FARAZ THE PRINCE

hiee dude nice going welcome to opera take chill pill good luck frm jugun:yes:

kidar gayb ho jee no c long time

ya it was nice

hayyyyyy faiz ki karamatain its from nuskha_e_hay wafa na? bht awsum book hai unke good last shair is mindblowing

nice work Mr.DJ:yikes:

farazi jee kahan gayb ho jatay hain aap:(

khaan ho ap jnab

hey doc do u knw farazi ?

farazi cool posts doing any way i m waiting thaT AT least my big show will come to shout at shout box hehehe:D

whenever u feel sadness in your HEART,
blackness in your EYES,
paleness on your FACE,
fragrance in your it shows u are suffering lack of vitamin "ME".


HOWS UR WORK GOING ???

After a quarrel, a wife said to her husband, “you Know, i was a fool when i married you.” The husband replied, “yes, dear, but i was in love And didn’t notice

("v") u r spcial
'v("v") 2 me
'v' so...
no mater weder I txt u or not, u
are always rememberd!
()""()
( 'o' )")
( . )/ its TRUE, i SWEAR:p

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ohhhh aaanti aaham,,,, aahaam ,,, jee sahe kaha hoga jee apny aap r galat impossible .... r u didn chck shout box yaar r hows job going

Faiz’s poem Shaam with a translation by Agha Shahid Ali.
Iss tarha hai ke har ik perr koi mandir hai
koi ujrra huwa, benoor, puraana mandir
dhooNdta hey jo kharaabi ke bahaaney kab se
chaak har baam, har ik dard ka dam-e-aakhir hey
aasmaaN koi prohit hey jo har baam taley
jism pe raakh maley, maathey pe sindoor maley
sir-niguN betha hey chup chaap naa jaaney kab sey

Iss tarha hai ke pas-e-parda koi saahir hai
jiss nay aafaaq pe phelaaya hai yuN sehar kaa daam
daaman-e-waqt sey pewast hai yuN daaman-e-shaam
ab kabhi shaam bujhey gi na andhera ho ga
ab kabhi raat dhaley gi na sawera ho ga

AasmaaN aas leeye hai ke ye jaadu tootay
chup ki zanjeer katay, waqt ka daaman chhootey
day koi sankh duhaai, koi paayal boley
koi butt jaagey, koi saaNwali ghooNgat kholey
Evening
The trees are dark ruins of temples,
seeking excuses to tremble
since who knows when–
their roofs are cracked,
their doors lost to ancient winds.
And the sky is a priest,
saffron marks on his forehead,
ashes smeared on his body.
He sits by the temples, worn to a shadow, not looking up.
Some terrible magician, hidden behind curtains,
has hypnotized Time
so this evening is a net
in which the twilight is caught.
Now darkness will never come–
and there will never be morning.
The sky waits for this spell to be broken,
for history to tear itself from this net,
for Silence to break its chains
so that a symphony of conch shells
may wake up to the statues
and a beautiful, dark goddess,
her anklets echoing, may unveil herself.
(from The Rebel’s Silhouette)

u like faiz thats y im sending hiz work i like him also alot his poetry is totally shows the beauty and purness in urdu literature that persuades u to study it deeply and open ur thoughts in many ways to inhale the beauty .....

dr.ayesha dont get worried i am here to help you if u feel insecure here

DOCTOR DID U MIND IT ... NO REP V VERE JUST PULLING IT OUT HAVN FUN DON TAKE IT AZ PERSONAL ,,,

hahoo farazi where u gone man ru ran away or what

aunti s () () n u knw me

ohhhhooooooooo ahaaaaaaannnn:whistle:

kidar gayb ho je

Every morning, you woke up in my arms.
I looked into your eyes and smiled to myself.
I had the world in my grasp. Nothing could go wrong.
You would open your eyes and smile up at me.
I kissed your lips, thinking this just couldn't be.
Id brush away your hair, and think to myself.
How could this be, you're absolutely perfect for me.

dude nice words