Being Single

"Being Single doesn't mean you are alone."

I cherish being single. I keep my pulse high and steam low, I don't feel running or rushing for anyone now. I don't feel that I am in need of anything. I  am not worried about my testosterone's desire to date or  to push me into a relationship. Because I am happy now. I have got a pursuit to live life higher and better. I feel free from inquesting or echoing and shoving expectations from anyone. I am feeling high on the heels, like sauntering on the clouds over oceans and mountains. 

 Being single is not doleful or like  riding on the ship of melancholy. it means immunity and independence from expectations and explanations. it is an ecstatic epoch of life. it is an eon of devotion and appreciation for self. it bestowed the time of understanding and realizing the dreams and desires of life. It is not the end but a siesta before an elongated odyssey. It is an inception of loving and letting yourself assuredly alive. Celibacy is a key to the conscience and consciousness of one's character in looking and overlooking himself or herself positively .

 It is preparatory foyer before the flinty audit of life. Examine and Inquire yourself that if you would be devoid of a companionship, then what life meant to you ????

"Blast through that lonely feeling; it’s not real. We are never alone."

Peep into yourself you will find yourself girdled by many chums, awesome and elegant, angelic and alluring..

In prosperity there will be bunch of shadows swarming your entity and at the time of adversity they fades in the darkness. When one is in the pain and grief, many voices around tries to bring reconciliation and relief but they only utter but not touch the pain, it is only you that experience and feels it...It is you who stands like a bulwark against the bitter tests of life.So live for yourself...

Kick the life and beat the drum listen your self and follow your dreams, dreams that make you live...Push the limits, fuckoff the limitations, enjoy every moment of life. Spread smile and laugh on everything. Set your goals at the highest. Live longer and higher... Life is a one time opportunity, do justice to it coz after your death there is nothing even the darkness...Hell and heaven is mere construction of the hallow mind. Love everyone, have faith in yourself and do believe in others ability too, but rely on and trust yourself only !!! Grab every sort of opportunity, be the first in taking assignments and be the first in finishing the tasks.

Life will come with both thorns and flowers but it is up to you to make an exquisite  choice.. Be the father of your Successes and Failures.. try to limit your failures and extend your success...

Life is a gift we're given each and every day. 
Dream about tomorrow, but live for today. 
To live a little, you've got to love a whole lot. 
Love turns the ordinary into the extraordinary. 
Life's a journey always worth taking. 
Take time to smell the roses... and tulips... 
and daffodils... and lilacs... and sunflowers...

(Anonymous) 

(Majid Marazi)

Let us be Strangers again...

Let us be Strangers again...

The time has dropped its anchor

and we should yaw strangers anew.

I shall shun the hope of grace from you

and you should not glare at me

with your unreliable glance.......

My heart shall no longer carve for u..

my soul shall be silent... and

will never cry for you !!!

i will bury my desire deep

and turn my eyes blind

ears deaf and tongue dumb !!!

you just sojourn faraway

don’t come close to me...

lotus away as much as you can

never halt my existence with your presence

be there where you are .....

the dark shadows are my new chums

and the disgraces of past, my new allies ...

(Majid Marazi)

(Kashmiri) People of Kashmir

By: Bilal Majid (Majid Marazi)

