Na Chaadat, to neecha hi reh jaaye.
Maanat Maanat tu bhi kya rab paaye
Jaise panchi pankh phalaaye, aur na udh paaye
Chaadar Chaadat (abhiman ke) pahaad par, tu kya gun paaye
Ambar ko to chu na paaye, dharti se door ho jaaye.
It’s Kabir tonight.
Ab Lafz-o-Bayaan Sab Khaatam Hue,
Ab Lafz-o-Zubaan ka kaam nahi
Ab Ishq hai khud paigam apna
Aur ishq ka kuch paigam nahi.
Muala Muala Lakh Pukare,
Aur Muala Haath Na Aaye
Lafzon se hum khel rehe hain
Mana haath na aaye.
Jo Paani kay naam ko
Paani Jaane, Yeh naadani Hai
PaanI Paani raat te raat te
Pyaasa Hi mar jaaye.
Both seek answers through different means. Discipline binds one to ground, while other seeks belief.
In discipline peace persists, in belief the world
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(Report for Field trip. “Sociology of Religion”)
We had never met.
The crowd was patient, glaringly staring at the arrival gates. The confusion was contained. I moved swiftly with the trolley of belongings as my eyes wandered seeking familiar face. The end was near to my despair.
I had uttered “Walaikum” by the time I faced him. His gleaming brown eyes reflected a sense of accomplishment. His hairs were short, jet black and unwavering just like his demeanor. His walk was strident not deceptive, clamoring his ethnicity. Here he was to pick me up from airport, suited up in faded jeans and a blue pullover. He was not a Kashmiri after all.
“How was the flight?”
We discussed the flight and climate as we walked towards the other end of the parking.