Inspired Lahori

I don’t have much of an introduction for this but once you read it, you won’t need to ask why I wrote this…

Whether founded by Ram Chandar’s son or by someone else much before that, Lahore has since been traveling firm on its path of rise and fall. It withstood the thunderous attacks of Greeks, Ghaznavids, Tatars, Slaves, Mongols, Sikhs, and the British but its rising lamps never for a day extinguished. Its neighbourhoods kept getting settled, places of worship kept getting built, elegant buildings spread across its lands like stars in the sky. From its graves rose the rays that went on spreading the pearls of spirituality. Mosques, mandirs, and churches arose and diminshed like the wind but the laughs once born in the narrow streets of Lahore kept bumping into eachother and burrowed deep into people’s hearts. In Lahore’s water and earth, there is an abundance of love that is unparalleled anywhere else in the world. Those who came with a wish, those with nothing to stand on, those thirsty for knowledge, those searching for love and affection, all found nourishment from its breast, they grew up here, they took their fill and left or forever fell in love with this city and became its own.

The rivers of spirituality kept flowing its way and its populace wholeheartedly took its fill and keeps doing so. Worshippers of wealth came and returned from here with boxes of gold and jewels. Simple village people came holding destiny’s blank papers in their hands and took back with them books of fortune engraved in gold letters with titles like Sir, Khan Bahadur, Rai Bahadur, or Doctor of Philosophy.

This city is under the shade of the blessed ones who bring in treasures filled with light direclty from the skies of Makkah and Medina. Guru Nanak’s call of oneness spread its arms from here to the corners of Amritsar and Punjab. Fragrance of cool breaths rising from the banks of Jamuna and Ganga brought to Lahore, the flowers for the floors of its mandirs. In its tall churches, are heard the heart warming songs of the miracles of the Son of Maryam (Peace be upon them both). But this city, in itself, is such a flower whose fragrance has for centuries brought brightness to the faces and its beating hearts have captured that fragrance to forever keep it here.

3 Comments so far

  1. Nomee (unregistered) on July 18th, 2006 @ 11:21 am

    thats pretty cool stuff from you Raza and such deep feelings from heart depict how one feels about the warmness of such hearty place.. keep up the good work!!!

  2. Opee - Omer Pervaiz (unregistered) on July 18th, 2006 @ 9:18 pm

    Highly commendable and superb!!! 3 cheers for you Monsieur Ghaza :) C’est Magnifique!

  3. Raza (unregistered) on July 18th, 2006 @ 9:54 pm

    Thank you very much guys…I hope I can keep it up and maybe inspire some other Lahoris or even the non-Lahoris to feel and love the city the way it deserves.

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