Making fun of me,
And enjoying my act,
Of a foolish misdeed,
Go to hell my greed,
I hate you devil,
You are nothing but evil,
For the sake of fame,
I earned a bad name,
I painted a nude,
And that too of myself,
I made it public,
And now I regret,
What constrained me to,
Write poems on my past!
(Being inspired by a quotation of Paulo Coelho published at PH.
‘Writing is a socially acceptable form of getting naked in public’)
تم چاہے جس روپ میں ہو ہر روپ میں مجھکو لُبہاتے ہومیں اپنی آنکھیں بند کیے جب تم کو سوچنے لگتا ہوںتم پھول بنے خوشبو کو لیے دھیرے دھیرے آ جاتے ہومیں اپنی آنکھیں کھولتا ہوں آکاش پہ نظریں ڈالتا ہوںتم دھنک كے ساتوں رنگوں میں اپنا رنگ جماتے ہوجب من كے اندھیرے بڑھنے لگیں…
Not important sweetheart, how much knowledge you have,Important is application when you sow its seeds.Not important sweetheart, how nice is your belief,Important is its reflection in your day to day deeds.Not important sweetheart your outer charms,Important is attraction from inside that pleads.Not important sweetheart the smiles and joys,Important is attention to the eye that bleeds.Not…
Ground Realities The CommentBut the home for body when loves its inhabitantand a flower is sprung,that has hypnotizing colors and ecstatic odors,the hardness of this unwanted home starts softeningthe home for the body starts sharing from the home for the heart,what was reserved for the heart only.The feelings and emotions of the heart do not…
neither I was seen nor I was touched,I spoke to myself and was never heard,none of the senses ever witnessed me.Oh loneliness! You had distressed me!Burnt in the fires of my first felt pains,to extinguish the fires I desired the rains,in search of clouds I left my home,what Romans do I did in the Rome,down…
Always creating troubles and problems for me,But in the darkest moments when there is no light,Stands by with me, helps me and gets me out of the dark,Wet match box when fails to lit a candle he’s there with a spark.I loved him saying, ‘Idiot! Why you touched it with a wet hand.’When I broke…
I haven’t seen You, did not talk,May I know, where I’ll walk?The famous caliph, Haroon Rasheed,Was no doubt, a ruler in deed.And Zubaidah, his charming wife,Was his love, was his life.Once she was angry, said with spout,You are a hell-dweller, now get out.Haroon replied in anger so much,Divorce for you, if I’m such.In Islam, if…
