"Sundara jinisa ra abasada nahi,
jete dekhu thile nua lagu thai!!"
- A thing of beauty is joy forever.. the more you see, still more there is!!
"Roj maraa ki zindagi" is usually mundane, boring, repetitive, uneventful. You see the same old stuff that you see everyday and it doesn't even register in your mind. There is no distinguishable factor between any two given days. Then one fine day out of the blue you "see" something and its beauty leaves you spellbound. The image sticks to your brain. You stare agape at it as if your life depended on it.
You realize how one beautiful thing can make everything else look beautiful too. You feel its radiant glow in everything. Someone said beauty is only skin deep. But you realize that that someone was wrong. A really beautiful thing has beauty to its core. Its the beauty that Kabir saw in God, its what Nader Shah saw in Koh-i-noor, its what science saw in E=mc2, its what killed the King Kong, its what there is in those kohled brown eyes.
You try to consume this beauty in your mind but you remain hungry for more. You try to describe it but words fail you. You wish you were a poet only if to describe that majestic beauty. You are not. So you take help from well-known poets by plagiarizing their work.
Who gave thee, O Beauty!
The keys of this breast,
Too credulous lover
Of blest and unblest?
Say when in lapsed ages
Thee knew I of old;
Or what was the service
For which I was sold?
When first my eyes saw thee,
I found me thy thrall,
By magical drawings,
Sweet tyrant of all!
.....
All that's good and great with thee
Stands in deep conspiracy.
Thou hast bribed the dark and lonely
To report thy features only,
And the cold and purple morning
Itself with thoughts of thee adorning,
The leafy dell, the city mart,
Equal trophies of thine art,
E'en the flowing azure air
Thou hast touched for my despair,
And if I languish into dreams,
Again I meet the ardent beams.
Queen of things! I dare not die
In Being's deeps past ear and eye,
Lest there I find the same deceiver,
And be the sport of Fate forever.
Dread power, but dear! if God thou be,
Unmake me quite, or give thyself to me.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
chehra ek phool ki tarah shadaab hai
chehra usaka hai ya koyi mehtaab hai
chehra jaise ghazal, chehra janey ghazal
chehra jaise kali, chehra jaise kanval
chehra jaise tasavar bhee, tasveer bhee
chehra ek khawab bhee, chehra taaber bhee
chehra koyi alif laila kee dastan
chehra ek pal yakin, chehra ek pal guman
chehra jaisa ke chehra kahin bhi nahi
mahru mahru mehjabin mehjabin
......
ankhen dekhi toh main dekhta rah gaya
jam do aur dono hee du atesha
ankhen ya maikade ki duab hain
ankhen inko kahu, ya kahu khawab hain
ankhen nichi huyi toh haya ban gayi
ankhen unchi huyi toh duwa ban gayi
ankhen uthakar jhuki to ada ban gayi
ankhen jhukakar uthi toh kada ban gayi
ankhen jinme hain asman aur jamin
nargisi nargisi surmayi surmayi
.....
zulf-e-jana ki bhi lambi hai dastan
zulf ki mare dil par hai perchayiya
zulf jaise ke umadi huyi ho ghata
zulf jaise ke ho koyi kali bala
zulf uljhi toh duniya pareshan ho
zulf suljhi to yeh din asan ho
zulf bikhri siyah rat chane lagi
zulf lehraye toh rat jane lagi
zulf zanjeer hai phir bhi hai kitni hasin
rashmi rashmi ambari ambari
- Hasrat Jaipuri
Dekh kar tumko yakeen hota hai,
Koi itna bhi haseen hota hai,
Dekh paate hain kahan hum tumko,
Dil kahin hosh kahin hota hai.
- Nida Fazli
And lo, the beast looked upon the face of beauty, and beauty stayed his hand. And from that day forward, he was as one dead.
- Carl Denham
... and still you are not satisfied... still there is so more to say.. still....
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