An old Hindi song- Aapke Pehloo main aakar ro diye-Forgotten melody 3

 

Sharing a very melodious and beautiful song from a very old Hindi movie (Mera Saaya, 1966). The song is sung by the legendary singer Mohammed Rafi. The song is very special as it was also in my list of songs, I would listen to in my childhood recorded in cassette songs. A specific thing about this song is that I would literally write down its lyrics and try to memorize it as this song had such a deep impact on my soul. Anyways, the movie itself is very good as the plot is very interesting. The great actor (Sunil Dutt) is grieving the loss of his wife but does not realize that his wife is alive as the one who died was actually her twin sister (about whom nobody knew) and that's where the suspense is. His real wife tries hard to convince him and ultimately towards the end, his inner eyes open and he understands that she was there all along..

I don't' think anybody might even know about this song and so it's a forgotten melody in my view..

For some reason I also note a spiritual side in this song as if this song is about the person crying out and going to God (as there is reference of sar jhukakar) and mentioning about his/her sorrows to God and the pain of separation from God.....

The song can be heard here:

Mohammed Rafi : Aapke Pahlu Mein Aakar Ro Diye | Sunil Dutt, Sadhana | Bollywood Old Dard Bhare Song

The lyrics of this song are:

"आप के पहलू में आ कर रो दिए

दास्तान-ए-ग़म सुनाकर रो दिए

जिन्दगी ने कर दिया जब भी उदास

आ गए घबरा के हम मंजिल के पास

सर झुकाया, सर झुकाकर रो दिए

शाम जब आँसू बहाती आ गयी

हर तरफ ग़म की उदासी छा गयी

दीप यादों के जला कर रो दिए

ग़म जुदाई का सहा जाता नहीं 

आपके बिन अब रहा जाता नहीं 

प्यार में क्या क्या गँवाकर रो दिए"

Aap Ke Pahloo Mein Aakar Lyrics in Hindi, Zakhami Dil Aap Ke Pahloo Mein Aakar Song Lyrics

A beautiful Bollywood song-Shiddat

 Sharing a deeply melodious (with one of the most beautiful poetries/lyrics) song from some Bollywood movie. The beauty of the song is enhanced as it includes the beatings of a real heart (in the introductory music). The song can be heard here:

Shiddat Title Song Track(Lyrics) -By Manan Bhardwaj

Each line of this song is so poetic and very deeply written...

The lyrics of this song are:

"Tujhko Bana Doon Main Apna Khuda

Aur Sajde Tere Kar Sakoon

Maangu Dua Saath Hone Ki Tere

Kaande Pe Sar Rakh Sakoon

Dhaga Ek Baandhun Tujhko

Mannat Bana Loon

Kaagaz Pe Dil Ke Teri

Surat Bana Loon

Chhute Kabhi Na Woh Aadat Bana Loon

Haan Shiddat Bana Loon Tujhe

Qismat Banalo Meri Chahat Banalo

Dil Se Main Maangu Ibadat Banalo

Chhute Kabhi Na Woh Aadat Bana Loon

Haan Shiddat Bana Loon Tujhe

Qismat Banalo Meri Chahat Banalo

Dil Se Main Maangu Ibadat Banalo

Chhoote Kabhi Na Woh Aadat Bana Loon

Haan Shiddat Bana Loon Tujhe

Kyun Ye Hadein Hai Kyun Sarhadein Hai

Itne Hai Kyun Faasle

Manzil Teri Meri Jab Ek Hai

Toh Kyun Hai Alag Raaste

Ishq Ki Aisi Kahawat Bana Loon

Paani Pe Likh Doon Likhawat Bana Loon

Goonje Sada Wo Aahat Bana Loon

Haan Shiddat Bana Loon Tujhe

Dil Ki Main Tujhko Sajawat Bana Loon

Kuch Bhi Na Bolun Muskurahat Bana Loon

Barse Khuda Ki Woh Barkat Bana Loon

Haan Shiddat Bana Loon Tujhe

Qismat Banalo Meri Chahat Banalo

Dil Se Main Maangu Ibadat Banalo

Chhoote Kabhi Na Woh Aadat Bana Loon

Haan Shiddat Bana Loon Tujhe

Ye Khara Samandar Mera Gawah Hai

Ishq Hai Mera Ya Mera Gunaah Hai

Tujhko Saza Aur Adalat Bana Loon

Haan Shiddat Bana Loon Tujhe"

