#ghazals

[lostchild02]

Let's talk about the love that I feel when I listen to old bollywood songs describing the purity of love, the love that we can see in their eyes, the love that they share in holding hands gently, the love that is there in the secret glances, the love that is there in sharing earphones, the love that is there in slipping the handwritten love letters in the book that you borrowed, the love that is reading books in the library, the love that is in pressing the flowers that someone gave you in your favourite book, the live where you watch the sunsets and moon in slience together, the love which was pure, the love which was above all. And today when I look at what this generation has made out of love just scares me to think that will we ever be able enough to share love like this ?

[aap-kaisi-ladhki-hain-kammo-ji]

remember the time when Ghazals used to underrated and most ppl didn't know abt jagjit singh and ghulam ali... i miss that time....

ghazals used to be my solace and so personal. now they are trending... it feels like invasion of privacy

[embersariya]

urdu is such a pyaari language. qayamat matlab aankhein tumhari<3

[premikaunderthemoon]

Hota hoga tumhara moye moye moment, mera toh sirf tu mujhse khafa hai toh zamaane ke liye aa, ranjish hi sahi, dil hi dukhaane ke liye aa, aa fir se mujhe chhod ke jaane ke liye aa moment ho jaata hai 🤡

[burgirrrr-rants]

ग़ज़लों का एक दौर आज थम गया।

[thenotebookscribbler]

if i make us listen to ghazals together know that there is no way out for you anymore-

[izhaar-e-ishq]

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[hum-suffer]

Not to toot my own horn but guys Gujarati Ghazals are on another level

In a quiet balcony, (she was) waiting for someone,

I saw the queen of beauty

I saw a princess

The mehndi on her hands was blossoming

The Kohl in her eyes was blossoming

Like a small garden, developing with a beautiful weather

Her smile held a hundred songs

Even her silence was music

She had affection for even shadows

Her love; bound to (sound of) footsteps

She decorated a palace of dreams

With the asopalav (leaves) of her memories

With her downturned gaze, she had made time stop to her will

She bounced like waves

And twirled like wind

If someone came to her smiling, she blushed, lovely

Youth had blessed her

There were no pains for her

Nature itself was desperate to be loved by her

After long years, I'm seeing the same balcony again,

The same one

There's no music nor melody here

No love bound to (sound of) footsteps

There is no palace of dreams here

And no dance of love

It feels too lonely,

It feels too melancholy

She was not my lover, nor my bride

I had only seen her waiting at her balcony

Who she was, what was her name—

Even these are not things I know of

Even then, my heart feels melancholy

It feels lonely.

Shaant Zarukhe (at the quiet balcony) by Saif Palanpuri

[My translation is really rough but it's close enough]

[eyeina]

Tera mera aqeedah ho ek jese asmaan ka Chand ek,

Tera mera manhaj ho ek Jo krde hum dono ko naik,

Teri meri kitaab bhi ek tera mera rasool bhi ek,

Tawheed hai Allah ka hona ek apni islaah krne wala hota hai naik,

Gunah ki lazzat katam ho jayegi Namaze panch Ada krke toh dekh,

Mai parda Karu tum sunnat nibhana Phir nikkah ke muje dekh,

Khawab sare pure hone wale hai Allah ki chahat me sabr krke toh dekh,

Tawbah ke ansu gunnah ko mar dete h tu ek ansu baha kr toh dekh,

Nafs ki qiad se bahar nikal masjid ko apna Ghar samjh kr toh dekh,

Allah hafiz ek tera Dil bhi ek khaliq ki jagah se makhlooq ko hata kar toh dekh.

[biharanbitch]

Heya! Thankyou @shyam-kariya for tagging me in this. Mera Aisa koi particular genre nhi hai music ka... Thoda thoda sab sun rkha h. Lemme know if u guys like my music.❣️

Accha I think for Tumblr, Hindi music would be appropriate..so here goes.

1. Aarambh ~ Piyush Mishra Hassss to be my top one..cos it gives me positive energy and motivation when I'm low.

2. Humko kiske gham ne mara~ Ghulam Ali. If u are into ghazals and sufi , I bet u will like this too... It's all the genz needs and I love it for its harmonium piece.

3. Saason ki mala pe ~ Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan A weird thing of mine, but this long masterpiece of kawali is a beautyyyyyy it's all about dedication to higher soul and I let it just play while studying.

4. Rafta rafta ~ Mehdi Hassan. Ik it's been heard on insta too much now...but hey I looooveee this beauty. It's love described in words, I think if u want to know how it feels like to fall in love, just hear this.

