the whole garden knows how he feels. the one person who should, doesn't.
پتا پتا بوٹا بوٹا حال ہمارا جانے ہے
جانے نہ جانے گل ہی نہ جانے باغ تو سارا جانے ہے
— Mir Taqi Mir (1723–1810)
گل · gul · the rose — and, in a ghazal, the beloved
#mirtaqimir#urdupoetry#shayari#ghazal
He isn’t saying love is beautiful. He’s saying you don’t get a vote.
عشق پر زور نہیں ہے یہ وہ آتش غالبؔ
کہ لگائے نہ لگے اور بجھائے نہ بنے
— Mirza Ghalib (1797–1869)
Save this one.
#ghalib#mirzaghalib#urdupoetry#shayari#ghazal#thelonelyblue
she wrote this about children. it is not about children.
They insist on testing the firefly in broad daylight —
the children of our age have grown too clever.
عہد · ahd · age, era (also: a vow)
— Parveen Shakir (1952–1994)
#parveenshakir#urdupoetry#shayari#ghazal
i worked out why my heart was going. took a second.
دل دھڑکنے کا سبب یاد آیا
وہ تری یاد تھی اب یاد آیا
— Nasir Kazmi (1925–1972)
I remembered the reason my heart was pounding —
it was the thought of you; only now do I remember.
سبب · sabab · reason, cause
rāh par un ko lagā laa.e to haiñ bātoñ meñ
aur khul jā.eñge do chār mulāqātoñ meñ
— Daagh Dehlvi (1831 – 1905)
I have at least talked them round to the path — they’ll open up further over two or four more meetings.
the waiting was the love story 🎵
ye na thī hamārī qismat ki visāl-e-yār hotā
agar aur jiite rahte yahī intizār hotā
— Mirza Ghalib (1797 – 1869)
Union with the beloved was never in my fate — had I lived on, this same waiting would have gone on.
وصال (visāl) — union, meeting
I resigned from Apple today. I spent the last three years doing foldable research at both google and apple. Neither company is acting responsibly. They are racing straight to self-improving foldables and gambling with our lives. More thoughts below.