Shiddat Title Track LYRICS - Sunny Kaushal, Radhika Madan, M

Tribute to Makan Nasiri- second poem-Updated

In my earlier post, I wrote about Makan Nasiri and shared a poem I wrote in his memory. However, I had written another poem (few days ago) on him that was divinely inspired and looking at the photo (see below taken from a clip) made me just write those words...I have decided to share the second poem here as my heartfelt tribute to him...

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DXeuBhBCDtb/

The Perfect Feet

"A blue sweater and one shoe

is all that's left of him.

Like Cinderella, who hurried 

towards the gates of her carriage,

before the clock struck twelve,

in his hurried steps to get back 

to the Gates of Paradise,

as the heavy gong of the bombs sounded

their cacophony, a deafening sound,

he vanished into thin air

One shoe was left behind,

for the loved ones who danced 

the dance of life with him.

Now, whichever feet they shall

search and search,

try and try,

that single shoe shall never 

find its perfect fit, the perfect feet.

As the hearts grow tighter,

with no hope of sunshine,

cold and shivering,

lost all sense of the blue sky, 

lost all sense of "Makan", 

the blue sweater left by him,

shall comfort and blanket

the grieving hearts..

-Shilpi

P.S. I should clarify that I am not a medium or channeler as some gifted people are who communicate with spirits/guides. I think for some reason, some of my posts are giving that impression. however, I do have a very high intuition and sensing abilities and can read tarot cards/ divination tools (part of my spiritual journey) which I actually read for some colleagues many years ago, and it was so accurate that they were astonished (although I am only a beginner level in that). Although my blog does not mean I put out all of my life here for others as I am a private person, but I think it's necessary to mention some things related to war/little children. For those who understand reincarnation (which is scientifically proven too, although some religions disprove it still), connection to things stems from recent past lives. In my case, as I had discovered a life in WW2 in England where I was on a noble mission to save little children (medical help/pediatric nurse) but the aircraft crashed on a mountain and caught fire and went down, and I was still trying to save a little boy who happened to be in the plane at my last moments, but then my soul left the body due to fire burns and trauma and I was declared a martyr.  In that life, only some remains of my burnt body were found for coroner's report (DNA testing). 

Hence, I deeply feel pain of little children and mothers...And I should add some things as they do hold important clues for my present life. I in fact used to play the grand piano and sing in that life and was about to be wedded to a person in uniform, who was in fact a top fighter pilot, actually Captain Flight Lieutenant in the British military (with first name that had the first three letters of Her/ Har something like that), but my tragic death at early age ended everything...And that's where my current life fascination for Airforce comes from but also a phobia of flying in aircrafts and not being able to play any musical instrument ever but then wanting to sing since few years of born again, and interest in biochemistry comes from. But that's also reason why I could never understand genetic biology, or I would say I scored lowest in that in biochemistry :( probably due to aftermath.  But I also understood why I would never celebrate Diwali in the house in my childhood as I was petrified of the firecrackers and the other firecrackers, until one fine day an aunt (who came as a mentor) made me hold a firecracker too close and made me overcome my fear. By the time I realized I have no more fear of firecracker, the festival had already ended, and no more firecracker was left, but I had already learnt my lesson...

But unfortunately, that's precise reason that also gave me health challenges as I developed chronic neck and back issues (without ever been in any accident or fall or impact) in my mid 20s in my current life (needing constant physiotherapy or some form to manage to relieve constant pain) as it was past life energy carried forward. Anyhow, ultimately, the only way out is to surrender and accept the will of God as He is indeed sufficient for me and is the best of planners..:)

In Memory of Makan Nasiri- the missing Iranian child martyr of the war

 This post is dedicated to the 7-year-old Iranian boy Makan Nasiri, who was one of the 168 children who were victims of the atrocious missiles strike of the school in Minab, Iran on Feb 28, 2026, by US-Israel troops. He was the only child whose no human remains were ever found even after 7-weeks of search, and he was thus declared as the missing martyr in the war. The only thing ever found of him were a blue sweater and a single shoe. 

