Loose grip of conscious, by a hard touch if it is raped,
So soft is my unconscious, it will be reshaped,
I am afraid my subconscious will suffer most,
Nightmares I may face with a terrifying ghost.
When the dawn broke it was a friend, I admire,
Sharing a pink write and promising pink dreams tonight,
Arresting the ghost who had enchanted my fairy, now free,
Smiled and hoped, pink songs, pink dances, in a pink flush light.
My key board left me alone and helpless, to cry and cry,Someone whispered from my neutron and protons,‘Though my ink has been dried but being your years old friend,To help you in this crisis, with my heart and soul, I intend.’With tears in my eyes I picked my pen kept in the drawer,In a cup…
busy in their quakes, quakes, quakes!Poverty with a sword in its right handand a cut head in its left,nationalists praising in songs a hungry land!Nature itself a duck no means for the mental shakesjust laying more eggs and quakes, quakes, quakes!Population crossing the danger red markscarcity of food and water at its climaxepidemic of hate…
Free of poison of reptilesFree for laughter and smilesIt firmly stands and it is carefree.The lizard is alive and active thereAnd poisonous hot winds we feel hereIts love to encounter hateMay it change the fate!Besides the lizard, see a bird somewhere.Listen to the song of the doveIgnore lizard for the sake of loveHer wings are…
Like a dry leaf with a pale faded face,No glory of the past, or shine or glace,I still sense waves I still reflect light,I’m still hanging on with all my might.The amorous branches that swing with joy,Stretched carefree like arms of a boy,To the singing, dancing maid of rains,Breaking the taboos and smashing the refrains,The…
Karachi kal bhi zinda rahega,Wuh to ek haseena hay,Jo nachti hay aur gati hay,Wuh phoolon ko mahkati hay,Wuh kalion ko chatkhati hay,Bhookon ko roti khilati hay,Yeh kapde bhi pehnati hay,Is mulk mein ahle ilm-o-fun,Khairat pe iski palte hayn,Toofan to aata rahta hay,Per iske sadquon ka band jo hay,Wuh itna mazboot hay peyare,Toofan ka rukh mud…
Na sone mein na chandi mein na moti mein na heeron mein,Dekho isko kaise bandhi hay is dil ki zanjeeron mein.Yeh sooraj jab bhi nikalta hay dhaki chupi wuh rahti hay,Rat mein kitne jatan ke bad dheere dheere khulti hay,Bas mere liye wuh roti hay bas mere liye wuh hansti hay,Han main usper marta hoon…