The origin of kashmiri people is as  mysterious as the origin of Kashmir itself. Nothing is known of the early ages when aboriginal tribes dwelt on the banks of the mythic Kashmir lake or in the recesses of dense forests.  Albeit the earliest accounts are Hindu, but when or how the cult was introduced is not known yet. However,  the rock carvings and other material remains of prehistoric times found in many parts of Kashmir, like in Burzoham (3000 BC) show that the area has been inhabited from Neolithic times.There had been various opinions regarding the earliest  inhabitants of Kashmir. According to one theory, the earliest inhabitants consisted of a mixed Indo-Aryan population of Mons and Dards who find mention in the works of Herodotus, Nearchus, Megasthenes, Pliny, Ptolemy, and the geographical lists of the Puranas. However, the theory, that the Aryans were central Asian invaders and kashmiri’s belong to this stock is challenged by the historians like M.K. Kaw, Baikunth Nath Sharga who uphold that Aryans were indigenous and not foreigners, and belong to the “ superior breed”  with highly developed intellect. According to them Kashmiris, who belong to this group,where actually the decedents of those intellectual saints and sages who dwelt on the banks of mythological river,Saraswati, and migrated to Kashmir Valley after it became extinct around 2000 BC. According to another theory propounded by the Orientalist scholars like Francis Bernier and Francis Younghusband, that Kashmiris are the lost tribe of Israel. They cited many examples to justify their stand as they provided the evidences that the surnames of Kashmiris and various places are identical to that of Hebrew surnames and places.However, the theory, that the Kashmiris form a branch of the race which brought the languages of Indo-Aryan type into India, is a fact established by the evidence of their language and physical appearance. But the period of their immigration and the route they came by are still disputed points among the authorities on the subject. Suffice it to say that they have till now preserved a distinct form of culture and in ancient times would have produced a civilisation like those of ancient Greeks, which might have made a greater mark in the world history if they had been in contact with the sea, with ready access to other people and other civilisations. The kashmiris since the time immemorial have contributed to every branch of knowledge. In religious philosophy and understanding they have no match. The people of Kashmir had immensely contributed to the religious philosophies  of Buddhism, Shavism. Tantaricism etc. and left a deep mark in there manifestation, growth and promulgation. With the spread of Buddhism, many scholars came to Kashmir from far-off lands for research and the study of the various schools of Indian philosophy. Being situated at the finest location, where three Empires meet ( China, India and Central Asia), Kashmiris came into touch with the Roman, Greek and Persian civilisations, and this synergy led to the commencement of composite culture.

 The people of Kashmir are acknowledged for their phiz and fine forms. They are well built as Europeans, and their faces have neither Tartar flat nose nor the small pit eyes. Kashmiris are celebrated for wit and wisdom. They are considered much more enlightened and creative than the rest of Indians. In poetry they are not menial to Arabs and Persians and are very exertive and conscientious. In artistry they have no bout, the allurement of their palanquins, bedsteads, inkstands and other wooden and ivory crafts are really phenomenal and are are adding magnificence to many households across the globe.Superstitious by nature, Kashmiris are generally calm, modest and God-fearing. Regarded as peaceful in character, they are considered extremely warm, friendly, and hospitable. Ethnic penetration and conversion took place from time to time, when swarm of foreign intruders entered the vale from central Asia and India. The Huns, Chaks, Mughals, Pathans and Sikhs ruled Kashmir for some period, and tried their best to amend or change the cultural pattern of the Kashmiris, but no one could accomplish in altering the elegant and distinct character of the people. Sir Francis Younghusband concludes,“ kashmiris have remained as they were despite living with the proud Mughals, heartless Pathans, obstinate Sikhs and hard hearted Dogras.”

 Kashmiri Pandiths have been profoundly religious people, religion has played a cardinal role in shaping their customs, rituals, festivals, fasts, ceremonies, food habits and the worship of their deities.live a simple and frugal life. Individualistic and largely intellectual, they avoid manual labor and cling to professional and administrative jobs. Due to the terrorist activities lately, many of them have been uprooted from their homeland but the government has been trying to relocate them here. The Kashmiri Pandits do not have castes like Hindus in the rest of India.

Kashmiri Muslims are generally more active, energetic and charismatic, and are considered unrivalled craftsmen, known for their time-honored intricate and beautiful designs that they produce on papier-mâché, wood, silver and gold. Shrews businessmen, they also indulge themselves in agriculture, sheep rearing, cattle rearing and other cottage industries. Ninety percent of the population in the valley professes Islam of both Sunni and Shia sects.

