The Abused Women.

Woman gave birth to man.
And he gave her the flesh-trade
Whenever they felt like it
They trampled on her or discarded her
Woman gave birth to man

She is weighed in dinars
Or sold in open markets
She’s stripped in the court of lustful men
She’s that ill-reputed thing
Which settles among the reputed
Woman gave birth to man

Man can commit every crime
But a woman can’t even weep
Man sleeps on a million soft beds
The woman gets the funeral pyre
Man has a right to every luxury
For a woman life itself is a punishment
And it was a woman who gave birth to man

The lips which declared love
Were traded for money
The womb [from] which they were born
Was used as a business
The very body they blossomed from
[Was] abused by them
Woman gave birth to man

Men made customs which were regarded as their rights
But a woman being burnt alive was looked upon as sacrifice
Even the food given to her was considered an obligation
And to think it was a woman who gave birth to man

Every act of shamelessness is rooted in poverty
What is passion in men is a sin to woman
Woman gave birth to man

A woman is destiny of the world
But she doesn’t have it herself
She bears prophets and lord incarnates
Even then she’s considered a devil’s child
This is that unfortunate mom
Who sleeps with her own sons

For woman is the mother of man
But they gave her the marketplace
Whenever they felt like it they accepted or discarded her
And it was a woman who gave birth to man

Send by Aruna Sharma.

Lyrics of song and image are taken from Google.


तुम्हारे मेरे अल्फ़ाज एक ही हैं-ज़नाब……

एक नज़्म तुम्हारा है, लाज़वाब ही होगा कि बन्दा खुद म़ाशाअल्लाह लाज़वाब है।

अभी तो म़शगूल हो लिखने में,हम कुछ पूछ रहें हैं,तुम्हें ख़बर नही,ये भी एक अद़ा-ए-ज़नाब है।

हम भी मश़गूल दिल की क़िताब पढने में शब में चाँद का च़िराग जला के,नज़्म लिखते हैं जव़ाब में।

हुज़ूर को फ़कत तलाश-ए- फुरसत है दिन के उज़ालों की,कि हर तस़व्वुर नज़र आ रहें है तपिश-ए-आफ़ताब में।

गोया कि वो दिन भर की थकन लिखे श़ाम के श़ामियाने में

हम खोये खोये से हैं ढलती रात के श़बाब में।

मेरे ज़ज्बात उसे तंग तो करते ही हैं,कि श़ब भर वो रतज़गा करता हैं,दिन में उड़ाते हैं हम फ़ाख्ता बस इस हिस़ाब में।

धरती गोल है मेरे यार !!तुम दिन मैं रात,क्या श़िकवा कि सब रँग हैं रौनक़-ए-म़हफिल इन शाह-ए- म़ाहताब-ओ-आफ़ताब में।

म़ुहब्बत की तक़दीर में मिलन के बाद जुद़ाई फिर ताउम्र इन्तज़ार है हक़ीकत,देख लो चाहे हर कित़ाब में।

मुझे नहीं श़िकवा इस ख़ुदाई से,बहुत आराम मिला है ,तुम भी आज़मा लो,इस दर्द की दव़ा के दर्द के इंकलाब में।

Written by Aruna Sharma.

9.6.2019. 1.20 at mid night

Images are taken from Google.

(All copyrights are reserved by Aruna Sharma)

Mandolin Wind

Mandolin Wind
Rod Stewart


When the rain came I thought you’d leave
‘Cause I knew how much you loved the sun
But you chose to stay, stay and keep me warm
Through the darkest nights I’ve ever known
If the mandolin wind couldn’t change a thing
Then I know I love ya
Oh the snow fell without a break
Buffalo died in the frozen fields you know
Through the coldest winter in almost fourteen years
I couldn’t believe you kept a smile
Now I can rest assured knowing that we’ve seen the worst
And I know I love ya
Oh I never was good with romantic words
So the next few lines come really hard
Don’t have much but what I’ve got is yours
Except of course my steel guitar
Ha, ’cause I know you don’t play
But I’ll teach you one day
Because I love ya
I recall the night we knelt and prayed
Noticing your face was thin and pale
I found it hard to hide my tears
I felt ashamed I felt I’d let you down
No mandolin wind couldn’t change a thing
Couldn’t change a thing no, no
The coldest winter in almost fourteen years
Could never, never change your mind
And I love ya
Yes indeed and I love ya
And I love ya
Lord I love ya
And I love ya
And I love ya