They say he is an agent of your agencies,
A POW when got back is interrogated and kept under observation,
the rival fighting force might have brain washed him,
a lot of money is offered, even sex workers are used,
if he was your agent be sure he is still your agent,
and he has not been changed in your enemy’s agent.
Is he a double cross agent, I do not know,
but I know that he has put the world on the crater of a volcano!
Karachi cannot surviveas an independent and sovereign state.Those who believe Karachiwill be liberated from Pakistanare living in a fool’s paradise.Read history,disintegration bringssome ad hock reliefs,with a lot of killings,but in the long run,miseries for the people,who become a puppetin the hands of selfish politicians.And what of Karachi,If Pakistan is further disintegrated,we’ll see a few chess…
She is still singing the song of hopeto keep love alive.She is a believerand she believesone day nature with air and moisturewill make the grills rusty.Grills will be brokenand love will set free.Love!That was created to rule a gardenwhere there are colors and aroma of flowersbut there are no swords.Love!That was defeated in a war…
one in the right hand and the other in left,my right hand painted bitter facts of lifeand the left painted fantasies and dreams,as there was only one canvas,the painting became wide open for the viewers.Love how naughty you are!Like a beautiful girl of sweet sixteen,you always shew fantasies and dreams to my heart.Now I am…
میں سوچتا ہوں میرے گھر کے ڈراينگ روم میںسنگ مرمر میںڈھلی آرائش ایکجو شايد ایک مسجد کا ماڈل ہےاس ماڈل میں حسن بھی ہےاسمیں کتنی رعنائ ہےپھر خبریں آتی ہیں مہمند سےکتنے جوان زخمی ہوۓکتنے بچے یتیم ہوۓعورتیں کتنی بیوا ہوئںکتنے بوڑھوں کا اکلوتا سہارہآج انکو تنہا چھوڑ گیامیں اس ماڈل سے پوچھتا ہوںتجھ میں…
the color entered in me.I saw an aroma that hypnotized my nostrilsI brought my nostrils too close to it,the aroma entered in me.I saw pink delicacy that mesmerized my lipsI brought my lips too close to it,the delicacy entered in me,I then listened to a melody coming from my insideI brought my ears too close…
A simple language, understood without any strain,I moved to another page, still I am chased.The feelings and the sentiments,Of a girl and her maiden kiss,A long awaited pleasant bliss,Decorating her face with ornaments.It’s not only she,I have enjoyed this kiss,Lucky enough, did not miss,It’s a poem for you, it’s a poem for me.