     Kashmiri Woman often refered as ‘eve of  the Asiatic Eden’ is renowned for her beauty all over the world. Bernier, who visited Kashmir in the late seventeenth century, wrote, the women especially are very beautiful; and it is from this country that nearly every individual, when first admitted to the court of grand Mughals, select wives and concubines, that the children may be alluring than the Indians. Kashmiri women generally have such adulation for jewellery that their headgear, ears, necks and arms sparked with ornaments. The typical ornament that Hindu women wear is the Dejharoo, a pair of gold pendants, hanging on a silk thread or gold chain which passes through holes in the ears pieced at the top end of the lobes. The Dejharoo symbolizes that the Kashmiri Pandit woman is married. Muslim women wear bunches of earrings, the weight of which is supported by a thick silver chain along with several bracelets and necklaces. The whole ensemble lends a most artistic effect to the appearance of Kashmiri women.

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In the Middle of Sea...

                                             "In the Middle of sea" 

Come, my life, float with me
in the deep blue waters 
Which carries you to me........

in the midst of sea
i felt the breathe of your soul
inside me, deep and vast......

i give you my heart
because it beats for you
and  you hold my hand
in the middle of the sea.....

To hear your voice
and to gaze your glimpse
bring solace to me
I draw my life from you.........

(Majid Marazi)

Come, my swain, sail with me

in the deep blue waters

Which carries you to me........

in the midst of sea

under the crystal sky

i felt the breath of your soul

inside me, deep and vast......

my subsistence caught in shade

shows no gesture to fade

but your presence, an elixir

to soothe my frenetic fever 

in the midst of sea

under the crystal sky

i felt the breath of your soul

inside me, deep and vast......

walk with me 

there is no one here

only you and me

hold my hand in sun and shade

revel and pain 

hearing your tone

and gazing your glimpse

bring peace to me.......and,,,,

I draw my life from you.........

(Marazi)

Long Live Madiba.....

In the wretchedness

when wickedness devoured the hopes

the giant of Apartheid nipped the dreams

when humanity droops down deep

and land was craving for peace

U came as the hope

Madiba, The Father of the land...

like a Sun ......

to waif the darkness of Oppression

to lynch the demon of Revulsion !!!

Madiba, the Messiah.....

of destitutes, tyrannized.,

and the trampled........

with his agility and ability

sanguine the mists into pool

disperse dreams into rain

the rain of peace and tranquility

equality and Liberty..

and for the love of Humanity...

pilgrimages to  prisons

the sands of Robben Island

still hold the emblem,

of your long walks and strength ..

the walls of Pollsmoor Prison

still holds your breath

your dreams and Vision.

the iron bars of Victor Verster Prison

still feels your touch.....

the benignant and clement !!!!

keeping the ray of hope alive

into the hearts of millions

you yawed the ray into sun

more vibrant and lustrous

to cast away the murky fog

the oppression and apartheid

you intrude the hopes into the minds

of poor and oppressed..

to resist and fight

for the right, the cause of freedom

against all odds of oppression !!

you showed how to realise the dreams

crown the hopes and wishes...

with the light of freedom in the soul

you carve the new land

the abode of love and harmony

with no place for racism and asperity...

Madiba, the saviour

you are not departed

neither your soul nor your vision

they are here wandering and roaming

in the hearts and minds

of deprived and persecuted...

you will come back

and you have to come back

once again for the triumph of equality

justice and tranquility ...!!!

we will wait for your rise again

chanting your names

Long live Madiba

Long live Mandela.....

(Majid Marazi)

I PROMISE...

In the absence of you

My life is arduous to live

your smile and Fragrance

torments my Creation

My frame is wet

but soul appetent

Take me into arms

embrace my soul

and don't go anywhere far

This Vastness pleads you

to come, please come...

take me into your arms

embrace my soul

May the burning of my heart

pierces the dark clouds

to pour down oceans....

so we both drain in this rain of love

 I crave to fondle my fingers

on your deep wet curls

In these long lingering cold Nights

come... let us sleep under a single shred

in the Cinched room isolated from world

with silence all around.......

Take me into your arms

come please hold me deeply

let your breathe merge with mine

heartbeats sounds one

and the bodies melt in love

Make me restless and roving

fidgety and baited

don't take your gaze away now

Please stay with me all over..

