Like the sight of a flower nicely held
In between her petals a slice of joy
A chunk of solace which ignite a smile
In the bright weather in my stern face
A piece of heart which receives the light
And validate the falling love which repels
The fear that I am losing
Something in my life
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The more I rise the more I feel loneliness
I face more fatal blizzard, witnessCold shoulders, atmosphere is heavyUnbearable is the weightOf the unspoken painNo one by my sideTo take care of my wordsLayers after layersPressed together with a nailIn the chest, tightTill the time, I inhaleThe fragrance of the promiseOf your presence as North Wind
Mara dil aur dimaka kia huwa hai
Dil kuch kahta haiDimak kuch aurDil aur dimak peJo ata haiO juban pe kiu nahi ata hai?O parware degar,Muje ase tagad denaJo dimakpe hoO juban pe la dena.Dimak pe kuchAur juban pe aur kuchAsa baiman nehi banana.
I would not call who
But I would call himA beggar whoGives a littleAnd takes away allGets the dirt cleanedMakes all the dots turnFrom black to whiteAfter using as an intercessorLeaves us to feelWe are all treatedUsed or misusedEither as a napkin or tool