As soon as I was back to my apartment, I searched the internet for the profile of Mumtaz Mahar by Jan Khaskheli and found it on the news website. The piece was very well written but I don’t know why editorial comments were still there in finished product. I wonder if it was a deliberate act or a mere careless but still I believe that Mumtaz Mahar deserve much more. He is a person who has stayed neglected in literary circles around in Sindh though he has dedicated all his life to reading and writing. Well it is a long story and I will try to write about it sometime latter when I will have sometime, till then click here for reading the profile of Mumtaz Mahar written by Jan Khaskheli in The News.

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“What do you see in that immense sky?” J. asked
“Clouds”

“No” J. said. “You see the soul of the rivers. Rivers that have just been reborn in the sea. They will rise to the sky, and remain there untill, for whatever reason, they once again become rain and fall to earth. The rivers return to mountains, but carry with them the wisdom of sea”

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I want to live through in each vain moment
And in its honor I must spread my song
And laugh with my delight and shed my tears
When she is sad or when she is contented.

And thus, when afterward comes looking for me
Who knows what death, anxiety of the living,
Who knows what loneliness, end of the loving

I could say to myself of the love (I had):
Let it not be immortal, since it is flame
But let it be infinite while it lasts.

By Vinicius de Moraes. Translated by Ashley Brown, in “An Anthology of Twentieth-Century Brazilian Poetry”, Wesleyan Univertsity Press

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I sought peace

I found ecstasy, I found anguish

I found madness

I found lonliness

I found the solitary pain

That gnaws the heart

But peace I did not found

Now, old and near my end

I have known you

I have found both ecstasy and peace

I know rest

After so many lonely years

I know what life and love may be

Now, if I sleep

I shall sleep fullfilled

(Bertrand Russell)

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In a piece of paper I draw a yellow sun

And with five or six lines it’s easy to raise a castle

I run the pencil around my hand and I get a glove

And if I make it rain with two lines I have an umbrella

If a drop of paint falls on a blueish piece of paper

In a moment I imagine a beautiful gull flying in the sky

It goes flying, surrounding the immense line North and South

I’m travelling with it to Hawaii, Peking or Istanbul

I paint a sail ship white and navigate

It’s both sky and sea in a blue kiss

Among the clouds, it’s appearing, a beautiful airplane, pink and green

All around, colouring with its flashing lights

Just some imagination and it’s taking off, smoothly and nice

and if we really want, it’s gonna land

In a piece of paper I draw a departing ship

with some good fellows cheering the happiness of life

From one to the other America I cross in a blink

I spin simple compasses and in a circle I have the world

A child is walking and walking it reaches the wall

and there ahead, waiting for us, the future is

And the future is a starship that we try to control

Busy and merciless and unscheduled to arrive

Without clearance, changes our lives

and then it invites to smile or to cry

In this road, it’s not up to us to know or see what will come

It’s end, no one knows for sure where will get

Let’s go all on a wonderful path

of a watercolour that someday is finally

gonna fade away

In a piece of paper I draw a yellow sun

That will fade away

And with five or six lines it’s easy to raise a castle

That will fade away

I spin simple compasses and in a circle I have the world

That will fade away…

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In United States at the present day, the reverence which the Greek gave to Oracles and the Middle Ages to the Pope is given to the Supreme Court. Those who have studied the working of American Constitution know that the Supreme Court is part of forces engaged in the protection of the plutocracy. But the men who know this, some are on the side of the plutocracy, and therefore do nothing to weaken the traditional reverence for the Supreme Court, while others are discredited in the eyes of ordinary quiet citizens by being said to be subversive and Bolshevik. A considerable further career of obvious will be necessary before a Luther will be able to attack successfully the authority of the official interpreters of the Constitution.

Bertrand Russell, Power: A New Social Analysis, Page 49-50, George Allen & Unwin (Publishers) Ltd., 1975

Some Useful Links:

• Introduction to US Judicial System by Retired Justice O’Connor

• Introduction to US Bill of Rights