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

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

Adieu

I failed you each time you called me, Time’s has its own way and I submit to him, It’s unlikely that I will win. So why do have you halted yourself? It’s time for you leave and leave!. I don’t have words now. How can a small box carry a big one? You ought to

A black Rose. (Collaboration)

Furtive motive travailed in a labyrinth, Onto a assortment of delicate tender petals, What mortals desired in inundating taints In their futile attempts they lost in nature. … Dark close alleys Suppressing passionate whirlpool. Binds the soul forever What tries to unshackle it’s core And falls in the endless black depth. Untold petals, crushed in

The day.

Stones where I rested my back on, Are contemptuously jinxing me. Sporadic Spasm in my muscles, The poison does not disintegrate. The arrows in my bivouacing sky, still lingers in my grimy eyes. . . . Ah! My gallant derides sans sanity, I raged in the skeptic night, Non-convalescent and acrimonious. I incercerated in the

Ground.

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An unknown niche. (Poem).

I can see stars falling from the sky Slowly but eventually. I always wanted them to be there to emblish the sky, but Alas!! . Seeing my thoughts falling apart, Pieces by pieces, slowly withering away. . My puerile attempt for the smile, sublimed, Reminding me that i was just a sovereign solivagant. And nobody

Glitter but not gold. (Poem)

Somewhere sometimes In the midst of solitary night , Where the darkness seemed, To pinch, I stood there, ’cause I like the comauflaging night. Where it blankets me beautifully. . Street lamps there it stood with, Shimmery pale light; yellow, It harboured insects for a night And in dawn lied dead, parallel. It wasn’t moon;

The long lost wind.

  The long lost wind when it comes submerges the gloom, Had been left in the corner of disdain Left with pure and pristine vigour Only when it comes it shows its face. . No fear it has nor it dies in emphatic rides, Nor it sees sad faces nor wears it as gay. It

Urdu poetry

Tere sang beetaaye do pal, Wo khushiyo ke sidhane, Khusqismat na  tha, Auro ki tarah, jise gale se lagaya, Qabil na samjha khud ko kabhi Tanha safar tha, Isko do kadam tere sath chalne ka, Mano Tinkay ka sahara mil gya. Aarzoo buland na thi, Teri muskurahat ne Iska karz ada kardiya, Yeh safar tha