(Makan Nasiri, the only child still missing from the school bombed in Iran | US-Israel war on Iran News | Al Jazeera)

Photos showing the smiling little Makan (taken from the various links below) as that's how I would like to remember him too..

Makan was a boy who brimmed with life and was also someone who had a devotion to God as his mother reported that he would take part in religious rituals and helping with activities in the mosques (https://www.instagram.com/p/DXM18hZSS7e/).

I am sharing some clips which I found from the web:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DW7eTs5gpCz/

(showing the bubbly cute Makan in few clips)

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DXrl3wmjC33/

(This clip (AI generated) an attempt to show Makan (after his passing) walking on path of roses and entering the mosque and being welcomed with other martyrs.)

other clips showing the little angel and the aftermath:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DXklmmtDPPd/

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DXeuBhBCDtb/

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DW3w1gziNPU/

Makan Nasiri was reported as missing after the 7-week search, but he was killed on Feb 28. I discovered that his Arabic-origin name (that means "place" or "location") appears exactly 28 times in the holy Quran. Perhaps, his passing was chosen and was meant to set an example as his role on earth was finished.  But then, it is not possible to fill the void he has left behind and the sorrow which his loving parents feel and will continue to feel.  Truly, his loving parents were spared the horror of seeing their little child in bits and pieces. Rather, God decided to have him become part of the Iranian soil completely and inspire young blood to wake up to their roots and faith and stand up for the truth.

May God grant patience to his parents to manage to live with his loss....

I was getting reminded of some poetry lines of Allama Iqbal at this:

"Kitni Mushkil Zindagi Hai, Kis Qadar Asan Hai Mout

Gulshan-e-Hasti Mein Manind-e-Naseem Arzan Hai Mout

Seena Chaak Iss Gulistan Mein Lala-o-Gul Hain To Kya

Nala-o-Faryad Par Majboor Bulbul Hain To Kya

Zindagi Ki Aag Ka Anjaam Khakstar Nahin

Tootna Jis Ka Muqaddar Ho Ye Woh Gohar Nahin"

-Allama Iqbal

https://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-e-dra-139-walida-marhooma-ki-yaad.html

English translation of above lines:

"How hard life is! How easy is death!

In the garden of existence, death is as cheap as the morning breeze.

If in this garden the breasts of the tulip and the rose are torn, so what?

If nightingales are forced to cry and lament, so what?

The finality of the fire of life is not a bed of ashes.

It is not the pearl whose destiny is to be broken."

https://iqbalurdu.blogspot.com/2011/04/bang-e-dra-139-walida-marhooma-ki-yaad.html

Targeting and killing little children is a war crime and it obviously impacts me to a deeper level, and although I have penned many poetries (unpublished) on that topic, I could not stop myself from expressing my emotions especially for this little boy as it also helps me in my healing too as I am highly overwhelmed as I can deeply feel sorrows of little children and their mothers as I am a highly sensitive person...

I am sharing a poem dedicated to Makan I wrote few days ago. This poem is inspired by the story of Surah Yusuf from the Quran, especially as it's believed that even Prophet Yusuf (A.S.) was 7-year-old when he was separated from his loving father and there was a striking similarity. Even the sweater of Makan had some blood spots/ flesh on it but it was later confirmed it belonged to someone else and not Makan, so essentially, the sweater left a window of hope open...

Anyways, here is my first poem on Makan:

Waiting for Makan

They have given me that torn

blue sweater with blood spots

that are not your blood,

found after the intense search,

the silent witness of your 

disappearance and predicted death.

No trace, no remains

of your gentle little body,

only debris and ruins remain.

Should I believe them?

My heart shall not.

I shall cry and cry,

empty out my two eyes 

in your sorrow,

turn myself blind to this world

as I wait in beautiful patience.

For I know,

after a long long wait,

I shall be able to smell 

your scent from your

heavenly garment

and I shall be granted the sight 

to glimpse your full face and body

shining beautiful and bright

and embrace it in my arms

in Paradise, where we

will meet again.

-Shilpi