Blades of grass

“My view looking at the glass changed

Nothing changed from the yesteryears where did I scream

What would it be to called as free.

Wonders did life in treating me well

Bad to worst 

Worst to hateful

I was too young to understand the scream

So I took the time and I being going on”

Life has always been faithful to those who bow down to actuality.

Remembering something

” Woh tarz-e-ishq farmate rahai aur hum 

Unki ankho Mai ansoo dekhte Rahe 

Kya is shidat wali Reh guzar Mai 

Ek insaan ki MAUT hai 

Kya MAUT azaab hai ki rehayi

Waqt Allah he tha , Rahe GA par ashiq aur 

Ashiqi na rahegi”

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