One who flied like clouds!
One who rained like showers!
One who sprung like flowers!
He was an umbrella for you!
In the suns and in the rains,
It’s his portrait static and silent,
He expired with all his worth,
And buried in motherly depth!
With a bitter smile on tears,
Yes, the dust on the portrait,
His sigh could not blow,
He can see from skies.
Your tears were lies!
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Khudshanasi khuda shanasi hay,
Phir muhanbbat ki yad aai hay,Jazba taza hay rooh basi hay.Phir dhamaka huwa hay jane kahan,Har taraf chayee ek udasi hay.Log lashon ko raundte bhage,Badhawasi si badhawasi hay.Khudkushi, qatl, Jannaton ki talab?Bat choti si hay zara si hay.!
I am a solute,
and I have been dissolvedin a solvent,your love.The solution has been fermented.It’s a red wine now.Come on sweetheart,let us cheer each other,we are not lost yetlet us share the drinkto become ecstaticand to remain unawareof the moment of losswhen we are really lost.
I told her my friendship is colourless,
or you may add a colour of your choice,she didn’t speak,or I could not listen to her eyes,but there was a voice,and my heart vibrated with its waves,I closed my eyes and when opened it,there was an enveloping rainbow,refracted by the naughty sun,on the skies to rule the days.When the procession of starsdeclared departure of…
Zidigi ay zindigi tujhse main ukta geya,
Apnon ne ayse dukh diye jinka beyan mumkin nahin,Keya kahoon kisse kahun keya kho geya keya pa geya.Keya bataoon reza reza hoke keyun bikhra hoon main,Main khud apne aap se ghabra geya takra geya.Tujhko kho kar yun laga shayed khuda bhi kho geya,Tujhko pakar yun laga tha main khuda ko pa geya.Phool kante bun gaye…
I looked at the hair clip
fighting with windsthat like the shining hairsattempting again and againto touch the rosy cheeks.I love those hairs scattered on my shouldersbut when they scatter on her cheeksand crawl to her lips in a naughty moodI am jealous.I think I should redress her hairsso that they may fail to materialize their naught.But how?I should pluck a…
I am proud of being in love of a sexy lady,
Still she looks like a teen aged virgin,With flowers in smiles and pearls in tears!Although Milton was blind but he felt her beauty,In romantic era of Queen Elizabeth the First,Shakespeare passed many lovely nights with her,Beautiful clay still pregnant with the poet’s outburst!I confess I read her private diary,Found many great names like Shelley and…