifully, in an emotion that can be universally understood but is so hard to express.
In my opinion, Khan Saab's version of this ghazal is what has immortalized it. He takes the angst in the words and weaves it perfectly with his golden voice, giving the ghazal a whole new depth.
#ghazal#ahmad faraz#hindi poetry#shayari#indian poetry#desi dark academia#desiblr#ranjish hee sahi#hindustani#mehdi hasan
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आप की याद आती रही रात भर,
चाँदनी दिल दुखाती रही रात भर
(i missed you all night long, the moonlight hurt my heart all night long.)
गाह जलती हुई गाह बुझती हुई,
शम-ए-ग़म झिलमिलाती रही रात भर
(sometimes it burnt, sometimes it died, the lamp of grief flickered all night long.)
फिर सबा साया-ए-शाख़-ए-गुल के तले,
कोई क़िस्सा सुनाती रही रात भर
(the winds underneath the shadows of a flower-laden branch, told a tale all night long.)
एक उम्मीद से दिल बहलता रहा,
इक तमन्ना सताती रही रात भर
(my heart being coaxed by a hope, a desire troubled me all night long.)
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this nazm (a form of poem) by Faiz is written in remembrance and in honour of Makhdoom Mohinuddin after his death in 1969. Makhdoom was a revolutionary poet who was often compared to Faiz in their active years. this nazm is almost a copy of Makhdoom's original aapki yaad aati rahi raat bhar, carrying the same radeef and qaafiya.
Faiz's works have a quality of a double-edge to them; while you can love them as they are without knowing the context, you can truly feel the meaning with a contemporary lens. He never gave much emphasis on what his own meaning of his work is, often saying that his poems now belong to those who read them.
#dil e khush fehem#hindi poetry#ghazal#nazm#urdu shairi#urdu poems#indian poetry#urdu poetry#shayari#faiz ahmed faiz#makhdoom mohinuddin#desi poets
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So you’re a liberal? Or republican?
i believe everyone in the american government needs to die
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How do you fall back in love with life?
clean your room. clean space, uncluttered space, space that doesn’t have miasma clinging to it can work wonders. clean the dishes. sweep. take out the trash. peel the clothes off the floor and wash them, and then actually fold/hang them. take a long shower. scrub behind your knees. brush your teeth. (this can be utterly exhausting, but try to get it done in a day, if you can. the end result is worth it.)
pull out your notebook. it doesn’t need to be a new notebook, but preferably one that you don’t usually write in, or that you haven’t touched in a while. fuck moleskins. the yellow legal pad will work fine. sit in your room, or in the park, or in the library, and write a list. count clouds. describe all the colors that you see, and note patterns that arise. sketch the cracks in the walls. note the shape light makes when it enters a space. talk about what the air tastes like, smells like. what sounds are there? even the white nose, break that down: air planes, fans, cicadas, anything. remind yourself that you are sitting in the middle of a space brimming with detail. remind yourself that you are not in nothingness and emptiness. your world is fathomless. it has potential.
drink cold water and try to eat something that isn’t processed. it does not need to be fancy. buy yourself an apple with the change between your couch cushions. eat it outside. if you’re someone who walks, walk somewhere afterwards, just to stretch your legs. take your fucking meds. remember that its a good thing that you are inside your body. your body is a fantastic and endlessly intricate machine, and even though society has smacked a bunch of poisonous ideas on it, that doesn’t change its inherent worth and splendor. take care of it.
read a novel. underline your favorite lines, and write phrases that twist your heart inside your chest on the back of your hand with an ink pen. read a novel like it’s poetry. read poetry, something decadent but unpretentious. watch a movie you haven’t seen before. if there are free art galleries near you, walk through one. take your time. let yourself bask. if there are patterns in what makes your soul ache, write those patterns down – marbles arches or soot crumbling bricks or dandelions or descriptions of dresses or whatever it is, write them down.
your chosen family is important. remember, they picked you as much as you picked them. the love has no obligation. it is given freely and it is given from a place of compassion. you are not a burden. if you need to breathe, take a minute by yourself and just exist, but remember to go back to your people. when they need you, listen and be gracious. always be gracious. the universe sometimes remembers things like that.
listen to new music. link jump on youtube or related artist jump on spotify or ask the chap beside you in the cafe what their favorite band is, and listen to that. listen to something that you don’t usually listen to. we tend to tie up a lot of memory with music. we are falling in love again. the soundtrack needs to be specific to that.
allow yourself to indulge in romantics. press flowers in old books. play movies with subtitles and mouth the words. dance in your room. wear something that makes you feel good, even if you wouldn’t wear it in public. write your chosen family letters, even if you hand deliver them. write poetry, even awful poetry. revel in its awfulness. eat dark chocolate and when your chosen family want to go out, try to go out with them sometimes, even if its just to the market.
