Black beads

Black Beads

The sun doesn't set

in the lands where the woods are deep

and hearts deeper

Black is the truth as dark as raven

Light only drapes it in translucence

Inerasable is the dark

And deceptive- the light

The shaman looks up

At the  moon

Painted with the citrus juice

Invisible

But to the spy

Who irons out the creases

From the black sky

And lo behold

Emerges the silver disc

The yin and the yang

In perfect harmony

The black and the white

The zenith and the nadir

I continue beading the string

With beads

the colours of the rainbow

Ghazal

18^th June,2014

Prof . Shamim Hanfi in conversation with Zamarrud Mughal at Rekhta Studio

Tip on how to motivate your students

Motivation tip for young learners

Face to face with Tehseen Firaqi

in the hollow of my hands

the soulful alphabets on a sheet of paper dance to the tune of the wanderer sitting on the banks of a river overlooking the bridge and makes them fly across distant skies and into my outstretched hands. i wrap them in the hollow of my hands..

Life of Gia

                             Life of Gia

           She knew not what she was. There were far too many shadows around her. The light inside her was a single flame flickering in the winds of change. Sometimes fiery sometimes calm...With each breath she took the flame would dance.

Shadows diverge all around. Seven suns burst them forth, multiplied manifold when reflected

 in the crystal waters of her eyes she searches frantically for the self. Where is she in the quagmire of darkness grey and black and darkest blue?

But the light around her was dazzling...So bright that she closed her eyes when she looked up questioningly at the source of that light. What am I to the one who sees the footprint on the sands of time and that walked the beach in days gone by?

She knew not what she was. A friend. A companion .A lover. Or just a face in the crowd.

Some bonds were undefined, yet chained as concrete structures by norms of life...