words I have….. 

words I have to say lurking in the greyest matter of the brain.

To be me is the toughest task I take.

For the people it may seem wary, but I hide through my smile a longing unfathomable to be deciphered.

To my lonely self I speak for he is complaining to myself to complement himself through me.

Sure time ticks making present as moments and as it goes it devours each cell to senescence.

A withering nature of human reminds us each day can be the last, each micro second can be the last one.

People appear and disappear like fruits growing and it fall away.

A need,  a sense of belonging is infinitesimally small if its equated with time.

Thrown away books smile in the tears and as silver fishes turn it into dust, each says ‘ just for one bad chapter you had thrown me away’.

Your nature as stubborn and ignoble it can be lastly it breaks your spinal of your identity.

A word I have to say lurking in the greyest  matter of the brain. 

Alas, 


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True love…  (poem) 

Telling you an awesome tale,

Of a boy who lives and search his bays.

happiness he spread with no hatred. 

And spent his days with his chosen  friends, 

Smiling and sharing gleeful  tales. 

He grew up with principles and fables, learnt. 

And met and made new friends with group of boys and girls. 

One such among took his heart, 

And he fell for her, as if he got ensnarled. 

He helped and glued with her,

But his Adhesive were so pale.

An another boy took his love

So far in stinted fane,

She did not realise, and followed,

For the boy looked in aghast shallow.

He spent days and nights sinking in the thoughts,

For actually,  what went wrong!

The relinquishing remarks he made,

This wasn’t his love, and it’s a mistake. ..

He went forth treading his paths

Becoming what he desires,

And engrossing the thing he admire,.

He sat one day, and thought for his love.

Tears formed in his eyes and dried

As his comrades can infer.

All his days passed like a unquenchable thirst…

‘All I did,  was only for her return..

A piece of my heart is still with her..

Alas, my remorse can never discern.’

He grew and grew and grew old.

His might and strength and body senescenced,
A parchment paper appears and says,

‘The love you craved has died,

The girl once you  loved, has realised’

For her hearts beated for him,

Craving to returned to her  vortex

But alas! everything were too late.

His thirst quenched with the ink,

As it disappears with the tears in every winks.

And closed his eyes with a smile

And saw his love talking to him, again

Taking him to the  magnificent realm of sane.

Aquib khan .

Just an extra pic. 

Read a similar poem A Love Story(poem)

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A song. Peace. #Stayignited

(A view from my classroom)


Take wide steps, be the change 

Don’t be afraid, break the cage. 

Arise awake for life is at stake. 

Every moment is meaningful

Every hardship is a test. 


Born like a hero 

Grown up like a king

Into the world full of extreme.

Making in, our way seem difficult

Strugglin’,  fighting for our place,

Not givin’ in,   drawn from our place.
People hurdlin’, puttin’ the stones,

Exploiting and jarrin’ on their own

Like the six hundred, we marchin’ in,

Like the spartan, we blowin’ in,

Like the Hamzah, we roarin in.

Like the football, they kickin’ us,

Like the Mountains, we standin’ in

Nobody’s game, why you botherin’ in

Mind your roads, you can’t win over us,

We are made from the water, flowin’ in

Silly souls, take a back, we kickin’ in.

We have joined hands, bondin’ in.

Let free all the captives, we come in

Take your arms back, we disarmin’ in.

We are together, peace is flowin’ in

We are together, peace is flowin’ in.

A not so good bard

Aquib Khan.

Keep smiling. 

Also read,

ballad on love(fading) 

ballad of the wall. 

betrayal song. 

The story (monologue part 1)

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Beloved. 

1.

With the sweet words

And the smile on the face

Accolades for everyone

Withering each day,

From the dusk to dawn

Hearing the bursting of cloud

With the flash of thunderstorm

Waiting each day for the rain

To the sweet face, drenching it wet

Seeing their gates wide open

Smiling each day, for the drops to come.

2

Standing at the station

Watching the train stops.

Yearning for my dear to appear.

With all the whistling vanishing

the platform got cleared.
3

Walking like an agitated stoic soul

To the jungle of beast kinship

Getting weak by its dementor

Until, a glowing  sweet soul,

With eyes wide glancing,.

Like an apparition so high but so nigh

Calling to the awaited fane..

Giving me the cup free of frivolity

Free of all ill taint.

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here I am. (Main hoon na) 

the story (poem Part1). 
betrayal song. 
ping pong blog #funnyblogs 
 

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Song on Love, true love. 

#poem #life



Standing among horde, 

      Watching others sipping the                  sauce. 

Gleaming and glowing yearning for thee, 

       My eyes searching, the horizon,        a glimse to see. 



Walking crushing the golden leaves 

       Along these passers by, 

Kept looking for you. 

       There is no sign I can find. 


Sat on the side of the aisle, 

       Where, the light of our love                 began.

Watching the same sun, I smile, 

      Witnessing the heart it shines. 


Timing the time, 

     Soothing my eyes 

From dusk to dawn, 

     Still, no sign I can find. 


My love where you stay? 

     Don’t believe you betray. 

The rose I hold. 

     Delicate petals fall away. 


Sun, leaving, as it setting, 


     Began to move, astounding 

Heard the voice, I chose to stay, 

   Said “oh, hey” 



This was the last meeting 

The rose withered with the time fleeting. 

For I believe “no true love, that exists” 

This world’s runs, runnels and runs  veins, 

With it flows the bane. 

Like the bird,  the nightangle

The rose of her blood, crimsoned in red. 

Got thrown away, on bed

Where the cart wheel ran away. 

The silver and gold triumph 

The bird’s rose bleed on the road. 





Aquib Khan. 

Love for me is like a butterfly, I just have to stand still, and it would come to me. 



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Transitory dimension)(poem) most recent

lost love. 


betrayal song. 


Etc

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