And if a thousand miles
separate us,
I am happy,
That we know each other.
Because you're one of those kinds of humans
One can never forget -
because you are something special!!
For Pierre ;)
Your Warmth...
I was down
And you come in
You give me your warmth
Your love, your passion
You made me stand up
You made me return to life
Your warmth was more than
An experience
It was a feel to connect with
Something heavenly,
I feel absolutely awesome
Your warmth made me go happy
I am enjoying every part of life
Every breathe is now warmer and soft
I forgot why i was down
Or Did I?
I was down for all that time,
I was shivering with the hands of no pen
One hand had pen other had pain
I was just all by myself cold and bold
Where was your warmth,
When I was shattered on the floor
Nothing to grab all to loose
Where was your warmth
When i needed my breath to stay
Where was your warmth
When i was breaking my dreams
Where was it when
I was laughing at myself for you
Where was your warmth
When i was me for you before you...
When i was me....
What a disgrace, this prison of rules.
Blood is red yet never only red.
I remember a sad face from the past.
Did something happen? No… nothing happened.
They were assembled in a single line;
the world does not hold this many saints.
Your grace lies in your words, darling.
Gestures are not your only forte.
I am lost in such an evening.
Someone roams alone— am I that someone?
They stand still, like walls.
It was wrong to speak, yet nothing was said at all.
That single sound began an emotional marathon.
Is it them you see—or all of them contained within you?
She was about to adorn memory’s wings,
She would conjure the most wondrous things.
This life has shrunk to a mere fleeting trace,
It was meant for a journey of much grander grace.
She sold her sleep to buy herself dreams,
She who even in dreaming slept, or so it seems.
She who can never return was once a part,
That dwelt in the corner of my heart.
In longing and desire’s yearning embrace,
Her innocent light was fading from grace.
What comfort remains in pain now that she’s gone away,
She who once wept so softly is lost in dismay.
In the bird’s eye glistens sorrow and tears,
The hunter’s gun will soon sleep for endless years.
The storm in soul or sea is one
it whispers balance - already done.
everything ever loved, feared or lost,
all carried by same wave tossed.
ISHQ-E-VAFA
ISHQ-E-VAFA KE BADLE, HUMKO KYA MILA?
ISHQ-E-ZAFA KE BADLE, TUMKO KYA MILA?
HUM NAHIN TERE SAR-E-TAJ KE GHAFIL,
TERI RUSDO-AGAHI MEIN HUMKO SALIKA MILA.
ISHQ-E-RUSWA KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZAKHM MILA,
ISHQ-E-FANA KE BADLE, TUMHEIN BAKA MILA.
HUM NAHIN HAIN TERE SHOKH-E-ISHQ KE BANDE,
TERE RAH-E-SHOKH MEIN HUMEIN PATTHAR MILA.
SHARM-O-HAYA KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZILLAT MILA,
SHOKH-E-BEZAR KE BADLE, TUMHEIN ETIMAAD MILA.
HUM NAHIN TERE UMEED-E-FAZA KE KHILONE,
TERE FIRAAQ-E-ISHQ MEIN HUMEIN RAFTAAB MILA.
DIL-E-RUBABIYAT KE BADLE, HUMEIN RANJ MILA,
DIL-E-SHOR KE BADLE, TUMHEIN SUKOON MILA.
“RAHEMAN” SADA HAI RAFTAAB-E-HAQEEQAT PE,
TERE RAFTAAB-E-BATIL MEIN HUMEIN HAQ MILA.
RAAH-E-GULSHAN KE BADLE, HUMEIN ZEHAR MILA,
ZAKHM-O-ZAFA KE BADLE, TUMHEIN HAYA MILA.
RAHEMAN AB NAHIN RAHA MUHAJIR BANKAR,
TERE ISHQ-E-FIRAAQ MEIN HUMEIN AAINA MILA.
Shayari bunne waali zubaan,
Ab formulas ratte hain.
Kaagazon mein apna dil behlaane waale haath,
Ab projects likhte hain.
Jo dill azzad udd, kitaabe likhte the,
Aaj wahi kitaabon ke bojh tale dabe hain.
Jo aankhein sapne dekhna ko bane the,
Ab raat raat undekhe sapnon ke liye jaagte hain.
Jo pair duniyaa dekhne ko taraste the,
Ab classes se tuitions tak ke chakkar kaantein hain.
Fankaar toh kayi aaye aur chale gaye
Kayi sayariyaan suni unsuni reh gayi
Kayi kahaaniyan kahi unkahi reh gayu
Kayi gaane apni awaaj tak naa dhoond paaye.
Kuch samaajh ke bojh tale dab gaye
Kuch kitaabon ke bojh tale.
Par bhala kyun kisse koi farak pare
Fankaaron ki kadra kyun kare,
Akhir...
"Sharma ji ke bete ko 98% aaye hain"
Bas yuhi sapne dab gaye
Yuhi zindagiyaan katt gayi.
Kayi baatein unkahi reh gayi
Kayi sapne undekhe reh gaye.
Sarkaari naukari ka zamana hain sahab,
Yaha dil ki baatein nahi, dil ka ilaaj hota hain.
Amirron ka zamana hain, meri jaan,
Yaha sapnon ke peeche nahi bhaagte,
sapne khareede jaate hain.
Bhalaa kyun kisse koi farak pare
Fankaaron ki kadra kyun kare
Abbu Naat.
1- Mehke Mehke Nabi ka Dayar Mehke..
