Le podcast qui parle de la dispora pakistanaise en France
And saying this I realized… That the only reason of my happiness was you. You meant the whole world to me. Some supernatural entity. All I wanted was a glance from you. Your words to cool my heart. Your arms were home to me. But years passing by… I drifted and finally got lost. Then …
[ENG] Oh house ! Tell me, you must have seen it all …? Must’ve seen the humans in and out ? Must’ve sheltered its tears and its happiness ? Must’ve seen its soft voice tone changing ? The noise of joy and silence of deaths, The toddler’s time and the magic of youth, Then the …
I know Mum will respect my choice. The bleu tomb stone would be her choice. I know Baba will fill the forms. And burry me as soon it can be done. I know they will write a pretty couplet, Bring me flowers and burst in tears. I know they will come regularly for some days. …
My soul is said to flight every night, When I sleep it leaves me, Astonishingly, I remain alive. I dream of falling. Of falling for a very long while. And sometimes of running, Toward the sunlight, But my eyes can’t open. I keep running like this on the track. My eyes cry and I am …
Why is it that, I am incomplete without you ? Why should my mornings start with you ? Why should my nights require your view ? Why should I need your presence? Why should I feel this undecheperable sadness? Why do you make me feel so incomplete? You guide me through world when I need. …
When she was three Was labeled abnormal. Unable to feed herself, Unable to walk, Unable to give my smiles back. Disabled, my child. I cried a lot that time. Secretly went mad. But then, there was she, My lovely offspring. Unable to express her love to me. Unable to enjoy her life. Unable to make …
Someone rang the bell. Too late for someone to come. I put down my book. I wonder who came. Because that’s not the time Hapiness usually chooses to come over. My heart skipped a beat. Paid a silent prayer. May Allah not destroy, This sand castle I live in. May not someone come And tell …
Depuis des jours ou bien depuis des mois… Quelque chose manquait… Comme de l’inspiration pour écrire un livre, Comme la vue pour voir le monde. La poussière, dans les coins s’accumulait. Les miroirs disparaissaient derrière la suie. Sûr qu’il manquait quelqu’un… Pour énergiquement balayer la maison, Changer les draps, planter des fleurs dans le jardin, …
My father narrated me this punjabi poetry of a friend of his. Though this poem is an old-man vision oriented, i find the rhymes and strophes perfectly calibrated. Feel free to share any other authentic poetry you might have. I love to discover what people write. ط طمع نے مار کے چور کیتا ط طمع …
Most of Pakistanis know this as a spiritual reflection. I’ve translated it to french for enhancing accessibility and comprehension. Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun Bulleya to me, I am not known Bulleya ! Comment puis je savoir qui je suis? Bulleya Ki jaana main Kaun Bulleya! to me, I am not known Bulleya ! Comment …