Once we grow up,
Open our eyes and heart to the world,
And people around us,
We witness heartbreaks,
And then ,
It takes life to fix these broken pieces,
And once broken,
None of the pieces fit together,
Nothing makes sense,
Memories wear gowns of mourning,
And start haunting you now and then,
You search escapes,
Infact momentary escapes,
You breathe, sigh, laugh and weep,
But pain is right there,
Deep inside you,
Swirling like an unending gush of water,
Every day your heart dies,
Every day you collect the ashes,
And whisper a false life in them,
Every day you put up a mask,
And every day you deceive the truth,
This is how the life goes,
This is how we learn to survive !

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Worries with all their zest, dance on the clock of my heart.
With every beat they squeeze the life out of my nerves.
And leave me lifeless and idle.

This world with its blunt burden alarms,
Brings chaos in the hushed mirror of my head.
And baffles me on every outcome of labor.
Life is not life anymore these days !
And death is not really worth its name !

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ویران سے سمندر میں
یقین کی کشتی لے کر
اک سفر کے غرض سے ہم اترے
دنیا دیکھی، لوگ دیکھے،دوست دیکھے،
بدلتے حالات دیکھے،
اور ذندگی کی کشمکش دیکھی،

ہر ایک راستے سے گزرے
اور تلاش بھی کیا
ہر ایک بدلتے احساس میں،
خوشیوں اور غموں کی چھاؤں میں،
تمناؤں کی بارات میں،
راتوں کی تنہائیوں میں،
صبح کی نمازوں میں،
بنتے اور بگڑتے رشتوں میں،
آباد اور ویران دلوں میں،
الفت اور نفرت کے الفاظوں میں،
خاموشی اور شور کے خزانوں میں،

غرض کہاں کہاں نہیں ڈھونڈا ہم نے،
لیکن کہیں نہیں ملا،
یہ سکون نام کا پرندہ،

ہاں، پتا چلا کہ اس نے ہجرت کی ہے،
یہاں سے بہت دور کےاس دنیا میں،
جہاں ساری حسرتوں کے تعبیر ہے،

جہاں تمام خابوں کے گھر ہے،
جہاں صرف ہم ہیں،
اور سکون کا پرندہ۔

© خان عادل

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Like a gentle knocking at the door bell,
Snow with its mesmerizing coldness,
Slowly approaches to me with a heavy secret box of letters,
Now utmost curiosity of opening them,
Unleashes a fury of storm in me,
I am desperate to hold the pencil,
To carve my much awaited frustrationon on paper...!
The unsaid storm,
the undone horrors of life,
And more than that,
The unheard cries of help !

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The wind, bearing his name disarranged her hair.
Placing a finger on her face,
She put on some lipstick,
Searching a smile,
Trying to look courageous and happy.
But her eyes bold, deep and wide, unveiled it all.
A smooth and a sad tale,
Entombed beneath the debris of her smiles.

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Throughout the monotonous hours of day , my tired heart beats unwillingly with unrhythmic notes, Seeking a silent rest.

But whenever evening approaches , it's tiredness gets cured.
There is always a healing warmath in the cold breeze of evening.
It makes a swirl like pleasure in the bosom of my chest .
It really make a true smell of living .
I feel alive and wine starts to dance in my nerves.

I sometimes wonder !
Why don't these evenings last for long.
Why does the harsh and depressive light of the day overtakes it's power of lasting.
Why aren't we blessed with just a long enough evening,
To be allowed to entomb our all treasures of sadness in the void of our wounded chest.

Why don't evenings last so long ?
My heart often whispers in silence.

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Na jaanay kyon har ehsaas ki kashish,
Tumharay dar ki dastak dhoondti hain,
Na jaanay kyon mousam ki berehmi bi,
Tumhari hi saazish ka asar laghy hain.

Aisa nhi k sheher main zalimoon ki kami hn koie ,
Phir b na jaanay kyon zulm ki har aawaz say,
Tumhari hi aahat aayain hain ...

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Consistency disappears once your heart sinks in to the stream of ego,
Your heart turns into the state of harshness,
The gentle part of yours dies,
You are no more you again,
Oh ! You are but just a carcass,
It's sad to face the disregarded fact,
Oh ! I never thought you will fall prey to it,
You have shaken my all hopes and bulldozed my trust !!
I don't know how to be same again !!

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My cravings and my fantasies collide in a battle with my own self tonight,
My heart wanders somewhere,
And my head chasing unknown signs,
Haplessly in my lonely hut,
I converse with my beloved diary,
Jotting down all sighs on it,
I don't know where else to go !!
I don't know whom else to talk !!

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This hollow emptiness of my soul,
Enlarges my silent untiring yearning,
And i want to burnish this emptiness,
Into something meaningful,
Into novels of pure profoundness,
These unnamed thoughts of my soul,
I want to carve their anonymity,
I want to vocalize these mute beatings,
Into lyrics of ballads and melodies,
These ever ignored silent tears and sighs,
I want to commune with their silence,
Want to narrate these unfinished tales,
I want you to Illuminate my dark ink,
I want you to hold the nerves of my pen,
So come my dear cruel friend !
Join me in this voyage of innate longing,
No more weep or mourn again,
Let's adieu our cold winter days !!
Let's rejoice in a new spring !!
~●khan_aadil ~●

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