My body or my soul,
Who is playing foul?
I don’t know who’s going to split!
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His fore finger was once again
The Fidel listened to the same old voice‘Who is there? ‘‘It’s me, but the doors are locked.’She opened the door and came out.A girl in her teens!He wonders,what has happened in the last twenty years?When last time his fore finger was on the same button,He heard some other words.‘Who is there? ‘‘It’s me.’‘Please come in…
یقین آتا نہیں پھر بھی یقیں پر اپنے نازاں ہوں
کوئی ان سا حَسیں اب تک نہیں پایا زمانوں نےنہیں دیکھا کبھی ان کو مگر میں رشکِ ایماں ہوںمیراییمان ہے ان سا نہ آیا ہے نہ آئے گاسبھی کو دوست رکھتا ہوں مگر سب سے گریزاں ہوںہر اک دَر سے میں خوش آیا تبسم لے كے لوٹا ہوںوہ دَر بس ایک ہے جس کے لئے…
I am not with you,
I can’t look at you,and you cannot see,still there is water in the rivers,That flow from up countries to the Arabian Sea.None else can feel but the stone you thrown,and the wave of affection you elongated,has arrived and touched me.I am not with you,you are not with me,I can’t look at you,and you cannot see,yet…
Let me look for it on the graves
let me look for it in the curves and curlsof my loving beloved who shared my dayswhether good or bad, firmly standing by me,let me look for it on the faces of my caring daughterslet me look for it in fatigues of my hard working son.Where has gone my pleasant smile?And then my youngest granddaughterwho…
Spending whole life to research on fairies,
Meanwhile, lover in her arms,Raised many more new storms,The scholar was back in his libraries.
Nice to watch the music may it be vocal or instrumental,
It refreshes the heavenly waves vibrating our nerves,For the tired brains it’s a lovely and soothing entertainment.If lost or delayed for some time it may be regained,But why not to be soothed, peaceful and entertained?Yes, by a beautiful bird who has made a nest of dreams,And has laid her eggs in response to nature’s millions…