Unki Galiyon ke Gardo Ghubar Mehke.
2- Unka Darbar Firdous Se kam nahi.
Unke Gulshan me ayi bahar mehke.
3- Khil uthe phool aqa ki khushbu liye.
Ho gayi Sar zamin lalazaar mehke.
4- kya pasina hai ye mere sarkaar ka.
Har taraf Taiba me sarkaar mehke.
5- Allah Allah dekho Subhan Allah.
Dekho Taiba ke Saare bazaar Mehke.
6- Narm dil khush ada pur Muhabbat khuloos.
Taiba walon ke seeno se pyaar mehke.
7- Unka husno jamal sarwakad khaddo khaul
Mere mehboob hai zar nigar mehke.
8- Raushni Raushni khushbuye khushbuye, unke dam se hai "Sajid" sansaar mehke.
"Aankhein aesi, jaise aakash ganga mein behte taarein.
(Eyes rivalling the river of stars in the sky)
Muskaan aesi, maano suraj ki kirano ko bunn ke banaye.
(A smile spun from the rays of the sun)
Aawaj aesi jaise tarakhti dhoop mein chhaaon mein chalti hawaayein.
(A voice as soothing as a breeze in scorching summer)
Tera saath aesa, jaise andheri raahon mein chand ki halki roshni ka sahara.
(Presence reminding of the gentle moon light, guiding through dark routes)
Tera choo jana manno rab ki duayein"
(Your touch, so divine/ your touch feels like a blessing from the divine)
Teri gair maijudgi karde mujhe bheer mein akela
(Your absence makes me feel alone in the crowd)
Tera rona karde mere dill ko beshara
(Your tears hits me with a wave of helplessness)
Zindagi meri rahe ya na rahe...bas tu mere saath rahe
(Cant translate this one. Sorry)
Bas itni si hain is dill ki ye dua
Bas itni si hain is dill ki ye dua...
“The octopus’ tender tentacles tinkled like pomegranate bells ---"
Cut, Cut Cut! What the 'H' are you talking about?
‘Tender tentacles of an octopus tinkling.’ Have you gone mad, Max?
Try again now. Remember this is a H-O-R-R-O-R flick, ok?
Roll ‘em, Madman…
The sugary-sweet sensation of the syncopation of the sonata of the vivacious
vulture ---”
Cut, Cut, Cut! You HAVE flipped, haven’t you, man?
O, yes. For joy. For joy. And, of course, the spread of culture...
And I appreciate the honorificabilitudinitatibus, Dan.
_________________________________________________________
The Gandaberunda is a legendary two-headed bird in Hindu mythology.
That long word in the last line means: 'the state of being able to achieve
honors.'
And then, I broke my pen,
Left a poem undone again.
The path was clear, the goal was near,
Yet, I turned away in silent fear.
She once said, "This isn’t fate,
I’m not the one; it’s far too late.
You’re so kind, my closest friend."
And so, my kindness met its end.
I shed my light, embraced the night,
Turned my wrongs into my right.
Destroyed myself with careless hands,
Shattered dreams like broken strands.
I lost my joy, I lost my way,
I let my heart just fade away.
What’s a body but mere disguise,
When pain and sorrow fill the eyes?
Then one day, a thought struck me,
"Why did you choose this misery?"
The joy of dressing up with pride,
The endless laughs I used to hide.
The playful fights, the silly fun,
The careless days spent in the sun.
The half-told tales, the twisted dreams,
The stolen moments, whispered schemes.
The teasing words, the mother’s care,
The love I thought would always be there.
I left it all in just one breath,
And drowned myself in living death.
Yes... I broke my pen.
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For your sake, this heart that isn't even close to me, I shall make it yours.
If you come and reside within me, I shall turn that very heart into a temple.
Weaving a swing from your dreams, I shall rock you upon it from dawn to dusk.
But who am I in front of you? For you, I shall lose myself completely.
If the stars refuse to befriend me, I shall steal them from the moon and name them after you.
Even if you wish to walk upon a withered graveyard, I shall bloom into flowers along your path.
And if you wish to sleep but find no cover, I shall spread my body as the softest blanket for you.
Tere khatir yeh dil jo mere hi kareeb nahi, use bhi apna loon
Tu jo aake bas jaye mujhme, ussi dil ko mandir bana loon
Khwabon ke tere jhoola bana kar, sawere shaam tujhe uspe jhula doon
Khair tere saamne main hoon bhi kya, tere khatir main khud ko gawa doon
Taare jo naa dost ho mere, chaand se unhe chura ke tere naam kar doon
Murjhe kabristan pe tu chalna bhi chaahe, toh main tere raaston main phool ban jaun
Tu sona chahe agar aur chadar na mile kahi, mere jism se tujhe narm chadar bichaa jaun
Manzil kya hai
Unka Nazar aana manzil hai ya
Unke nazaron main kho Jana manzil hai
Unke nazron se nazren milana manzil hai ya
Unki nazariya samajhna manzil hai
What is the destination?
Is merely seeing them the destination,
Or is losing yourself in their gaze the true destination?
Is meeting their eyes the destination,
Or is understanding their perspective the real destination?
Rainbow like flag emerged
Children born surrounded by waterless planets
World shifting to countries without borders
Long live the republic!
Children grows to be adams and eves
Clouds of not readily mixed oxygen and hydrogen unyielding rain
World shifting to countries without borders
Long live the republic!
Those born end up dying
Earth dries to dead earth
World shifting to countries without borders
Long live the republic!
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