Life’s Little Lesson

You don’t cut the ones you love. You make way for them.

جن سے محبت ہو انہیں کاٹا نہیں جاتا
بلکہ
ان کے لیے راستے بنائے جاتے ہیں
#ایک_سبق

(As seen on the internet)

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Karachi

“Karachi”

Who travels by tram
In the old city
Of Karachi?
The ancient tracks bearing
Trash amidst
A dilapidated locality.
Wafting through
The waves of stink
The tracks
Speak a silent history
Of the old bustle of life.
Where life was valued
And things not left to ruins.
Yellow bricked buildings
Of the Victorian era
Were still cared for.
White sheets hung out to dry…
Narrow balconies in
The Saddar area,
Probably didn’t leak water
Of dubious origins;
Whether it is from the water tankee
Or used and filthy;
Cascading over urban terrains
Reaching your being
As you had to trudge along your destination.
The urban geography
Still had parks and clearings
Where children would play cricket
Without fear of breaking a window pane;
Before they disappear to escape the offence
And subsequent financial strain
Incurred by an angry neighbour.
But my city, is still breathing and alive…
It bears the scars and ruins of the splendor
Where once the octagenerians thrived.
The city of Edhi and his dedicated wife,
The city of philanthropists;
The city that houses many tribes
Foreigners and locals
From Afghanis to Bengalis
And the migrants from all tides.
Where one can sip doodhpati
At a dhabba hotel
And enjoy a crispy warqi paratha
With a thaal of malai
Either with friends
Or with family.
Shop for books
At old book stalls
Smelling in the fragrance
Simultaneously;
Of printed word
And smog.
The city I call home;
The city of lights.

—–Dr Hafsa Siddiqui

Inspired by the old railway tracks near the Tuesday Bazaar in my city and a few other things..

“Figs and You”

Our conversation

One Friday evening with you, my dear friend…

Evokes the image

Of the holy fruit “Tiin”,

Sworn by the Lord

In a surah of the Quran.

A fruit,

with a natural sweetness

And numerous benefits

For its consumers

Irrespective of their belief;

It caters a wholesome goodness

Unlike the artificial flavours

Abounding on the glittery shelves…

The “fig” and your sincerity,

My dear friend,

In its wondrous plainness

Are oblivious to the saccharine syrup

Of fair-weather friends.

 

Dr Hafsa Siddiqui

 

Dedicated to Hiba Khan. Love you ,dear sister, for being just yourself! 🙂

 

 

Old Chandelier ( پرانا فانوس)

پرانا فانوس

چھت سے لٹکتے ہوئے پرانے فانوس کی طرح
دیکھ رہا ہوں تمہاری ہر ادا۔
کبھی مصروف رہنا ۔۔۔
اپنی کتابوں میں گم۔
کبھی بھولی ہوئی نظروں سے
اک نظر میری طرف ڈال دینا۔
جبکہ میں ہو چکا ہوں پرانا ۔
یارانا نہیں رہا ویسا پرانا
مدہم روشنی میری
تیرے کاموں میں
خلل ڈالتی ہے۔۔۔
دھول میرے اندر
غبار اڑاتی ہے۔
پھر بھی حیران ہوں ۔۔۔
کہ اب تک ترے کمرے
میں رہنے کی اجازت ہے۔

Old Chandelier

Like an old Chandelier,
I observe your every move.
Ever busy in your daily chores
Or oft pondering over books
You sometimes cast a wayward look at me
Even though I am old now.
Agreed, that I cannot kindle
The old bonds of friendship
My dim light
Impeding your work…
Dust churns dust-storms within me
Yet, I’m amazed
That I’m still allowed
To be sharing the room
With you.

Dr Hafsa Siddiqui

Knights

“Knights ”

 

They burrow inside your soul
These creatures called “gentlemen”.
With sweet words to grasp your heart
Within their cold blooded hands.
Duelling with weapons
Of care and sensitivity,
Instead of a sword and shield
They pierce the armour-
Effortlessly.
Once the blood has been shed
The women folk; all without the guard,
The Knights with Shining armour
Gallop to the next lass.

Dr Hafsa Siddiqui