With age we play with our eyes, abuse and misuse
Without realizing once they are gone the darkness will dwell.
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lined up at saloon
but feet are wiserthey take for window shoppinglike pigeon returning home
On the edge of your heart,
Staring assiduously to get noticed,Defying the security of firewalls.Some burning scars are valor hanging aroundBeaming in my hope’s pupilTrying to break free the fences.The shimmering eyes hangs on the luminous treeTaming fireflies to fill up the gapThe secret box inside my mindTrying in futility to impress your heartLet the sun of my smile attractYour sunflower…
All my love letters
release them to fly
Ek Rihaayi ke baad rooh aur jism juda ho jaynge,
Faisla hoga jab Arsh pe Qayamat ke dinDekhna us din kaun giraft mein hote hainaur kitne rihaa ho jayenge
You are a pot of love
You are the waves of the oceanI am a mountain rockYou are the raindropsAnd I am the barren landYou are rays of hopeI am waiting for an opportunityYou are sacred pearlI am an empty shellYou are a dream of the millionsI am the truth of noneYou are the center of attractionI am a corner of…
candles set to dance
under silent moon.
With age we play with our eyes, abuse and misuse
Without realizing once they are gone the darkness will dwell.
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season’s first bluebird
a farmer’s delight
You cut my thoughts into pieces,
Mince ideas with wishesTest my patience with persistence…I like the way you serve me with menuWith every opportunity there is an avenueYou make me slog for revenueFinally reward with retinueYour toughest dish is meditationIt removes hearts’ hesitationIt takes courage and determinationTo acknowledge power of omnipotentSometime you in lighter facetCook some special dish for occasionWe care…
We say we did it
And we say we will do itBut in real sense we are notDid we delivered the message of LoveDid we delivered the message of brotherhoodNo we did not do it in true senseHad we done that, no brotherWould have suffered destitutionNo brother would have become refugeeNo one would have suffered the warsMessage is not to…
I don’t have parachute still dare to jump from sky
I know I am mortal still dare to live a lifeHis trust on me as human is my real dare and trail.
मेरे औसत कद पर न जाना
लेकिन मैं और वो सभी जो इन टांगोंसे वाक़िफ़ हैं भली भाति समझ जायेंगेऐसा इसलिए कि ये मेरी टाँग है औरजो एक बार उलझ गया उसका ऊपरवाला हाफ़िज़ हैमुझे याद नहीं पड़ता के ये कब, कहाँ और कैसे शुरू हुआपर हाँ शायद ही कोई एसा मसला हो जोइन टांगों से बच कर गुज़रा होगकोई बात…
चोट लगती रही ज़ख्म खाते रहे
दाग़ लगने दिए न बुराई के हमदामन अपना सदा ही बचाते रहेमुश्किलों से भी तो हमने खेला कियादर्द को भी तो अपने दबाते रहेआप की बेरुखी से न बेचैन हुएचैन से आपको भी मनाते रहेसोच अपनी जहाँ से मुख़तलिफ़ ही सहीमुत्तफ़िक़ी के सबक हम सीखते रहेचोट लगती रही ज़ख्म खाते रहेज़िन्दगी के मज़े भी उठाते…