My Freedom, Your Love.

Meherzaidi, the poet.

I entered your promised garden
The one you promised me pre-existence
The one you promised me in my dreams
The one you promised me in my desires
I entered that same paradise


This paradise that had figs, 
This paradise that had grapes
This paradise that had apples
This paradise that had cherries
All for our love's sweet heady wine
I entered your love's paradise
That was your abode
In my dreams, desires and existence.


There was music of thine harp
There was melody of thine flute
I danced in abandonment 
To the drumbeat of  thine drums


And the magic flowed
In my head adorned with a crown of flowers
White lilies,yellow orchids, pink tulips
And the whole skies stars
My feet adorned with your love's sweet anklets 
They jingled throughout my heaven
I danced in sweet love's abandonment.


Then the gods did not like our love
They were annoyed at our happiness
They wanted peace and quiet in the garden
This garden of our love
They wanted deathly silence
They wanted us to behave
They wanted the death of Joy
They wanted the death of Spring
They wanted the death of Love
They wanted deathly silence
In our paradise garden of Love.


Ah, my crown is made of thorns now
Though I still wear it with pride
Ah, my feet are shackled now
Though I still wear them with love's sweet agony
Ah, my dance is now a tremor
Hidden, unjoyous, sad and trembling
Though I still sometimes hope
To break away back into my love's paradise dancing
Free and beautiful as a woman
A full woman with my sexuality and pride
To dance freely in this perfumed paradise
That is my abode now
This Earth.
With perfumed flowers and heady wine
With love's sweet pleasures and the joys of Spring
With sweet melodies like honey on my lips
This my paradise, this Earth.
In my Freedom of unbound expression.
May the gods be dead forever.

Boticelli, the birth of Venus..

Hanging By The Cliff.

My eyes gaze gently upon the vast expanse below
Green and mauve valleys with lush green meadows
Yellow orchids, orange blossoms, red roses
Bright blue geraniums and pink cherry blossoms
This, my vale of love
Fragrant, young and beautiful


My ears hear the sweet melody that the bluebird sings
Hopping from bough to bough
Laden with sweet fruits and bright flowers
Tis spring
In my vale of love


My fingers touch the cool blue waters
Falling gently, caressingly
Bringing up soft foamy froth
Touching my lips
Tis, Spring of my love


I cannot look away from this vale
Vale of my love in Spring
I cannot leave this rocky cliff
By which I hang in this vale
My vale of love


Oh, my beloved 
Even as you depart forever
Never to come back
I have found my place here
In this vale of love
Hanging by a cliff


Even as the autumn comes 
And the colors of my vale turn red, brown and gold
Even as my palms bleed
And the chill air touches my bare shoulders
I will hang
By this cliff
Overlooking my, this vale of love


Even as my lips turn dry and crackle
And the green valley is over run by cacti
Even as iguanas and stormy lizards run wild
I will look at my vale 
This, my vale of love
Hanging by the cliff

Flowers by Meherzaidi, the poet.

Forever and ever.

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Meherzaidi on Lotus Lake, Sindh 1987.

Mein Ne Jana Tujhe....Oh, How I Miss You!

Mein ne jana tujhe tere jaane ke baad
Mein ne samjha tujhe apne marne ke baad


Tu yuheen bas gaya mere is zehan mein
Mein ne paya tujhe tere jaane ke baad


Teree khushboo hai ab meri zindagi ki kiran
Woh yaheen bas gayee tere jaane ke baad


Ab qadam uth bhi jaen kisee rah par
Yeh safar ab khatam tere jaane ke baad


Teri ungliyon ka lamas hai meri zulf par
Kon Sawanre hai yeh tere jaane ke baad


Yeh mere gaal bhi hain ab thande pare
Aur sookha dahan tere jaane ke baad


Mera ghar bujh gaya par mera dil hai abad ab
Woh teri yaad aye tere jaane ke baad


Tu Meher ab qeher aisa na dekhe kabhee
Wehshate baikaran tere jaane ke baad


Translation:


Alas, I love thee more after thou have gone away
Alas, I want thee more after thou have left


Thine shadow haunts mine heart forever, completely
I have  found thee after  thou has gone


Thine sweet smell has pervaded mine senses forever
It stays with me forever and ever


Mine life's short journey has thus ended
Even if mine feet tread new paths


Thine fingers' touch stays on mine tresses
Alas, who will caress them when thou are gone away


Mine cheeks are now cold with death's pallor
And lips parched after thou has gone away


Mine hearse is cold but the heart is warm, thus
Thine sweet memory pervades mine empty heart


O, Meher do not despair in anguish
There swells a sea of unbound misery after thou has gone.


