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Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Then Its Love For Sure…!When someone’s presence in the life
Makes you feel complete,
When heart speaks a thousand words
A language strange but sweet.
When an amorous glance
Provokes,
Countless dreams asleep,
Mind and soul refurbish
As prevails perennial bliss.
When everything perish
Only love persists
In the heart it lays,
Ensconced deep.
When a mere touch of thy lips
Can make,
Thousand roses sprout
Dancing to the tunes unknown,
Mirthful and proud,
Each offering a kiss
With its scarlet mouth…
When every glance
Rises in you,
A wish to see more & more
Then its love
Yeah! Its love
Then its love for sure.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Strolling In The Dell….!
Strolling in the dell,
One April’s shiny day
I came across a maiden
Solely dressed in gray.
Piled high above the head
Her luscious hairs sheen,
Glistening as a jewel
In the valley green.
Bedecking her face, pink
Those dainty eyes pure
At which I looked and looked again
And wished to see them more.
Holding a twig up to
Her frilly blouse fine
Standing by silently
An old tall pine.
Her florid face and rosy lips
Took all my worries away
I fixed the gaze upon her face
Her beauty made my day.
I moved to her at quickening pace
And as I drew nigh
Back she moved, bit confused
Down the cliff high.
“O Listen! Dear maid, please”
In sheer haste I said
My words dispersed in the wind
She didn’t bend her head.
I stayed there in pensive mood
Frustrated and depressed
Scowling the ugly fate I thought
How much was I unblessed.
Many a hills did I climb
And went down the slope
I thought of her while moon descend
Just to darn the hope.
Never letting it be the past
I was little obstinate
I yearned to snatch her from the blue
And to down the fate.
With every moon’s descent it got
Harder to guard the will
And never yearned defeat came
Near and nearer still.
Memories of that day, so sweet!
Lay fresh in my mind still
Exquisite as daffodils
Real beauty of those hills.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Full them with water so that they rain
And Earth thence quench its thirst,
It’s long been waiting in sheer pain
When’ll these clouds burst.
O’ Mercy put an to this
This cold & withered thing,
So that again we embrace the bliss
Of gleeful bounteous spring.
This pale & withered body cries
Yet no one comes to cure,
Few days of bliss do come nigh
But rest is to deplore.
Spring has gone & autumn rules
Had left everything so pale,
O’ Come on Mercy with thy tools
And bliss this gloomy dale.
So dumb are now skylark & thrush
No chirp we hear, no song
What’ve put them to this hush?
What with their voices wrong?
So dull & drab is life and we
Then have to live it on,
So glum is meadow and the lea
And so lifeless is fawn.
This stagnant water of the brook
Has left nothing to drink,
Thirst has captured every nook
That’s caused the throat to shrink.
Roses, Tulips died in pain
Their death this dale now mourns,
So stark do stand the stalks so plain
With no flowers but thorns.
No breeze blows but mournful surge
That makes an awful sound,
How the hope can now emerge?
When rest is in a swound.
O’ Shed thy Mercy on this vale
So that these dry clouds rain,
May taste then sweetness this gloomy dale
And live it’s life again.
And Earth thence quench its thirst,
It’s long been waiting in sheer pain
When’ll these clouds burst.
O’ Mercy put an to this
This cold & withered thing,
So that again we embrace the bliss
Of gleeful bounteous spring.
This pale & withered body cries
Yet no one comes to cure,
Few days of bliss do come nigh
But rest is to deplore.
Spring has gone & autumn rules
Had left everything so pale,
O’ Come on Mercy with thy tools
And bliss this gloomy dale.
So dumb are now skylark & thrush
No chirp we hear, no song
What’ve put them to this hush?
What with their voices wrong?
So dull & drab is life and we
Then have to live it on,
So glum is meadow and the lea
And so lifeless is fawn.
This stagnant water of the brook
Has left nothing to drink,
Thirst has captured every nook
That’s caused the throat to shrink.
Roses, Tulips died in pain
Their death this dale now mourns,
So stark do stand the stalks so plain
With no flowers but thorns.
No breeze blows but mournful surge
That makes an awful sound,
How the hope can now emerge?
When rest is in a swound.
O’ Shed thy Mercy on this vale
So that these dry clouds rain,
May taste then sweetness this gloomy dale
And live it’s life again.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Stop it…!
All the pain have I, no joy
And still seeking for pleasure
Few moments of mirth do come nigh
Yet pain comes with no measure.
Life is hard; hard to cop
When we go through lots of pain
And still we yearn this pain would stop
And be it mirth again.
I know you love me O’ my dear
Yet can’t love you in turn
Life’s become for you and me
A lesson hard to learn.
I can shout, I can stream
What difference would it make?
Whatever time comes up with
We then just have to take.
The glass is full you pour no more
Now its my life at stake
Too much of pain to endure
Stop it! For Heaven’s sake.
And still seeking for pleasure
Few moments of mirth do come nigh
Yet pain comes with no measure.
Life is hard; hard to cop
When we go through lots of pain
And still we yearn this pain would stop
And be it mirth again.
I know you love me O’ my dear
Yet can’t love you in turn
Life’s become for you and me
A lesson hard to learn.
