Khuloos-e-Dil

Khuloos e dil se jo mai uska naam leta ho,
Vohi toh lazzat e umr e dawaam hojata ho,
Khuda ke bandon suno ghaur se Khuda ki qasam,
uska naam to farishto ko thaam leta hai,

Kitnay teer unki Nigaahon ke utaaroon dil mein,
Deeda e shauq ne daala hai ajab mushkil mein,
Tu hi Tu hai mere ehsaas ki har manzil mein,
Jiska jo hota hai rakhta hai ussi se nisbat,
Meray Maula mujhe yaad uski har ik mushkil mein
Unki Saim hai miladat ki jagah Haram e Kaba,
aankh kholi toh Chehra e Muhammad dekha,
Noor e Tanveer hai wohi
Badr e Muneer hai wohi

lafz

ham to raat kā matlab samjhen ḳhawb, sitare, chand, chirag

aage ka ah-val vo jaane jis ne raat guzari ho

vo ham nahi the to phir kaun tha sar-e-bazar

jo keh raha tha ki bik na hamen gavara nahin

ye ilm ka sauda ye risale ye kitaben

ik shaḳhs ki yadon ko bhulane ke liye hain

kaun is ghar ki dekh-bhal kare

roz ik chiz Tut jaati hai

kisi ko ghar se nikalte hi mil gai manzil

koi hamari tarah umar bhar safar me raha

jo chup-chap rahti thi divar par

vo tasvir baten banane lagi

aadam ka jism jab ki anasir se mil bana

kuchh aag bach rahi thi so ashiq ka dil bana

dil de to is mizaz ka parvardigar de

jo ranj ki ghadi bhi ḳhushi se guzar de

ham ne sine se lagaya dil na apna ban saka

muskura kar tum ne dekha dil tumhara ho gaya

di na tune maut ae hoor zaat

mangta reh gaya woh ladka tera saat..

 

Oh Little Bird

In your love

My days and nights are lost

I want to embrace you

While crossing river of love I am struggling

Lead me to the shore , my dear love

Shadow of yours have left me dead.

Secrets shouldn’t be revealed

To the compassionate

Why reveal it to the impassive

Oh keeper of my secrets pour some love in her

Oh little bird

Would you get  caged with me till death

I am trying to break

This rattling cage alone.

Brood

In the Garden of Remembrance

where there is only Beleaguer

Chatoyant her eyes where

Desuetude was in his eyes

Dissemble was in his fate

Emollient he thought she will be

Erstwhile he had given his all

Fetching was her face

Gambol were their fates

Halcyon they where for some time

Imbue was the situation 

Lagniappe was the boy

Moiety should have been now

Opulent was his life ,none left

Panoply of pain was he enduring

Redolent he seeked  in every corner they met

Ripple of her mysteries came

Talisman wasn’t left in him

Wherewithal sadness knocked 

Death he begged for

Died and never forgiven.

River of Sudden pain

holding on to the river of sudden pain
looking back thinking there is no gain
My mind swirls, I feel light headed as I stare at its flowing waters

I sit here on the banks of the river
with my broken heart that shivers
My life is fragile
but his isnt anymore agile
And I fear to cross alone
My river is on fire
And I fear I shall slip into its waters
The lining of my coat is soaked in the waters.
but still its night full of fire’s.

Wait and Patience.

These are two different words related to a single origin TIME but precure two different meanings yet emotions included.

Wait : defines time entity with no hope of dealing further ,it has no meaning.

While patience is a term full of love and self sacrifice.

Blue Scarf

it was just yesterday
i felt the pain again in better ways
words are lost in their own meanings
i think my own heart is leaning,

love they used to call
may be this was the time i will fall
the love in blue scarf

First signature

Well it was the last of the days where I had to see her. She was occupied by people around her ,they made it quite busy else I have full faith once in a wildest thought it would have that I have to write some where else too.

I understand the neglection she is showing towards me but yet it can’t help anyway anymore, as I have became her.

Well true. New phase of life a thrust if being a taboo to yourself and to mine existence too.

But yet I wasn’t that lucky I loved her deep down, she wanted to see a changed person within me 

No ego ,

No arrogance

No attitude etc etc

Well fight has began of 
“Torn and can subject the life

Dead and decayed is all to site.

Unseenia she called herself

Never told he became.”

They Say Journey Will Be Fine,

Days of forgotten me has delivered more attraction towards words,indeed they are aversive to her thinking but yet written for her and having faith on she reading this,

eyes bestow on her

religion and life never grown

burning soul and shadow left gone,

breaking hearts took me to the world of her

air shook’ed away the life in us

every scream you for takes till dawn.

Bleed

Every tear he cried 

Every  blood drop he shed,

Every plea he made

Everytime he begged,

Can you die for me has always been a question of ask to every single person who believes he is in love,

Yet Can you live for me should be a question to ask I suppose just not it shows you

What you really are

Who you really become

What you really want,

For example ,we dry our body by pain to an extend where it surely will dissolve the anniexty with in you.

But when it comes to handling the pain to a level where you don’t define yourself

How could you bearly breath when your whole life is choking

Messed up she said

Death he craved,

At times situation turns out to be out worst if you don’t speak, usually past defines you by the name of either as a gambler or a mercenary !

What about the child within me that got killed by the arrows of subjective non formal needy love.

If people plea you it means they actually they have sense of guilt and surely they are changing.

Numb mind ,broken heart and a dead soul are mixture of something that are much difficult to understand and over thinking makes you one hell of a depressing person.

Nights meant for sleep turn into warfare of a broken heart and numb mind.

Heart and brain if thinking same can make a person turn genius but different paths turns them An Anarchist ,A Psychotic gangster.

“Well cry and scream out loud

Because death has came to your doorsteps

Calling the soul out 

One thing to ask, 

Will she attend the ceremony

Because I have given my sins 

Now,I’m ready for my hell”