(This poem is written in honor of Azm Behzad , Behzad Lakhnavi's grand son. I was his facebook friend and came to know about him only after his death. He is distant relation also. I have met his son, Matloob Behzad)



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Meherzaidi, the poet.

Bahar Ka Intezaar... I wait for Spring.

Mein chu ke tujh ko  khush huwe hun 
Bahar ka intezar kar rahe hun


Yeh sehne gul bhi hara huwa hai
 Damak raha hai
Mein tere dil ko samajh rahi hun
 Bahar ka intezar kar rahi hun

Tu ab hai aata mere chaman mein
 Umang ki roshan kali ke peechey
Tarap rahi hun
Yahan khari hun
Bahar ka intezaarkar rahi hun


Yeh gul khile hain
Chaman hare hain
 Mere is dil ki har ek galli bhi
Mehak rahi hai
 Yeh aarzoo bhi dehak rahi hai
 Mein jaagti hun
 Na so rahi hun
 Yahan khari hun
 Bahar ka intezaar kar rahi hun


Mein sochte hun 
 ke shayad abke 
 Tu aake dekhe
 mere is man ko
 Tatole dil ko
Samandaron ke hisaar par bhi
 Mein ab khari hun
 Ulajh gaye hun
 Yahan khari hun 
Bahar ka intezar kar rahi hun
Yeh mera dil bhi sulag raha hai
Dehak raha hai
 yeh ghuncha dil ka 
 Mehak raha hai
Mein sochtee hun 
Yahan khari hun 
 mein jal rahi hun 
 sulag rahi hun
 Bahar ka intezar kar rahi hun

Woh nama bar bhi
 samajh raha hai
 Palat gaya hai
 Na bolta hai
 faqat yahan mein
 abhi khari hun
 Bahar ka intezaar kar rahi hun


Translation


I touch thee
I touch Spring
Ah, how adorned is this garden
Blooms' abandon
Shining
I touch your heart
I touch Spring


Lo and behold
You enter this garden
Of love's sweet promise
I stand and wait
I touch Spring


The flowers bloom
The meadows shine
Perfume adorned valleys
My heart's desires burn
I cannot sleep
I lie awake
I touch Spring


I wait for your touch
On my heart
I wait for you eyes 
To see my heart
Shake my heart
I Search
I wait and stand by the sea
By the sea embrace
I am confused
I stand and wait
I touch spring
My heart is burning
My heart  pounds
My heart simmers
I wait
I think
Your love's perfume fills
The garden of my desires
I touch Spring


The postman knows
He has turned back
He does not speak
I stand alone
Here
This moment
I wait for Spring!

Meherzaidi, the poet.

Tera Hisaar Mera Sarab....Your Caucasian Chalk Circle.

