In my early years, at the age of around 11ish, I remember once participating in a Milaad at school. I read a naat my mom helped me prepare for it and rocked! Noori just launched a Naat video that the brothers’ Nani taught them. it brings back memories. Good ones and disturbing but the naat itself takes all the pain away. It inculcates humility. Reminds you of the love unconditionally reaching out to Hazrat Muhammad (SAW). We all love you…so much.
Heartfelt to say the least.
It’s all about what matters to me mattering to you and what matters to you mattering to me and all of that mattering to others. Isn’t that all the fuss about? What if nothing seems to matter at all? And all that matters is all that doesn’t matter? Is it the first train out then? Is this really the end? Temporal dead zone, where clocks are barely breathing…I want to get on getting on with it… first train home got to get on it.
So what, I’m not that much fun to be with.
(I’ve got to get on it) (3x)
Bodies disengaged our mouths are fleshing over.
It’s just an echo game irises retreating
to ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face
And blood rushing to paint my handprint
A Frisbee one by one
Your vinyl on laminate
Desperate for some kind of contact.
First train home I’ve got to get on it (3x)
To Catch to catch catch catch catch.
First train home I’ve got to get on it (3x)
First Train home
Temporal dead zone where clocks are barely breathing
Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling
All night clamour to hold it together.
I want to play don’t wait forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields paint the kitchen
And love someone
And I can’t do any of that here can I?
First train home I’ve got to get on it (3x)
First Train home
So what? You’ve had one too many.
So what? I´m not that much fun to be with
So what? You’ve come silly hatter
So what? I didn’t want to come here anyway.
What matters you doesn’t matter matter to me.
What matters to me doesn’t matter matter to you.
What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to them.
What matters to them doesn’t change anything.
Got to get on it first train home.
Got to get on it first train home
First train home I’ve got to get on it
(I’ve got to get on it)
To catch to catch catch-catch catch.
(First train home)
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home.
(First train home)
To go to go to go
Get get get get
Out out out out
Now now now now
Nine years gone by since Nazia Hasan, the pioneer of Pop music in Pakistan passed away.
May her soul rest in eternal peace. Aamiin
An enchanting version of Mukesh’s original way back in film Yehudi. I just cannot get over the mesmerising voice in this version, it gives it a woman’s touch. Subtle, sexy, yet wild in its own way, it definitely gets the point across.
Appeals to my free soul, any day of the year
Aise Veerane Mein Ek Din
Ghut Ke Mar Jayenge Hum
Jitna Ji Chaahe Pukaro
Phir Nahin Aayenge Hum
Yeh Mera Deewanapan hai…
Dil Se Tujhko Bedili Hai
Mujhko Hai Dil Ka Guroor
Tu Yeh Maane Ke Na Maane
Log Maanenge Zaroor
Yeh Mera Deewanapan Hai
Ya Mohabbat Ka Suroor
Tu Na Pehchaane To Hai Yeh
Teri Nazron Ka Kusoor
Yeh Mera Deewanapan ...
Dil Ko Teri Hi Tamanna
Dil Ko Hai Tujhse Hi Pyar
Chaahe Tu Aaye Na Aaye
Hum Karenge Intezaar
Yeh Mera Deewanapan...
Aise Veerane Mein Ek Din
Ghut Ke Mar Jayenge Hum
Jitna Ji Chaahe Pukaro
Phir Nahin Aayenge Hum
Yeh Mera Deewanapan...
This is all I need for life…
These handful of songs say it all.
Starting from an earlier posted song Free
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
Old Mother Nature's recipes
That brings the bare necessities of life
Wherever I wander, wherever I roam
I couldn't be fonder of my big home
The bees are buzzin' in the tree
To make some honey just for me
When you look under the rocks and plants
And take a glance at the fancy ants
Then maybe try a few
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They'll come to you!
Look for the bare necessities
The simple bare necessities
Forget about your worries and your strife
I mean the bare necessities
That's why a bear can rest at ease
With just the bare necessities of life
Now when you pick a pawpaw
Or a prickly pear
And you prick a raw paw
Next time beware
Don't pick the prickly pear by the paw
When you pick a pear
Try to use the claw
But you don't need to use the claw
When you pick a pear of the big pawpaw
Have I given you a clue ?
The bare necessities of life will come to you
They'll come to you!
So just try and relax, yeah cool it
Fall apart in my backyard
'Cause let me tell you something little britches
If you act like that bee acts, uh uh
You're working too hard
And don't spend your time lookin' around
For something you want that can't be found
When you find out you can live without it
And go along not thinkin' about it
I'll tell you something true
The bare necessities of life will come to you
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favourite things.
Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favourite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favourite things.
When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
and then I don't feel so bad.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens,
bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens,
brown paper packages tied up with strings,
these are a few of my favourite things.
Cream coloured ponies and crisp apple strudels,
door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles.
