You dead ?

Out of the slumber I amIn this oblivious world,Where I feel peeps in trance,Walking in the tune of the orders.I opened my eyes from theDeath like sleep in the nature’s lap,Resuscitated each dawn.To see from the eyes the  sun raysTo hear the ballads of the nightingleAnd how the sky changes colorFrom azure to hues of

Haq me achi batein kar jao

وقت کی معیار سے اتر جاؤ کچھ پل اپنے نام کر جاؤ .ہمسے زمانہ تو روٹھا ہے الودا سے قبل مِل کر جاؤ بدگمانی کی چادر ہٹاؤذرا ہمسے دوچار ہو جاؤ اپنے کمرے میں تنہا جو او تو احباب کے ساتھ آ جاؤ . وہ پرند ہمسے رفیق ہے اسے ‘چھ چه’ کر نہ بھگاو

Remember?

I used to look into her eyes, And kiss those beautiful eye lids, Clasped hands together tightly We would witness the sun glorifying us, We would listen to the endearing Zephyr singing ballads. The cuckoo bird welcoming us With beautiful symphonies. I told her about good tales That fairies did exist and elves did dance.

Loved ones.

//Take a moment to read and contemplate.// It’s been a long tirade of thoughts since I had seen that smile they were known for. That longing the yearning of long lost sons and daughters of soils are over. But how could someone make them understand that the winds then bring no heralds. No pigeon should

Ashes

I had only meagre affection left. That too I have used in, building a home for you for us. Alas! Which had no foundation. Eventually, I saw its annihilation. This tacit heart of mine, Stoic like a soldier is not strong enough. To prevent that collapse. Wish I can give my heart Where I once

Demure

the star rose to ineffablity, Shining almost blinding me. It does blind me almost completely. Oh, such beautiful that was As murky mirth convalescing me. A rose bloomed too in the garden Of weeds that I have. I saw periwinkle Daffodils jumping in jocund. The smell sounded bells in my heart, As some bounteous beauty

Blithe carefulness

Since the dawn the rays beaming and yelling, Epiphanies of the kind-cruel world, How the flower that bloomed was crushed ! How the periwinkle was uprooted ! The… the sparrows were poisoned and killed, The… the earthen pot was shattered , The sweetest water that I sipped Spilled and castigated on ground. Splash…splash…splash… The bitter-sweet

Delights of the periwinkle

Let me Unfold some pages of shattered pieces in lost town Flying in oblivion of unknown sky There I find in darkness of night A demure filled with kindness and love. Sometimes I wonder in remnants of my thoughts What signs that it foretells? Profusely soaking the words as i pen And in the foggy

Blue moon.

I have yet to see my blue moon, For my sky lacks even the stars. The pole star that was there Her shine dimmed by the dark clouds. It’s autumn in my world, seems like It is never ending. Ah, my sun sometimes fails to rise. It’s been all dark, even the green is not

Sailed away

Today I felt like a shattered piece of glass, something missing in me that kept haunting me. Now, my lachrymal glands have dried too. These four walls that helped me soothe are also crying, I can hear them. It’s what world has to offer me- Morsels and dead dried leaves. Those halo charm, voice and