5. Chingari koi bhadke~kishore Kumar. Looking for a good cry after a breakup but in the retro way??? Hear it and let the flow begin... It's just pain...plain old simple sadness.

6. Jis gali mei Tera Ghar ~ Mukesh. This is just dark in it's own way although it talks about a lover, and I love it for it's darkness. Do give it a try 😁

I'm giving the links to the songs... For your easy access.

Also , I'd like my frnds to join in on this...❣️❣️ @kyunbhai @hsnaayar @anarkali-disco-chali @seedhe-pahad-se @itsshivam05 @aahanna @hum-aapke-hain-kaun @emartirabdi (apologies if I forgot someone)

[sea-chord]

From Dilli to Delhi, we went from ghazals to situationships

[aap-kaisi-ladhki-hain-kammo-ji]

Taman sheher mein ek wo hai ajnabi mujhse

तमाम शहर में एक वो है अजनबी मुझ से

ki jisne ki geet mera sheher ko sunaya tha

कि जिस ने गीत मेरा शहर को सुनाया था

[deadrosessociety]

Currently shuffling between "Look at you boy I invented you" and "Jinhe mitti se mene banaya sanam wo khuda ho gye deakhte deakhte"

[mywifeleftme]

294: Nashenas // Life is a Heavy Burden

Life is a Heavy Burden Nashenas 2022, Strut (Bandcamp)

Nashenas is one of Afghanistan’s most beloved twentieth century singers. Born in Kandahar in 1935, he was raised in Karachi, British India (now Pakistan) before his family returned to Afghanistan during his adolescence. By his early 20s he had become a popular vocalist, with a weekly national radio slot singing traditional poetry, adaptations of popular Bollywood songs, and (with increasing frequency) his own compositions in Dari and Pashto.

Most of his work is in the ghazal tradition, a form of Arabo-Persian poetic ode (classically a simultaneous address to an absent lover and to God) that has remained popular in the East for nearly 1,500 years. The songs have a meditative consistency of rhythm, his vocals carrying the melody as he accompanies himself with drones on the harmonium while a tabla player supplies percussion, verses broken by instrumental refrains that answer the vocal melody. Nashenas has a panged yet resigned style suitable to the form, never leaning into cheap emotional theatrics. He spools out his words patiently, great feeling leavened by enlightened reservation. I picture him with his eyes closed, sitting cross-legged as he hums and croons the words that billow from the incense burning within him till the room has filled with it. Despite the focus on his voice though, this is quite dynamic music: the drumming on songs like “Life is a Heavy Burden” provides a raw, intense counterpoint to Nashenas’s steady vocal, while the blissful harmonium drone of “I Am Happy Alone” finds a common note with the primary colours of music made by children, outsider folkies, and the untrained.

Physical media wasn’t common in Afghanistan when Nashenas was establishing himself, and radio broadcasts were the primary outlet for performers. What recordings he did make were largely for radio archives, and many of these were apparently destroyed in the wars that have ravaged the region for decades. As a result, little of Nashenas’s prime is well-documented, and prior to this compilation virtually none of what does exist had been released in the West. Life is a Heavy Burden: The Songs and Poetry of Nashenas collects highlights from a brief run of Iranian 45 pressings of Radio Afghanistan recordings from the late ‘50s. The liners elaborate:

Although hard to fully confirm, it appeared these records were part of an arrangement between someone in Radio Afghanistan and Royal, one of the major labels in Iran. …Recordings were presumably supplied to the pressing plant in Tehran to be manufactured and then sold to the Afghan diaspora in the country, or exported back to Afghanistan. It was ultimately unsuccessful, with a few singles released by Nashenas, Zaland, his wife Sara, and others such as Ustad Mahwash, Ghulam Dastagir Shaida, and Ahmad Wali. Whoever arranged it apparently did not inform the artists themselves!

You’d never know how screamingly rare these pieces are, or that they were not sourced from masters, from the job Strut Records has done with Life is a Heavy Burden. The fidelity is brilliant, clearly of another epoch in terms of technology but unmarred by the dust and rough handling endured by near-70-year-old second-hand discs. I’d recommend this one to anyone with an interest in mid-century music from the Middle East and South Asia, or its influence on Western pop and experimental music from the ‘60s onward.

294/365

[burgirrrr-rants]

my obsession with 'Ranjish Hi Sahi' by Ali Sethi increases every single time I listen to it.

[chandtarasblog]