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings.
these are a few of my favourite things.
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes,
snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favourite things.
When the dog bites, when the bee stings,
when I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favourite things,
and then I don't feel so bad.
Give a little time for the child within you,
don’t be afraid to be young and free.
Undo the locks and throw away the keys
and take off your shoes and socks, and run you.
La, la, la...
Give a little time for the child within you,
don’t be afraid to be young and free.
Undo the locks and throw away the keys
and take off your shoes and socks, and run you.
La, la, la...
Run through the meadow and scare up the milking cows
Run down the beach kicking clouds of sand
Walk a windy weather day, feel your face blow away
Stop and listen: Love you.
Roll like a circus clown, put away your circus frown
Ride on a roller coaster upside down
Waltzing Matilda, Carey loves a kinkatchoo
Joey catch a kangaroo, hug you.
Dandelion, milkweed, silky on a sunny sky
Reach out and hitch a ride and float on by
Balloons down below catching colours of the rainbow
red, blue and yellow-green: I love you.
Bicycles, tricycles, ice cream candy
Lollypops, popsicles, liquorice sticks
Solomon Grundy, Raggedy Andy
Tweedledum and Tweedledee, home free.
Cowboys and Indians, puppydogs and sandpails
Beach balls and baseballs and basketballs, too.
I love forget-me-nots, fluffernutters, sugarpops
I’ll hug you and kiss you and love you
La, la, la... Love you.
Born free, as free as the wind blows
As free as the grass grows
Born free to follow your heart
Live free and beauty surrounds you
The world still astounds you
Each time you look at a star
Stay free, where no walls divide you
You're free as the roaring tide
So there's no need to hide
Born free, and life is worth living
But only worth living
'cause you're born free
Stay free, where no walls divide you
You're free as the roaring tide
So there's no need to hide
Born free, and life is worth living
But only worth living
'cause you're born free
This is my life, the simple life.
Most times in life things are not the way they appear to be. Beneath a calm exterior lies a storm ready to lash out, behind apparent happiness lies unfathomable hurt. Beyond the facade of life dwells hurt and all that is irreparable.
Sometimes you just want someone to hear you out but you’ve been holding back so long, you lose words. You lose the ability to express.
That is when you want them to listen to your breath humming the tone of your songs, looking for them. When sleep flees, nights awaken in your eyes. Days are dazed as your heart transforms into a fragrant world in its own…
Sunn
mere mehboob sunn
mere saanson se sunn
mere geeton ki dhunn
tuu hai kahan
sunn
mere mehbboob sunn
mere saanson se sunn
mere geeton kee dhunn
tu hai kahan
Neendein
palkon se bhaagein
Raatein
ankhon mein jaagein
Din hon behkay behkay
Dil ki duniya mehkey
Tuu
tuu jo aa jaye tau
Gungunaaye hawaa
Muskuraaye fazaa
Jhoomay jahan
Jeevan
soonaa hai aisay
Panchee
sehra mein jaisay
Poochhein teri baatein
Aati jaati raatein
Aaa
Mein huun tere liye
Tuu hai mere liye
Ab bahaar aaye yaaa
chhaye khizaan
Sunn
Mere mehbboob sunn
Mere saanson se sunn
Mere geeton kee dhunn
tuu hai kahan
Sunn
Mere mehbboob sunn
Mere saanson se sunn
Mere geeton kee dhunn
tuu hai kahan
(posted on Sumbul ont he fateful day)
Michael Jackson.. dead. I don’t know what to think. I’m in a very blank place and just want to write for him. He and I had a common important year in our lives. 1982. When I was born in July that year he was working on what moved on to be the biggest studio album of all times “Thriller” which sold phenomenally and stands as a benchmark of sales to this day.
In a time when music was synonymous with Michael Jackson. If not all of it, perhaps just 75% of the music you would hear would be him. He was the King of pop. He was iconic. I just feel awful using past tense for him in itself. We grew up listening to him. All the way through Billie Jean and his moonwalk, Beat it, Thriller, History, even his advertisement jingles. He was a musical statement in his own self
As much as he entertained the world, his own life was no short of a tragedy since the word go. The simple lack of childhood altogether growing into the trials on child sex abuse and what not, he was jarred by sorrow and mishaps.
We didn’t treat him right. The world threw him around. The contemporary media was very cruel to someone who contributed so much to the world of entertainment where we can easily attribute an entire era of music to be simply Michael Jackson. We didn’t give him back the smiles he gave us. We did not pay him back for the moments of joy he gave all of us with his music. On the contrary his life was a constant struggle. We judged and we kicked and we judged again and we kept dissecting his life.
