Jam's Chronicle: Review of A Thousand Splendid Suns

Jam's Chronicle: Review of A Thousand Splendid Suns: "'Suggest me a book to read', I asked my friend . ' A thousand splendid suns ', came the reply in a blink! 'But, its not for a light readin..."

On Children

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you, 
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.


~ Khalil Gibran

Tanha

Dekhiye to lagta hai,
zindagi ki raaho.n mei.n,
ek bhee.d chalti hai.
sochiye to lagta hai,
bhee.d mei.n hain sab tanha.

Jitne bhi yeh rishte hai.n,
kaanch ke khilone hai.n,
pal mein toot sakte hai.n.
ek pal mein ho jaye,
kaun jaane kab tanha!

Dekhiye to lagta hai,
jaise yeh jo duniya hai,
kitni rangeen mehfil hai,
sochiye to lagta hai,
kitna gham hai duniya mei.n,
kitna zakhmi her dil hai.

Woh jo muskurate thay,
jo kisi ko khuwabon mei.n,
apne paas paate thay,
unki neend tooti hai,
aur hai.n woh ab tanha!

Dekhiye to lagta hai,
zindagi ki raahon mei.n,
ek bhee.d chalti hai.
sochiye to lagta hai,
bhee.d mei.n hai.n sab tanha!

A New Day

If life seems at its lowest ebb,
Because a day's gone wrong.
Let not your heart be troubled,
For a new day soon will dawn

And we can never be quite sure,
Just what it has in store.
Since each one is so different,
Than the one just gone before

As it penetrates the darkness,
With its soft and tranquil beams.
It calms even the most restless soul,
And brings new hopes and dreams

So when a day's been troubled,
And the night is dark and long.
Lift up your fallen spirits,
For a new day soon will dawn

~Anonymous

Alone

Alone! that worn-out word,
So idly spoken, and so coldly heard;
Yet all that poets sing,
and grief hath known,
Of hopes laid waste,
knells in that word--Alone.
- [Alone]


Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer-Lytton, first Baron Lytton

But the good deed...

But the good deed, through the ages
Living in historic pages,
Brighter grows and gleams immortal,
Unconsumed by moth or rust.

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Norman Baron