Name: 'Don't Ask Me For That Love Again,' a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, read by RM. by ViciousMinutesHour in faiz
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Description: Don't Ask Me For That Love Again, a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, read by Rm

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Faiz Ahmed Faiz - Nisar Mein Teri Galiyon Ke

Then came a time of caesuras. The lakes
the land, the soul-blue earth, listened.
Some dream, long sealed in the ice of stars,
awakened, tinkling like a crystal glass
under a knife — the dream that all men
dreamed, lying in wet grass under comets,
or thighs vacant in the back of brothels —
a lust for another planet of another hue,
redder than the Red square in Moscow.

Of course, it felt just like a joke, this false
reverie of a false country, but it covered it all,
the heat thicker than honey into which
bears dived and died, bees lost in poppies,
nightingales missing at dawn, their songs,
their small decisions, their inscrutable innocence
filling pages of books never to be read
again. And no one could say if it mattered much
or not, to live under of a birdless sky,
when there wasn’t a creature on this earth,
flapping its wings out of illustrations,
for whom one would gladly give his life.

When the word extinction flooded the news,
everyone felt the roots of his own world
move but sat on, with pictures, pictures
and nothing else, pinned on retinas like moths.
— men falling from boats or towers of steel,
selfies longing to drown in popularity.
A horror so deep only a new ritual could absorb it
— with no icons nor incense, but laughs
and porn halting the mind via telephones.

Oracles hardly depicted such terminal,
that pit of iron oxide, hung like a ruby
in the sky. Never mind — the City of Light
now drifted as a glacier in the distance,
the last trumpet — or was it the whole
Revelation ? — just a broken gutter pipe.
There are so many ways to decline
a miracle, not the jasper flying through the air,
but the air itself. Not the gold but the water.
Heaven was blue. The dream, of blood.

Honey I’m losing you, played the song on repeat.
I can feel it in the air, it’s there everywhere.

During the interval, between the sapphire
and the record, the picture and the eye,
a disk tried not to break in the sunless oceans,
— whales, linked as children in a circle,
danced the perfect dance of Ezekiel’s wheels.
Watching it roll at the surface of water,
for a moment, was enough to unfold
the lungs like newspapers in the wind.

Something in their cry pierced the bones.
It carried the cold ordinary world.
The wild memories that swallowed us all.
The silence of islands and the height of cities.
The mother’s womb and the cruel clock ticking,
the trucks unloading skinned animals
from beds of ice, and the high heels
walking down the same street at dawn.

They were, these colossuses, the sense
of pride and the sense of guilt. Sex,
passion, breath, boredom — gift.
They turned and turned indifferent to greed.

From that rusty ball, you will remember
their grey loneliness, the chant that can’t
reach you, so high up in this vertiginous
Hell. You will crave the modern landscapes,
those you prefered to ignore, the deserts
which contained all human scorn.
The shopping mall, the suburbs, the freeways,
the asylum — all with a kind of softness
in the bone. You will picture the dirty lane,
and the lover you kissed in the dark.

Everything is gone, will play the song
but not the way love is done.

And in the world below, the whales
will achieve their dance in silence
for we only forgive those we understand.

Album de karen mary

Mars, written and read by Karen Mary Berr

https://soundcloud.com/kscopemusic/porcupine-tree-trains-from-in-absentia
https://soundcloud.com/viciousminuteshour/a-quote-on-suicide-written-by?in=viciousminuteshour/sets/personal-favourites
My dear, I don’t know what to do today, help me decide. 
Should I cut myself open and pour my heart on these pages? 
Or should I sit here and do nothing, nobody’s asking anything of me after all. Should I jump off the cliff that has my heart beating so and develop my wings on the way down? Or should I step back from the edge, and let the others deal with this thing called courage. Should I stare back at the existential abyss that haunts me so and try desperately to grab from it a sense of self? Or should I keep walking half-asleep, only half-looking at it every now and then in times in which I can’t help doing anything but? 
Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee? Falsely yours, Albert Camus

Should I kill myself or have a cup of coffee?