For once in my life, I’m having trouble writing because I keep going blank with shock, numbness and extreme sorrow. Today, music died. A good man is with us no more and I don’t have anything else to say except his own song where little did we know, his life will go on to abide by…
They're Out To Get You, Better Leave While You Can
Don't Wanna Be A Boy, You Wanna Be A Man
You Wanna Stay Alive, Better Do What You Can
So Beat It, Just Beat It
Ashes to ashes
and dust to dust
that's what has become
of our love and trust
love has no direction
cause love has no aim
love can leave you
as fast as she came
meeting is such sweet sorrow
cause someday we may have to part
hush don't you make a sound
you're gonna let me down
good things come
to those who wait
but good things are gone
from those who are late
all that i am
is all i can give
but with or without you
my life i must live
meeting is such sweet sorrow
cause someday we may have to part
hush don't you make a sound
you're gonna let me down
living ain't easy
since you've been gone
no one else can please me
or make me feel home
forgetting ain't easy
you stay on my mind
thoughts of us haunt me
can't leave them behind
When will my weight be too much for you?
Your voice is adrift
I can't expect it to sing to me
As if I was the only one
I'll follow you
The leaf that's following the sun
When will my weight be too much for you?
When will these ideas really be my own?
Cause this moment keeps on moving
We were never meant to hold on
This was a scene worth waking up for
When I woke up
You planted me in my own body
Don't know why
But somehow it just feels so wrong
When you're sad I will be lonely
But when you rise again I'll become the sun
I will shine down upon you
As if you were the only one
Your voice is your own, I can't protect it
You'll have to sing
A verse no one has ever known
Don't be afraid
Cause no one ever sings alone
Your way will never be too much for me
Your ideas have always been your own
And this moment keeps on moving
We were never meant to hold on
There’s something very Nazia Hassan about the way the vocals are done. Nevertheless it’s the words that make it worthwhile.
The cute, candid emotions, simply conveyed the way they’re truly felt. No complications. The simple heart dares to wish for the forbidden…
"socho tau mumkin nahi
mano tau sach hai yehiii”
Marked today, the sixth day of June, year two thousands and nine.
[Ahaan signature ;)]
Dil mein kahiin mujhe chhupaa lo
ankhon se neendein bhi churaa lo
Dil mein kahiin mujhe chhupaa lo
ankhon se neendein bhi churaa lo
Haan mil naa paayein gai ab kabhi
oh hoo pal tau yeh baqi hai abhi
[Ahaan signature;)]
Mere khwabon ki tum hawaa lo
chupke se apna banaa lo
haaaan socho tau mumkin nahi
Oh hooo mano tau sach hai yehiii
[Ahaan signature;)]
Reminds me of old vital signs songs just with a touch of Junoon, a dash of Strings, sprinkled with a bit of today. A hint of nostalgia in the music works like fairy dust
“Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine”
“Aas wohi dil mein liye
iss arzoo mein hum jiye
tera hath thaam ke
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye”
It’s true, life is a lifelong struggle. God plays games with us, I always knew Play Station was sacred.
Pairon talay
Close your eyes, click on PLAY and absorb every bit of it.
yeh hariyaali, yeh aasmaan
yeh ghataa meri raazdaan
yeh hariyaali, yeh aasmaan
yeh ghataa meri raazdaan
Raat ke pehloo mein diye
tere liye hein bichhay
tera haath thaam ke
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye
haii
chaaron taraf
phaili huee
aarzooooo
dil
mein chhupee
aankhon mein yeh
aaye kyun
aas wohi dil mein liye
iss arzoo mein hum jiye
tera hath thaam ke
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye
Thandi dhoop mein
ik aah luun
sard see
pairon talay
paaun me raah
kyun wohi
Chaltay jaa in rahon pe
yeh tere liye hein bichhay
tera hath thaam ke
lo hum bhi chal diye
hum bhi chal diye
Verse 1:
All I see is sun and sky
Every time I look into your eyes
And here we go again my friend
Staying together till the end...
Chorus:
It's gonna be a lovely day...
Verse 2:
Being out in the open air
Living life like we just don't care
Just doin' what we want to do
Not doing what we're s'posed to...
(Repeat Chorus)
Bridge:
We'll just float
On top of the
Clouds that cover
Our skies instead...
We'll just fly
On top of the
Stars that cover
Our skies instead...
(Instrument Break)
(Repeat Chorus)
Electric love penetrates the sky
Just you and me looking eye to eye
When will the weather let us go
When you see the sun it will let you know
That you’re
Free, Free...
Child sunrise never lies
Sometimes even makes you cry
Pass me a drink or maybe two
One for me and one for you
And we will be
Free, Free...
Everybody wants to be
Everybody cant you see
Everybody wants to be
Everybody, Everybody
Don’t you know that you’re Free
I said don’t you know that you’re Free
Don’t you wanna be
Don’t you wanna be yeah
On a life boat heading home to you
That’s when I feel so true
I just take another look around
Every place feels like a familiar town
And I’m
Free, I said I’m free
It feels so good to be.....
I said it feels so good...
its good to be free ...