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तू ख़ुदा है न मिरा इश्क़ फ़रिश्तों जैसा
दोनों इंसाँ हैं तो क्यूँ इतने हिजाबों में मिलें
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you are not god, neither is my love like the angels.
when we are both human, why do we meet donning so many veils?
- faraz
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i don't know who i am saying this to. but love is much easier with the knowledge of how human we all are. it is easier to love, and easier to let go of love, when you realise that you are just another person. loving yourself comes easy too, then.
#love#ghazal#hindi poetry#ahmad faraz#shayari#dil e khush fehem#take care of yourselves#indian poetry#love poetry#poetry#urdu poetry#urdu poems#urdu shairi
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take my quiz if you want to feel sad about yourself
there are ten results, all colours, and no pop culture questions whatsoever.
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Reblog this if you slept with my ex-wife Susan.
Trying to prove a point to my divorce lawyer.
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what r ur opinions on the whole tumblr plus thing?
are you sure you want this, anon? like, i know you asked for it, but i don't think you really understood the extent of what my answer would be, lol.
i'm sorry. but if you want to read my opinion, i'll put it below the cut.
thanks for stopping by, anon. i hope you're having a great day! <3
tl;dr: i think it's a terrible fucking idea.
then again, i accidentally doxxed my maiden name just last night trying to send someone a ko-fi by not double-checking my paypal settings, so idk, maybe my dumb ass would be better off if i could just support my content creators through tumblr instead.
but. that (my dumbassedry) is a separate issue, so let's move on.
listen.
i get it, okay? some people put a lot of work into the content they put on tumblr. and i very much understand the impetus to want to be compensated for that work. and tumblr feeding into that desire makes total sense from the standpoint of both their business model and the feedback i'm sure they've received from some of their top content creators.
i also think paywalls flying across your dash will eventually spell the death of this platform as we know it.
i've been on tumblr on and off before, but never really committed to it like i did this time. and one of the things i genuinely like about tumblr is that i'm not constantly being shown "sponsored content" and that i can access the information and content i want pretty freely.
i've definitely seen other people espouse this as a good thing, too; that there is certainly a more even playing field for content creators here than on instagram or twitter.
pay walls are exclusionary by nature and therefore i fucking hate them. (lookin' at you, news organizations...) what happens when someone really wants to support you but can't afford it? what happens when people get angry that they can no longer see and enjoy the content they've become accustomed to? do we really want to make tumblr the sort of place where your economic status determines which blogs you can interact with?
because if we do, eventually those folks will leave the platform and tumblr will become increasingly insular until it's just an echo chamber for the highest level content creators to pat themselves on the back.
that is my opinion. maybe i'm wrong (i hope i am), but that seems to me the logical conclusion.
there's also the issue of fan content in general and what using paywalls to generate revenue could mean for our freedom to create fan fiction and art. as has been pointed out in many of the posts circulating about this feature, people like me are able to create the content we do because we do it for free.
there is a reason i feel queasy every time i see a writer offering to create fanfiction for a price. that kind of behavior can get you into trouble, and even a small cohort of folks doing that kind of thing can spell trouble for every fan creator out there.
there's a reason anne rice's works are super popular still, but there is 0 fan content available for them. i would hate to see fandoms i love like naruto or bnha be impacted because someone saw an opportunity when paywalls started going up around content that's based on other sources.
idk. maybe part of my issue is just that i don't like change. i don't want my experience here (which has overall been super positive) to suddenly change so that a few people at the top can make some money. (because let's face it, most of us could never hope to make a profit from this service.)
the thing is, tho, i don't really know what the solution is, either. because tumblr has to make money to survive. content creators are not wrong for wanting to be compensated for their work.
