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Scattered thoughts

 سردار خاتون جمالي  نثري نظم  *وکريل خيال * جڏھن وکريل خيالن  جون لھرون ـ ـ  گھڙي گھڙي اچي  ذهن جي درياء ڪناري سان  ٽڪرن ٿيون  ۽ من اندر   مانڌ مچائين ٿيون ۽ سوچن جي درياء ۾  ٻوڙين ٿيون   ته ـ ـ ـ  سڄا سڄا ڏينھن ۽ ـ ـ ـ   سڄيون سڄيون راتيون  اکين ئي اکين ۾ ڪٽجي وڃن ٿيون !!!! #sardarkhatoon  #سردار_خاتون Free verse by Sardar Khatoon  Translation by Junaid Wahid Jokhio ( Scattered thoughts) When scattered thoughts strike the beach of mind over and over again and create chaos inside heart and drown me into thoughts of sea then entire day and whole night elapse/go by into eyes.

What is love?

 By Sardar Khatoon Translation by Junaid Wahid Jokhio  محبت کیا ہے؟ کبھی سوچا تم نے؟ محبت تو نام ہے آزادی کا۔ محبت کے نام پر قید ہونا چھوڑ دو. محبت کیا ہے؟  کبھی سوچا تم نے؟ محبت ایک روحانی  عبادت ہے، جو تمہیں دنیا میں ہر ڈر اور خوف سے نجات دلاتی ہے.  محبت کیا ہے؟ کبھی سوچا تم نے؟ محبت تو نام ہے آزاد تخیل کا۔ جس کی کوئی سرحد نہیں ہوتی ۔ اگر تم محبت کرتے ھو تو ھوا میں تحلیل ہو جاؤ، بادلوں کے ساتھ مل کر برسو.   دھوپ بن کر ہر آنگن پہ یکساں اترو۔ چاند بن کر سب کے چھرے روشن کرو۔ سرد ہوا بن کر روحوں میں اترو۔ اگر تم محبت کے دعویدار ہو تو، شجر بن کر سب کو سایہ دو۔ قلعوں میں قيد بند روحوں کو آزاد کر دو.  دریاء بن کر سب کو سیراب کرو۔ فصلوں کے ساتھ پنپتے، پھلو اور پھولو۔ ہر موسم میں بہار بن کر رہو۔ کسی ایک پر حکمرانی کرنا محبت نہیں۔ محبت تو نام ہے آزادی کا۔ محبت کے نام پر خود کو قید کرنا چھوڑ دو۔ What is love? By Sardar Khatoon Translated by Junaid Wahid Jokhio. What is love? Have you ever pondered over it? Love is the name of freedom. Stop subjugating yourself ...

Monologue -The daughter of Eve

 Monologue - The daughter of Eve         by Sardar Khatoon. Translated by Junaid Wahid Jokhio. I was intimated to have come into being as a blessing, but why I am tackling all this. I don't even know that why my soul feels restless. I do not know why my soul roams around in deserts and uninhabited areas. I don't even know why I have familiarity with cactuses instead of flowers. I don't even know why there is chaos inside me. I don't even know why I feel all alone even among a multitude of people. I don't even know why I am looking for a leader in a homeland replete with tyrants. I don't even know why I misfit in such a patriarchal society. I don't even know why this world has been made an inferno for me. I don't even know why I am being confined to forts. I don't even know why I am being dispossessed of fresh air. I don't even know why I am being ascribed to the scales of honour. I don't even know why I am being murdered as a paramour/ in t...

Just for twenty days (A romantic story)

Once upon a time, there was a boy called Amir who was sixteen years old. The boy went to his maternal grand parents' home without his other family members where there were his maternal grandpa, maternal uncle, aunt and their four little kids of almost two, four and six years old. During those days, a sister of that boy's maternal aunt had come to visit them and was utterly familiar with the boy. The boy always dreamt of being with any sister of his aunt, so he got that chance. Both the girl and the boy started talking to each other like friends on the very first day and on the following days that friendship became so strong that they got closer to each other. The boy began to sit in the kitchen when the girl used to cook something. There was an orchard of mangoes near their home. The grandpa of the boy was very fond of eating raw mangoes, so he said to the boy to pluck them from the orchard to make their jam. The boy plucked and brought the unripe mangoes daily and both the gir...

The goats , my younger brother and I as a grazier

 Around us art the guavas' plants and I , sitting aside, am grazing the goats, my younger brother is plucking the grass in the field, I'm also having sunbath in the open wind, when the goats run away, I am bothered to get them back, they , sometimes, jump high to ring the bells tied around their necks, they frequently bleat so loudly which are not any whistles, there is a stream streaming speedily and the goats, pacing, trotting get together to have their turn to lick the water from it abruptly.

ROSE

 Monarch, rose is, in all the rest of flowers; it is of many colours, but red is the most charming; when it blooms; it fascinates; And when people look at it, they try to pluck it; its smell is elegant, so everybody loves to keep it.

Sweet language of birds

  1st bird: We fly high in sky, we are kings because we have got wings. None of men can do so, as nature has blessed us with a loving flight and I would always be obliged for it. 2nd bird: I also know what we have got but don't consider men inferior. If we have got the wings then they've gotten mind to think. Don't you know that? 1st bird: Well.... but they can't fly high like us! 2nd bird: No, you are wrong, because they have been conferred upon a very fine thinking through  which they have invented planes to fly in.