You will never be angry

I will never annoy you

and will accomplish all affiance

I will not hurt you anymore

I  promise my LOve 

I Promise.............

(Majid Marazi)

" Chinar"
Even if the sun
the moon, 
the heavens and
the earth
miss the hunters,
when the innocent flowers
got lynched in the blooming garden,
and
if the nature whirled deaf
and the mountains and the rivers
lost their cognizance
there stands one tree
THE CHINAR !!
who witnesses their decimation
shedding its leaves
in their adoration !!!

edited by Majid Marazi

...چوم ماے چانے نامیے 
چانے لولیے چانے اماریے 
گوس کہار روءم گہر
دیتیم نالئ چانعے امارے
....آو ساکی جام ہت
دتن مس چان لولک
پیالہ بعر بعر چوم از جام
زولم جگر چانے امارے
...چوم ماے چانے نامیے
چانے لولیے چانے اماریے
(Majid Marazi)

Don't ask me ... 
who are you.....??
What is your label ? !!!
..I am an out-lander ...
In the City of your heart !!!
Meandering for a Paradise...
with torn hopes !!!
Open the weir of your Soul 
for the birds of love ...
to abode there, forever !!!
(Majid Marazi)

A ROLLING STONE...

"A ROLLING STONE"
I am a Rolling Stone !!!
with no Home...
    The whole world is Mine ...
What is in Arcadia !!!

                           what is not in Gehenna...

I am yearning for bliss
And that is Stateless ....
(Majid Marazi)

.... "WITHOUT YOU" .....
Without your ubiety in my entity ...
The world is cage to me
Your aversion is gassing !!!
Like a green twig in the fire
The exsiccation in the water
The bleeding sore !!!!!!
My presence is maimed
Anima is ruined....
reverie is sacked !!!!
Without you, I am inutile !!!
(Majid Marazi)

 

The Mourning Flag.....

You are not dead

neither your ideas nor visions

they can eliminate your body

but not the soul....

you are not dead 

but they are !!!

you died but u r not gone

death can not float u from us 

like the sun u sets...

       but u'll rise again, u r not gone !!

        ...........

    (Majid Marazi)

I Can Write The Happiest Lines......

I can write the happiest lines....

the lines that brings spring in the garden

the lines of joy ride

over the clouds of distress

The dark nights of frosty winters

freezes my self

and yawed me into iceberg

the warm rays of hope 

melts the ice

and freed my soul

from the shackles of agony

the whirlpool of pain......

I landed on the banks of sea

the sea of happiness 

with pleasant crystal water !!!

adorned with alluring fishes

black and red, green and white

All colors of life !!!

I sip the water

pure and fresh...

sweet like the wine 

I got the vision that..

the road to happiness 

is not anywhere....

but inside you !

hidden in the deep corners of life

I stand up and brushed my heart

removed the dust of loneliness

and i found the urn of happiness

Oh ! you happiness now stay with me

and be my friend

holds my hand till the end.........

(Majid Marazi)

Spitting her.....

I SPIT ON YOU.... 

YOUR BIRTH A CURSE

YOUR BRINGING UP IS WORSE

I THOUGHT U WAS AN ANGEL

WITH A BEAUTIFUL FACE...

BUT THE DEMON HOUSING YOUR BODY

COME OUT WITH ARROGANCE AND PRIDE

DEVOURED MY SOUL N WRECKED MY NIGHT...

I SPIT ON YOU .....

FOR BEING CHAUVINIST AND POSSESSIVE 

VIOLENT RESTLESS AND IMPULSIVE..

FREE MY SOUL YOU BIGOT MAROON

ABODE THE DARKNESS YOU EARN

           I SPIT ON YOU........... 

FOR BEING AROUND ME

YOUR APPEARANCE BRUISE MY DREAMS

GIFTED ME RESTLESS DAYS

JUST CASTAWAY TO THE HELL

THE PLACE YOU HARMONIZED..

I SPIT ON YOU ... 

I SPIT ON YOU.... 

(Majid Marazi )