i guess my thought is just to keep reblogging and commissioning and using ko-fi (with the proper paypal settings, don't be an idiot like me my god) and hope that by making our content creators feel loved and appreciated we can stave off the slow and inevitable capitalist death of a platform that means a lot to so many people.
i'll get off my soapbox now. if you actually read this whole thing (MY GOODNESS WHY DID YOU DO THAT GO TAKE A NAP YOU POOR SOUL), then i'm sorry, lol.
mostly, tho, i look forward to seeing what y'all think about this service because i'll be honest, the reactions i've seen thus far have been overwhelmingly negative. maybe that's just the particular space i occupy, but i think it's going to be hard for tumblr to justify the service moving forward now that so many people have voiced their displeasure for it.
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ab ke hum bicchde toh shayad kabhi khwabo mein mile
jis tarah suukhe hue phool kitaabo mein milein
dhuund ujde hue logo mein wafaa ke moti
ye khazane tujhe mumkin hai kharaabo mein milein
gam-e-duniya bhi gam-e-yaar mein shaamil kar lo
nasha badhta hai sharaabe jo sharaabo mein milein
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if we were to seperate now, maybe we would meet in our dreams,
how dried flowers meet in books..
find the pearls of loyalty in ruined people
these treasures are for you to find in rubble
add the pain of the world to the pain of my love
the inebriation increases when alcohol mixes in alcohol..
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note: an important element of the ghazal is the refrain, called the radeef. the radeef is present in the ending of each Sher or couplet, oftentimes in the form of a verb. in this ghazal by faraz, "milein" is the radeef.
milein (मिलें) means to meet, and it can also mean to find or to mix. since the ghazal is about seperation and longing, the repition of this word, albeit in different meanings, makes up the very crux of the idea.
- faraz.
#ahmad faraz#ghazal#urdu poetry#shayari#urdu shayari#hindi poetry#indian poetry#ab ke hum bicchde#why do i try to translate its way too hard anyway
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No bc i had no idea you could see timestamps like that😭
As much as I mildly despair about the functionality of Tumblr, I’m forever grateful we don’t have the creative interface of other social media platforms.
I keep seeing youtubers talking about how the new algorithm on their creative dash is so detrimental to their mental health, both in terms of how they feel about themselves as creators and the content they make—dreading to find out their performance rating, regardless of whether they enjoyed it or not. And it’s the same across multiple other platforms, TickTock, Facebook, Instagram. Fuck, I’ve even seen people with business accounts complaining on Twitter.
And then there’s Tumblr. Where sometimes you can’t find your own posts even though you know you tagged it, time stamps are hidden in the ellipses at the top right hand corner of the post, your bread recipe keeps getting flagged as porn, too much punctuation causes asks not to send, and checking your activity feed causes the app to crash. You want to know your trending numbers? You want to know what’s performing well? Fuck you, guess.
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Christ, if this isn't the best goddamned thing I've read today. Fucking brilliant.
the hamlet ocd post
that’s right. only took me fifty years. here it is: prince hamlet of denmark of william shakespeare’s smash hit hamlet has obsessive-compulsive disorder and i’m right & about to prove it.
OBLIGATORY DISCLAIMER THAT YOU CAN STAGE HAMLET HOWEVER YOU WANT. (but i am right.)
credit where credit is due: this post (and this headcanon) was initially inspired by this post! because as soon as i read it, i was obsessed (no pun intended) with the idea. so here i am having re-read hamlet and jotted down actual line numbers as evidence, as if i am writing an essay and not a tumblr post, which is very obsessive-compulsive of me in general, actually. (yes, i have ocd; yes, i am qualified to make this post; yes, i will gladly accept additions/thoughts from anyone!!)
OBLIGATORY SECOND DISCLAIMER THAT I AM NOT THE END-ALL BE-ALL ARBITER OF WHAT OCD IS; THIS POST IS DRAWN FROM MANY OF MY OWN PERSONAL EXPERIENCES, BUT OCD MANIFESTS IN DIFFERENT WAYS FOR EVERYONE WHO HAS IT, AND I AM NOT A LICENSED MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, I’M AN EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD.
under a cut because… dear god, do i have things to say.
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