‘I dislike this futile hunting.’
‘It’ll cut again though blunting.
Knife is a knife’, replied the wife.
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Evening Prayer
I acknowledge nature at noon that I got courage to earn my bread,I thank Her in the afternoon that I have taken my bread,I kiss nature at the dusk while travelling to home,I love the creator at night before I love my sweetheart.Embedded in the Deepest RecessWhen I surrender to love at the dawn,a crescent…
What else are the Hell even birds unwell!
Still breathing and whispering in faint voicesTerrorist is the sun extremist in his vicesDear Mother Earth! Order your eldest sons,Winds, the beloveds may join the oceansHop, soon the fighters, will take off, and intercept,The satanic old sun must be defeated,But exiled only to come back in the winterHaving learnt some affection that of a father!Karachi…
جب اپنا قصہ سناتے ہوئے کوئی بلک بلک کر رونے لگا
وہ بولا تو سب خاموش ہوئے وہ چُپ جو ہوا ایک شور مچااپنی آنكھوں کو پونچھا تو کتنی آنكھوں کو بھگونے لگاہم سب پہ کچھ نہ کچھ بیتی ہے سب کا ایک فسانہ ہےکییون ہر کوئی میلا دامن اِس بزم میں آکر دھونے لگاظالم تو سدا کا میلا ہے مظلوم بھی میلا میلا ہےانسان تو…
‘The old clock of my late grandfather
We have too much talked!We talked about our childhood,when you chased the colorful butterfliesand I chased a girl watching the attractive movementsof a growing body from the back.The buds of beautiful rose plantwith glimpses of delicate pink petalssinging the song of a promise,assuring,soon I’ll be a beautiful pink rose.’‘Let me chase the beautiful butterflies,I know…
Two in one I see together,
Meeting free of arrogance,Like color and fragrance,Of a beautiful rose,So near, so close.Sometimes I think,Their unity is a link,Between worship and duty,Love and beauty,Are His servants and friends,The world needs them and their mends.Sometimes I say,To my mortal clay,Love is beauty in itself,Put the rest on the shelf,Love and love and only love,Beauty and charms…
No Sir, I regret,
This is not the age of chivalry,When decisive was cavalry,When morale was to physical,Is as eight is to one,This is not the age of valor,No more miracles,No more wonders,In the past, battles were won,On the playing fields at Eton.This is the age of ground realities,Why not you realize,Modern wars are total wars,Bringing death and destruction,To…