With age we play with our eyes, abuse and misuse
Without realizing once they are gone the darkness will dwell.
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He raised the kite against the winter winds
What rough weather he felt, what tough time hindsWhat enjoyment he lost to, the string holder’s springYet this mute world only sees, who the kite is flying!But the hope of orphan remains, someday he be trying!Though the song of nightingale now sung by mocking birdThe coin that spins in the air will fall either on…
rose bud is waiting
for the butterfly
candles set to dance
under silent moon.
Unke rukhsar pe til bhi tha hamein kya maloom tha
Woh tou nazron se dil mein ghar kar gayi,badan per naqab tha hamein kya maloom tha.Zulfon ki golai, lab ki chashni baad mein miliDil dhadakne ka sabab itna laziz hoga hamein kya maloom tha.Aate jaate rah mein lut gaye karwan kitne,Khazane hum hi ko milenga kya maloom thaMil gayi hasrat ko muraad to “Ashi”Kitna mushkil…
Lift me up to the sky by the notes
Sing to my body and sing to my soul…A lifeless journey is becoming meaninglessLet ears be the witness that it heard flawlessBeat your drums very hard on the sadnessAnd let this mind shed all its madnessSing to my body and sing to my soul…Let the salty tears flow in rhythmLet the eyes shed its entire…
We search peace in this world
It is so near to us like the breath touching heartYet it reaches not the mindAnd our body takes a restsometimeYet being so near to our soul, it reaches notTime does not allow it to remain constantNeither we find itin happiness nor in sadnessIn how many parts it is divided we know notIf we find…
With age we play with our eyes, abuse and misuse
Without realizing once they are gone the darkness will dwell.
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Making love, dancing
is ultimate fun
If you are living peacefully
Then better get marriedYour life will take a new turnAnd you will see a purposehow to fight without any reasonand how to get engagedIn an unproductive workFighting tooth and nailJust for the namesake.The new meaning of peacewill be understood as piecesof mind and life.
dancing white lilies
the half part of moon
the shades of twilight
the whitening plays
A man called his wife for a hug
to give you a hug don’t put stressYou are a wrestler and I am a poetessI want pain in heart and in soul not in body.
The song of these birds
My ears never feel fatigue to hearAnd my mind remains in serenityगाते हुए पंछीके गीतों में एक चाशनी की लज़्ज़त हैकी कान सुनत्ते नहीं थकतेऔर दिमाग़ सुकून महसूस करता है