Meet my friend Humair

Humair…..one of my close friend……in FAST life……He used to live in same Green Town, Karachi…..where i have spent more then 7 years …..Still miss the broken roads of Greeen town…….
A myth about Green Town…because after every rain ….it is sink in the water and become Green……….:)
Still miss Green town……..

His blog is here
http://syedhumair.blogspot.com

While rollling in his blog i found ….following link……
http://syedhumair.blogspot.com/2005/09/rain-in-karachi.html

and i was recalling the rains of Karachi……lovly ….specially the rain of FAST Life…….Tooo gooood……
Then i visualised the famous song of waheed Murad…….One of the best of the Best……
n finally 3 cheers for Youtube to get it as :

as it closes ….. i move for ibrar-ur-Haq as:

Miss everything……:)

Hawa Hawa

I heard this song when i was in 5-6th Grade while visiting a tailer shop in a Afghani market at the back of my home in Peshawer.
Talbans from Afghanistan used to attack these markets and distory all VCR and casette players. They use to burn all the shops with videos in it…..:)
Old memories……:)

second time….i heard it again in home of a Afghan Friend named dawood, from PPS.
There was no casette player in my home those days……From first listen, this truned out be one of my best songs.
Still one of the best from old days…..

Another video of same song…..

Another video of same song…..

A different song with same title from “Hawa Hawa” in Pashtu from Swat..

Deep from my Heart…..:)

Habib Jalib – Mainay Uss Say Yeh Kaha – Laal

ab kay kam bichray to shaayad – Live from mehdi hasan

Life with hope

Life with hope

The emptiness is closing, creeping, crushing all hope I have to keep on living. When I have nothing left to believe in and I think I can go no more. Hope is enough to keep me alive. Giving me strength I didn’t know I had. But we can live on hope and dreams cause with hope I can endure, for it is the perfect cure. The heart is a womb were hope is born it is conceived in the mind. Hope is a quest to be free an open door or a key. It will keep you strong in times of despair and just when you think you’re all alone in the end hope will be there. Lleyson Hernandez

Life a Struggle

Life a Struggle

Every time we fight A new war with life Every time we fail And become frail Every Moment We do repent Our failure And repair Our nests With zest But again we fall From top of wall We creep again Cry in the pain Sometimes even we die But again see we’re alive The very next morning Again we are joining The unending, thorny And unpleasant journey In the spirit of winning Without rest or tiredness Deeming Almighty bless Thanking pretty hope Pulls who life’s rope! M. Ashaq Raza

A Gift By Somebody………….

To really love a woman
To understand her
You’ve got to know what deep inside
Hear every thought see every dream
And give her wings when she wants to fly
And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s really wanted
When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s the one
She needs somebody
To tell her that it’s gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever really
Really, reallly
Ever loved a woman?

To really love a woman
To let her hold you
Till you know how she needs to be touched
You’ve gotta breath her
And really taste her
Until you can feel her in your blood
When you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s really wanted
When you love a woman
You tell that she’s the one
She needs somebody
To tell her that you’ll always be together
So tell me have you’ve ever really,
Really, really ever loved a woman?

You’ve got to give her some faith
Hold her tight
A little tenderness
You’ve gotta treat her right
She will be there foryou
Taking good care of you
(you’ve really gotta love your woman) (yeah)
And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman

When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s really wanted
When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s the one
She needs somebody
To tell her that it’s gonna last forever
So tell me have you ever, really
Really, really, ever loved a woman?
Just tell me have you ever really,
Really, really, ever loved a woman?
Just tell me have you ever really,
Really, really, ever loved a woman?

Reply…….Sooon….

Height of Cruel and Insensitive Partner

………… ……..Youth Life Time…….. ……… .
No cry reaches to my ears, no tear softens my heart…
You can’t share your pains with me and…
I can’t hold this any more…
Dying people are destined so and hunger is their lives’ trial…
You can’t blame me for your misfortunes and…
I can’t hold this any more…
My life is my world; your miseries are your fate…
You can’t frighten me with your fallen lives and…
I can’t hold this any more…
Money is blood of my life and lavishness is ultimate goal…
You can’t bind me to your wretched rules and…
I can’t hold this any more…
Vanity has become my identity and insolence is my gait…
You can’t impair my life with your phony merits and…
I can’t hold this any more…
Wits hide behind my wealth and power inscribes my character…
You can’t inspire me with your fanciful mythos and…
I can’t hold this any more…

………… …..Elderly Life Time…….. ……… .
Time is passing away and my memories start fading out…
Impression of forever life has gone now and…
I can’t hold this any more…
Entire life was pursuit of happiness but still I seek happiness…
Heaps of gold couldn’t arrest peace of mind for a day and…
I can’t hold this any more…
My heart and soul echoes with emptiness…
Glimpses of past imbue my soul with regrets and…
I can’t hold this any more…
Life seems wasted though I built empires of empires…
Nothing could buy end-life credits but good deeds and…
I can’t hold this any more…
My proud social affinities and countless amenities …
Everything I held had drained to vain and…
I can’t hold this any more…
O Lord, O Lord! Give me hope to pass this transit…
I made this life a burthen on my soul and…
I can’t hold this any more…

Still I Rise

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

Maya Angelou