I can shout, I can stream
What difference would it make?
Whatever time comes up with
We then just have to take.
The glass is full you pour no more
Now its my life at stake
Too much of pain to endure
Stop it! For Heaven’s sake.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
O’ you the innocent soul,
So beautiful so pure,
What my eyes love to behold
Is your beauty; a thing to adore.
The rose so delicate so red,
Bedecked with dew that shimmers
You, when smile, your cheeks glow red
Like flamboyant flower.
I yearn to hold you in my arms tight
When the sun loses its blaze.
Beside the feeble adobe
Near the field of maize.
Every you said is fresh
Like the day one
So many days between us in real
To me there is none.
When you placed your head
On my shoulders; stayed quiet
Then picked it up and saw,
In my wondering eyes,
And held my arms tight.
O’ Darling! Ye broke the ice,
Resounded your voice,
Sweet and nice
If you are near the world is mine
I can’t think to live otherwise.
O’ Darling come back soon
My days are dull and night is long
Come back, running frantically,
And prove the world wrong.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Embrace The Death…!
Blow me up
Burn me down
Cut the vein
Let the pain
Prevail again.
Take your knife
Through my skin
O’ my friend
O’ my kin.
Through my skin
O’ my friend
O’ my kin.
Let me bleed
Bleed to death
Paint the floor
Paint in red.
Make my heart
Break apart
Feel the pain
Scream, not.
Break apart
Feel the pain
Scream, not.
Lamp is shattered
Light is gone
Cloud is scattered
Mourn is on.
Close your eyes
Cut your throat
Embrace the death
Regret, not.
Cut your throat
Embrace the death
Regret, not.
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
I Miss Thy Comfort…!
You are now not with me & I
Want to skip this day
So that blessed time once more come nigh
One that has passed away.
Thy love made me often feel well
Now in my heart you dwell,
Your fragrance even in this hell
On my hands I smell.
This day will pass, bit painful though
And we’ll see the morrow,
Far away in glee we’ll go
From our sphere of sorrow.
May with patience & calmness fill
This chaotic heart of yours,
No matter how much is pain, fades away still
As time is the best of cures.
O’ You the dweller of my heart
Mirth is gone but still I do;
Cling on to that sweetest part
The one sweet part marked with you.
You are now not with me & I
Want to skip this day
So that blessed time once more come nigh
One that has passed away.
Thy love made me often feel well
Now in my heart you dwell,
Your fragrance even in this hell
On my hands I smell.
This day will pass, bit painful though
And we’ll see the morrow,
Far away in glee we’ll go
From our sphere of sorrow.
May with patience & calmness fill
This chaotic heart of yours,
No matter how much is pain, fades away still
As time is the best of cures.
O’ You the dweller of my heart
Mirth is gone but still I do;
Cling on to that sweetest part
The one sweet part marked with you.
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اس شہر بیقراں میں
Saturday, June 06, 2009
اس شہر بیقراں میں کتنے ہزار چہرے
کتنی ہزار آنکھیں
کتنی چہل پہل ہے
کیا اژدہام آدم
زندگی یہاں پر کیسے راواں دواں ہے
گلیوں میں شور و غل ہے
تو سڑکوں پہ دھواں ہے
جس جا قدم پڑے ہے
اس جا پہ روشنی ہے
اے آنکھ تو کیا ہے
تو کیوں نہ دیکھتی ہے
ایسی چہل پہل سے گوشہ نشینی بہتر
اور ایسی روشنی سے بہتر تو تیرگی ہے
کتنے ہی ہیں یہاں پر ایک وہ نہیں ہے
جسے دیکھنا بصارت ، سننا جسے سماعت
جسے چھونا لمس ہے اور
جسے پانا زندگی ہے
اس شہر بیقراں میں
چہروں کے درمیاں میں
میری آنکھیں تیرا چہرہ
اکثر ہی ڈھونڈتی ہیں
تیری یاد میرے دل سے
اک پل کو دور کیا ہے
ایسا کیا جو اس میں
میرا قصور کیا ہے۔
کتنی ہزار آنکھیں
کتنی چہل پہل ہے
کیا اژدہام آدم
زندگی یہاں پر کیسے راواں دواں ہے
گلیوں میں شور و غل ہے
تو سڑکوں پہ دھواں ہے
جس جا قدم پڑے ہے
اس جا پہ روشنی ہے
اے آنکھ تو کیا ہے
تو کیوں نہ دیکھتی ہے
ایسی چہل پہل سے گوشہ نشینی بہتر
اور ایسی روشنی سے بہتر تو تیرگی ہے
کتنے ہی ہیں یہاں پر ایک وہ نہیں ہے
جسے دیکھنا بصارت ، سننا جسے سماعت
جسے چھونا لمس ہے اور
جسے پانا زندگی ہے
اس شہر بیقراں میں
چہروں کے درمیاں میں
میری آنکھیں تیرا چہرہ
اکثر ہی ڈھونڈتی ہیں
تیری یاد میرے دل سے
اک پل کو دور کیا ہے
ایسا کیا جو اس میں
میرا قصور کیا ہے۔
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