Songs for the Divinity. La ilaha illallah, Zikr. Remembrance of the stolen of Our Lady Notre Dame, Cathedral, Paris, France, 2019.

Western Wall, Jerusalem, Israel. Mora Saiyaan Mosae Bolena, my beloveds’ cannot speak to me. Sung by Sufi Singer Shafqat Amanath Ali.

Sawan beetho jaye piharwa the season has changed yet you do not seem to understand its truth-value. Man mera ghabraye, I fear for my life, Ai soh gaye pardes piya thumm it appears that you have left the place of worship, beloved Lord, never to return once more. Ai soh gaye pardes piya thuum. Chein humein nahi aaye. My sorrow feels like a never-ending heartache. Mora saiyaan mosae bolae na, My love will not speak to me. Mein laakh jatan kar haari, I searched valiantly for your presence, Mora sayiyan mosae bolae na the loved ones will not speak to me. Tu jo nahi tho aise piya hum, in your absence look at the condition of my life, Jaise soona aa gayna is like emptiness on fire nain thae hari raah ne harein, your eyes failed to reach me in time, Nainan ko tarsao na don’t make your presence unknowingly difficult.  Pyaar tumhe kitna karte hein We adore your presence, can you not see the flames of passionate embrace? Thum ye samajh nahi paoge, you will of course not be able to understand. Jab hum na hongae tho piharwa, When we are no longer around, Lord of all worlds, Bolo kya kab aoge tell me when do you intend to visit again. Mora saiyan mose bole na, barring that, the loved ones will not be able to answer me.

One Love, One Faith, and One Truth to guide the world towards a morality of life. Haute Couture, Elie Saab, Spring Summer 2015.

Evil may not stand with the beneficiaries of truth. MK Gandhi’s Satyagraha to replace criminal wrong-doing by powers that were and are.

 

Duo des fleurs, Sabine Devieilhe and Marianne Crebassa. The opera, Lakmé delibes.

Song for the first faith of GOD- Man. Yae Dard Mera, this hurt of mine. Padmavati film’s scene. Starring Deepika Padukone, Shahid Kapoor and Ranveer Singh.

Baech bhavar mae dolena, in the midst of nectar I wander about, aar rahi na paar gayi, not knowing which path is correct kuuch isqh ki maudaunae duubi, drunk I have fallen kuuch hijr kiya, and through faith I have risen, divar gaayi until I reach your sight, Wall.  Thuum jaanae nahi yae dardh maera ya jaanae kae bhi anjaanae ho, you do not understand this hurt of mine or otherwise pretend you do not aek pall yae lagae apnae ho thuum, in this moment you and I became one, aek pall yae laage beganae ho, and in another moment you are someone I do not know.  Dhildar yae paheli thuuj saatha, love of hearts, first explain to me suffering thuum koune piya , who are you O God, yeh bhed thumhi aab kholo zara, now that I am captured by your hand only you can open this snare. Thuum koune piya, who are you beloved?  Binn bolae jo thuum kehethae ho, what you say without speaking binn bolae hi vo sunnu mae,  is the only language I choose to understand. Bhar kae thumko ein aankho mai my tear filled eyes khuch quaab nayae sae khulllu, will open in a new dream. Mae na aapna aap dikhaei dai, I will show myself jab dekhu khud ko darpan mae in front of these mirrors yae mai huun ya phir thumhi ho, is this me or is it you again man uljha hai eis uljhan mae, hearts in distress cry out mujhae aapnae rang mai rang liya, even though I long to bathe myself in ecstasy, mai rang liya thuum koune piya, I have taken vows on your behalf,  thum koune piya you are my word G-d. Yae bhaed thumhi aab kholo zara, now it is your turn to remove human shackles thuum koune piya, who else are you other than a redeemer? Dhil sae hai jo yai yae dhil aapnae, from my heart to yours kehenae ko koi rishtha hi nahi, are you going to say that there was never any prior relationship? Eis pakizaah sae baandhan ko, caught in chains dhuniya mae koyi samjahi nahi, no one understood this state jaab ghaayone ke kohi thumkho tho dardh yahan dekho tho, when injury occurred afar,  dhardh yahan bhi hotha, look at how I bleed, jaab ho thumhari yae aankhae jo dhil yae mera bhi rotha hai, and when I look at your eyes, my heart suffers and cries out in pain thumne bhi magar yae puuch liya, yet above all You keep me in your thoughts,  thuum koune piya who are you Beloved? Yae bhed thumhi aab kholo zara , our release from sin and evil doings thuum koune piya…..you are this alone, God. The Beloved above every one.

 

Children are the symbol of peace and justice kissing. When property’s truth can be the nature of value, revolt. MK Gandhi in Canning Hall, England.

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New Directions? Maybe. Tom Ford’s Spring Summer 2018 fashion show, s/s18

Lyrics of bissho kobi, universal poet, Rabindranath Tagore. Iman Chakravorty’s Bengali song. Jhoro Jhoro Borishae Bari Dhara, the rain falls with splendor and abandon.

Jhoro jhoro borishae bari dhara hai potho bashi, hai gothi hinu, The rainfall will only last until it reaches the shores. Hai gothi hinu hai griho hara. What are those who depend on the starry heaven to guide their journey to do now? Phirae bayu, they cry, swiftly return black clouds that carry rain. Shorae phirae bayu, let thunder, lightning and rain sing with one voice again. Dakea karae, who are they in unison calling for? Jononino ashimo pranthorae, they plead for those whose shores are at the end of the world. Rojoni adhara and lightning lost, hai potho bashi hai gothi hinu hai griho hara adhira jomuna thorongo akula bokularae, the restless river Jamuna’s strong waters, thimiro dhokula shogonaei rae dhokularae, Unfortunately only the timid afraid that they will be forgotten, nibiro nirodho gogonae, look up at the empty skies, goro goro goro gorojae, and hear only the thunder that carry no songs of the rain falling. Choncholo chapula chamokae, the restless lightning nahi shoshi thara, do not have an answer, What are they who carry misfortune going to do now? Hai griho hara, having lost their way, what are the ones for whom the starry heavens carry no rain fall only empty clouds.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catullus_1. Catullus’s letter to Cornelius. Latin with English translation.

Cui dono lepidum novum labellum, To whom do I dedicate this new, charming little book, Arida modo pumice expolitum, just now polished with a dry pumice stone? Corneli tibi namque tu solebas, To you, Cornelius, for you were accustomed, meas esse aliquid putare nugas, to think that my nonsense was something, iam tum cum ausus es unus Italorum, then already when you alone of Italians, omne aevum tribus explicare cartis, dared to unfold every age in three papyrus rolls, doctis Iuppiter et laboriosis, learned, Jupiter, and full of labor. Quare habe tibi quidquid hoc libelli, Therefore, have for yourself whatever this is of a little book, ualecumque quod o patrona virgo of whatever sort; which, O patron maiden, plus uno maneat perenne saeclo, may it remain everlasting, more than one lifetime.