Expectation is the root cause of worry.It subdues gratitude.To live it joyfully, live a life of little expectations.

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Chalte rehna mushkilain chahe jo bhi aaye
Yahan har raah hoke uss k dil se guzarti hai
Nakhuda se kehdo in toofan se na gabraye
Yahan har lehr jhukti mere mehboob ko hai

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Each memory of yours shines
like sun every morning in my soul
The fragrance of our meetings carries
away the smell of all flowers
The shine in your curious eyes
beats the darkness, heals the blind

Words of magic ; recitations of love
bliss the broken, heals the wounded
The tress are dancing, leaves flying
have you been to my city ?
Rain has arrived ,washing away everything
but signs of our togetherness, the promise of eternity
I stand in my room counting through window
the stars of our forever ,the moon of our love .

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Shayad naadan lage tumhe mera yun sar jhukana
Abhi jawan ho tum ishq kay maidan mein

Chand aur kadam chal kar dekho dil lage mein
Hain aise bhi aek jagah mohabbat ki dunia mein

Sab aashiqon ko jahan tum ibadat mein pao ge
Har aankh ko jahan mehboob dikhta hai sada

Wafa hai mazhab jahan aur bewafai takheer
Mohabbat aur Khudayi jahan mil kar aek hote hai

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Dil tou aaj tak thehra hua hai ussi haseen shaam mein
Sunna hai wou chaand ab nikalta hai kisi aur asmaan mein

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Memories Of An Old Town

As I step in my old town
World within a world  is born
The fragrance of Zaafran with its
Golden petals ,threads of togetherness
Rejuvenates an old insentient  soul

Faded colors of a 3 storey building lost
In the bright shades of a corporate complex
With new entrants embraced every season
Shelters the aged memories of our childhood
The old majestic walls of joy and jubilance


The roads connecting  colonies in the town
Upon those paths lie ulterior forces of love
The divergences where the souls would meet
In the weathers of love and romance

Amidst these mixed feelings of hope and despair
Whispers the awakened soul in my ear
People can sometimes be so supremely wonderful
The world and its aura doesnt deserve them
Memories of an old town lost in history !

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DEKHA USS KO ROOBARU HAI JAB SE

Dekha uss ko roobaru hai jab se
Chaand mein bhi daag dikhne laga tab se

Waakif huwe unn ki aadaton se hai jab se
Logu ke saari aadatain buri lagne lagi tab se

Wou muskurane lage meri shayari pe hai jab se
Apna har alfaaz tasbeeh lagne laga tab se

Uss kay shehr mein kadam rakha hai jab se
Baaki sab shehron se wehshat hone lagi tab se

Hoton pe usske naam mera aaya hai jab se
Apna wajood bayqeemat lagne laga tab se

Qaanto pe chalna uss ne sikhaya hai jab se
Khaar gulab se dilkash lagne lage tab se

Intezar e aashiqi ka jam pilaya hai jab se
Har dard apna dawa hone laga tab se

Dil laga bethe kisi aur se wou hai jab se
Shamm e zindagi bhuj see gayi tab se

YOUNIS BASHIR

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One cold evening of December
I open an old notebook from cemetery
Swelled up with the fainted lines
The poems I wrote about you
The immortal memories of love
On the withered pages of life
The 'tasbeeh' of a blind devotee
The 'shifa' for a wrenched heart


Filled with the cherished moments
The days of exhilaration and joy
The stories of a little village boy
The delightful evening walks in fields
Feeding peace to the hungry soul
The freshness of the chilling mornings
The blissful conversations with 'buzargs'

Let's turn a page and few more...
Skip a part and few more..
Here I'm chasing shadows of moon
In the harshest nights of winter
The white sun appears yellow to us
Who could ever tell how many scars it bears
Dreams of a young man hanging
From a fragile rope called hope !

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You either have good time or tough time. There is no thing like bad time. I don't buy such arguments.Time can never be bad. Very often tough times benefit you more than good times. It reveals to you your hidden strengths.

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The night shares its secrets with me
With sunset making promises each day
The morning is the dairy of my dreams
I keep writing with the ink of hope !!

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