Winter Rain

Walking past the memories of thy garden,

The thick fog, the sighs and the bleakness of the night,

I complain to the stars.

Dew appears on my pot plant,

Sob its petals,

A companion's reply.


Dear stars, winter rain cometh?

A conduit to your Soul

It’s all in your eyes,

I was once assured.

A smile isn't genuine,

Unless the eyes confirm.

The words mean nothing,

Unless the eyes affirm.

It’s all in your eyes,

Eternity stored.

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!حادثاتی تھا......... مسکرا دیجیے، سو مسکرادیے  

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,اس تصویر میں..... یہ آپکی..... دل کش..... پر نور آنکھیں 
!روز بے قرار کرتی ہیں تاریک شب میں، سہارا ہی سہی 
,وہ آخری مراسلہ، یہ برشگالی دو مہینے

!وعدے پہ آپکے ہی تو ناخداۓ سفر ہوے

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                !عُمر بھر دھوپ لپیٹے رہے اپنے تن پر
ہم سے پہنی نہ گئی, اُس کی اُتاری ہُوئی شام

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Rhyme or Reason

Torn right open,
in despair.
Stitched and scarred,
and still I care.
All those hugs that lit the flare,

shouldn't have caused to make us dare?
Melancholic tides about to drown me here,
you go make love with your cowardly hare! 

Survival Jeopardised.

One look from you,
and I plunged into,
an ocean of chaos 
and enigma.
It was a sweet kind of drowning,
the sort,
humans seldom survived.

You ought to come!

You ought to come. 
I waited and waited, 
till the golden fish got tired of swimming 
and slumped to the bottom of the pond; 
till the walls got tired 
of the chiming of the clock, 
and cracked; 
till the sun melted on the street, 
and sky turned pinkish gray with lava; 
till the cataclysm broke loose, 
and the world fell to pieces; 
till the face turned crimson 
and eyes moistened red; 
till there was a trail of the tears 
flowing into the sea of agony, 
that was beyond any one to stop- 
not even the angels. 
And then there was the deep blue silence , 
only to be broken by my sighs and sobs. 
You ought to come.

A Ray of Hope from the Stark Bleakness of a Shabby Heart

I am reading,
The magic,
And it's true,
When sadness wants to creep in,
Or anxieties,
I go to my thank you notes,
That book a must read!

(22/11/13)

I have wasted my words...

I have wasted my words,
Useful and meaningful words,
No remorse but atonement.
A mistake made people deplete;
A mistake i ought to repeat!

(22/11/13)

Play me as a toy!

Play me as a toy,
Why would i ever complain?
I would be finally off the shelf; 
out of the mint box,
Be one your gleeful childhood memories,
Until you get hold of that precious toy, 
You have been longing for,
Until then,
play me as a toy.

(3/12/13)