Tera Hisaar Mera Sarab

Aur woh aahista aahista  tang kar raha hai apna hisaar

Mere zehan ki us khulee khirkee par

 Mera zehan jo hai ek aazad panchee ki tarhe

Kabhi zakhmi kabhi ghayal

Kabhi bezaar kabhi mayal

Aur yeh mera dil bhi to hai

  ghayal panchee ki tarhe

Kabhi zakhmi kabhi 

bojhal

Aur kia mein us ko  dikhaon 

Yeh dil-e ghayal ghayal

 Woh to hai abhi ek khayal-e  subhe nau ki terha

Abhi saada abhi mushkil

Abhi uthtee hui eik umade nau ki tarha

Pehla ehsaas

Ya phir shayad

Tera bhoola huwa aik mohoom khayal

Jo kabhi raat ke pichle pehar mein  ajaae achanak aise

Kisee sotey huwe dard ko jagane ke liye

Aur woh aahista aahista karta hai tang apna hisaar mere dil par

Mein apnee khalish chupane ko hun baichain abhi

Mein tarptee hun abhi us ko chupane ke liye

Aik boseeda tamanna ka wajood

Aik muhabbat ka hisaar

Aik tootey hue jaam ka toota hua

Ghayal sa khumaar

Aake ab bhairdh do yeh boseeda dar-e maikhana

Jis ki deemak bhi hai ab toote huae lashe ki tarha

Jis ke boseeda shaarb ab deti nahin hum ko khumaar

Jis ki boseeda sharab ab deti nahin dil ko sukoon

Ab tau dil bhi hai har waqt khamosh, jalta , bujhta

Aur woh tang karta hai apna hisaar mere dil se qareeb

Mere us mazeeyi boseeda ki hai raakh kured

Shayad mere dard se woh aajae mere dil ke qareeb

Aur rakh de mere toote huey dil pe apna woh haath

 Aur le le mere peeshanee ka bosa jaise

Aur mere gaal ko woh choomle halke halke

Shayad woh soch raha hai abhi aise

Aur mein mehsoos kar rahi hoon us ka hisaar

Dil bhi shayad abhi mehsus kare halke halke

Aik mohoom si pur umeed kiran

Shayad aik chingari sulag jaye halke halke

Aur  ab us ka hisaar hai jaala jaala

Mere is dil-e boseeda pe tang halke halke

Mein usey rok dun haan phir bhi nahin

Mera yeh zehan hai mayal halke halke

 Aur woh aahista aahista apna hisaar tang kar raha hai

Mere is dil ke dareeche pe halke halke

Meherzaidi, the poet.

I Want My Time Machine.

I Want My Time Machine Now This Moment

I Want To Go Fast Forward

Flying Quietly Into New Galaxies

Landing Into Unexplored Spaces

Spaces Of Our Mortal Lives

Immortally

I Want To Be The New Alien

In The New Unexplored Universe

I Want To Touch The Stars

We Each One Float In Our Spaceships

Rotating, Vibrating,

Up And Down

Gyrating, Exploding

Dancing In Our Worlds

Our Worlds So Apart

Just Like The Time Spaced Galaxies

Each In its Own Time And Space

I Want My Time Machine  Just So, 

Just This Once

Just In This Lifetime

So That I Can Reach You In Future

Always, Forever

I Want To Reach Those Stars

Those Stars  That Shine Bright In Your Eyes

Just In This Lifetime, Just This Once

I Want To Love You Eternally

With All The Galaxies And Exploding Stars Around Us

I Feel Your Love

In This Time

Eternally

Immortally

I Want My Time Machine

So That I Can Be With You Differently

Like A New Alien

Exciting

Enticing

New

Young

Exploring New Horizons

Each In Our Spaceships

Reaching Across The Universe

Touching Our Hands In Love 

In Time And Space

Across Mortal Barriers

I Want My Time Machine 

To Love You In Future And 

In eternity, Forever.

Meherzaidi, The Poet.

A Sweet Lovers Quarrel.

Drifting apart,

Like the few twigs that spread away 

On a floating raft

A raft on a lazy lake

We spent our lovers' days and nights together

Lazing, loving and  searching

Searching for the divinity in our mortal love

Searching for the eternity in our fleeting desires

Gripping at the hands, groping the love

Catching the moments in our passions warm and tender

Hoping , just hoping that all this will last a lifetime

Catching the drops of sweat falling sweetly, warmly over the softness of your earlobes and then your cheeks

 Cheeks flushed with our lovemaking

Cheeks warm in our pleasures

Catching the sweet drops of sweat of our lovemaking with our tongues

Drinking the wine of love

We both clung to our parts of the floating raft

Our raft of life

Our raft of love

Life on this still lake of love was a dream

And now we are caught

In this lovers' quarrel

Each in his sphere of life

Clutching to our egos

Love is hiding there, somewhere

Beneath our bed's crumpled, heady smelling, sheets

Love is residing somewhere, there

In the sweet smelling corners of our bedroom

I feel the heady warmth sometimes

I feel it when you drink out of my cistern of love that is the fountain

I feel it when sometime you inadvertantly kiss my mouth in sweet pleasures of the body

I feel your love sometimes

I clutch at the feeling of love

I cling to your soul 

Sometimes 

In moments such as these

When our tongues meet

But then we drift apart

Like autumned leaves, like drifting twigs

On a still, still lake

A lake that looks peaceful and pristine

A lake that is cold and blue

A lake that is the beauty of the landscape

I still remeber the sweet love's first embrace

 That you gave me on Saif ul Maluk

On the Majestic Malika Parbat

Where you held me and kissed me

I feel the warmth that engulfed my body, my soul

Even as my feet, though booted touched the icy cold waters of the water springs and the lake

I feel your kiss , even today

It keeps me going

Even as we quarrel

A lovers sweet quarrel

It keeps our love alive 

That sweet kiss.

 Picture taken by Meherzaidi, the poet.