Kissed what I was born to kiss,
Something I still miss.
Sang what I was born to sing,
Painted what I was born to paint,
Loved you o ye the bliss,
Something I still miss.
Played what I was born to play,
Won what I was born to win,
Proved as a man of crisis,
Something I still miss.
Lost what I was born to lose
Who can conquer the fate?
I am a slave of Nemesis!
Something I still miss.
With a smell too irritating,The spray killed the insects,But its aftereffects!Breathing problems,That annoyed me,More than the insects,The insects were killed,And I survived,But my precious life,Was reduced by,Many days!What could I do?Was it written in my fate?Is it a cycle by Him?A check,On growing population!The law of nature,Survival of the fittest,Is it still enforced?If it is…
Perfumes to perfumes,And fumes to the fumes,What’s done, is never undone.
Devil’s fussiness,Devil’s business,Control my poems bold.
In Oxford Dictionary,It is Gullism.It means being power drunk,And supported by someone strong,Damaging public property.Gullu Butt, is a political activist,Supported by the ruling political party,And was used to disturb,Demonstrations of another political party,At Lahore he was seen on TV,Breaking the window glasses,Of cars and other vehicles,He served soft beverages,Looted from broke open shops,To the police…
A shipwrecked neither happy nor so sad,I know for you I am just so, so!I never wanted to come to this lonely island,It was my fate that brought me somewhere,Not used to with the climate of this place,I came determined to adopt anything here.I see a crowd of insects and colorful butterfliesBut I never saw…
It was the Henna ceremony of my daughter.So smooth, silky and cool was its touchin the rains of Septemberthat I fell in love of its soothing greenery.Since then I have changed completelybut it is still soothing, silky and green.It silently kissed my wholeand said something to my heartin whispers of the universal language of love,I…
