Sunday, March 28, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Remember Magnetic Poetry?
What a lovely game!!! Stayed on our fridge for a whole year and more. Everyone who walked in did something new or, maybe, just crazy with the letters. A few even used it to leave messages.
The thrill of magnetic poetry, with the closure of good bookstores and toyshops, is a bit of a problem today. Even if we did find an edition in a shop in Karachi, it's unlikely that we would find additional wordsets or anything sensible after that to continue the fun.
'Desktop Poet' — a software available for Macs and Wins — is a lovely game to have in the home or even in the classroom. It's simple and wonderful. Just switch the game on and play the entire thing on your desktop. And you can add new words - perhaps even Urdu transcribed ones. You can alter the colours. You can change fonts and sizes. It really is fun.
What's important is that you can save your poems … perhaps even publish a book later.
Labels: Art, Bloggers, Education, Literature, Poetry
Friday, March 26, 2010
Delusion 3
She has moved on -
From loving me
To loving sex
And ecstasy.
But I am not
At all perturbed:
I sleep
Completely undisturbed.
Whose lips she kisses
Matters not …
It's me she misses
When she's hot!
(The mind is such
A brilliant part:
How cleverly
It fools my heart!)
Labels: Books, Literature, Poetry
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
A rose by any other name? Hmmm ...
Labels: Activism, Bloggers, Education, People, Personal, Urdu
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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Saturday, March 20, 2010
Yaar Venaa!
thank you kumar gandharva jee for last night.
this still seems so [un?]real —
dimaagh:
agar kalyaan na hota to subah na hotee ...
shükr karo tüm üss ka, saahab,
üss kee dayn thi sab saughaatayñ
itna rona kyooñ hae aakhir
pahlay bhee to khaaee haeñ maatayñ
dil:
din kay khaaboñ ko rad karnay
aaee haeñ yeh bojhal raatayñ
mar jaaooñ to phir mümkin haé
yaad na aaeñ üss kee baatayñ
dimaagh:
sach poochho to üss naadaañ nay
tüm hee say to seekheeñ ghaatayñ