Don't Ask Me For That Love Again, a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, read by Rm

'Don't Ask Me For That Love Again,' a poem by Faiz Ahmed Faiz, read by RM.

Rahim Ladha - Diamonds In The Field - 1995

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In Another Life (Edit)

As part of his mission to make sure artists are financially supported, Toronto-based fundraising consultant Rahim Ladha has taken it upon himself to fund and award three new cash prizes for underrepresented writers in Canada, ranging from BIPOC writing poetry to non-binary illustrators working in SFF. In this month's episode, we talk to Rahim about his intentions for the monthly/quarterly awards, how it's going so far, and his plans for growing the program.

(Find the transcript here: https://www.booknetcanada.ca/blog/2018/7/30/podcast-shoot-for-the-moon-awards-for-underrepresented-writers).

Full details on the Spark, Nova, and Echo awards, including eligibility and how to get in touch with Rahim, can be found at https://shootforthemoon.art. The 'racism in CanLit' article that Rahim mentions in the episode can be found at http://yilinwang.com/racism-in-canlit.

Shoot for the Moon: Awards for underrepresented writers

Produce by Mohsin Nadeem Malik 10/15/2012

TANHAI (Faiz Ahmed Faiz)

I started working on this for a lady I was with but she ended things before I could get to the end of this song. #coolstory 

Lyrics from Faiz that I converted into my own musical version after I heard Ali Sethi at Jaipur Lit doing it.

Enjoy!

Here are the words:

mujh se pahali si mohabbat meri mahbub na mang
main ne samajha tha ki tu hai to darakhshan hai hayat
tera gham hai to gam-e-dahar ka jhagada kya hai
teri surat se hai aalam mein baharon ko sabat
teri aankhon ke siva duniya mein rakkha kya hai (*)
tu jo mil jaye to taqadir nigun ho jaye
yun na tha main ne faqat chaha tha yun ho jaye
aur bhi dukh hain zamane mein mohabbat ke siva
rahaten aur bhi hain vasl ke rahat ke siva
mujh se pahali si mohabbat meri mahbub na mang
anaginat sadiyon ke tarik bahimana talism
resham-o-atalas-o-kamkhvab mein bunavaye huye
ja-ba-ja bikate huye kucha-o-bazar mein jism
khak mein lithade huye khoon mein nahalaye huye
jism nikle huye amaraz ke tannuron se
pip bahati hui galate huye nasuron se
laut jati hai udhar ko bhi nazar kya kije
ab bhi dilkash hai tera husn magar kya kije
aur bhi dukh hain zamane mein mohabbat ke siva
rahaten aur bhi hain vasl ke rahat ke siva
mujh se pahali si mohabbat meri mahbub na mang

Faiz Ahmed Faiz - Mujhse Pehli Si Mohabbat (Musical Rendition - Meanderings Creative)

The first original production of the Poetry in Your ipod Project is a poem by the great Faiz Ahmed Faiz. It's not perfect, but we are getting there. 

Here is the poem. You can download it as well. Please feel free to distribute it in any way you see fit. Give it to anyone you want. No one and everyone owns it.


यह धुप किनारा
शाम ढले
मिलते हैं दोनों वक़्त जहाँ
जो रात न दिन
जो आज न कल
पल भर को अमर, पल भर में धुआं

इस धुप किनारे पल दो पल
होंठो की लपक, बाहों की खनक
ये मेल हमारा
पल भर को अमर, पल भर में धुआं

जब तेरे समंदर आखों में
इस शाम का सूरज डूबेगा
सुख सोयेंगे घर दर वाले
और राही अपनी राह लेगा

Ye dhoop kinara, shaam dhale
milte hain dono waqt jahaan
jo raat na din, jo aaj na kal
pal bhar ko amar, pal bhar mein dhuaan

Is dhoop Kinare Pal do pal
Hothon ki lapak, baahon ki khanak
yeh mel hamara
pal bhar ko amar, pal pal mein dhuan

jab teri samandar aankhon mein
is shaam ka suraj doobega
sukh soyenge ghar dar wale
aur raahi apni raah lega.

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