The Last Dawn

The last wave that crashed the rock,
left the memories of the ship that sank.
The last flame that burned the wood,
left the ashes as the regret.
The last drop that touched the leaf,
left the taste on its blade.
The last arrow that hit the knight
left the hymn of the warrior on the chest.
The last ray that blessed the earth,
left the hope, for a night is to come.
The last flake that touched the skin,
left the coldness of the winter.
The last melody that heared the ear,
left the song to be remembered.
The last hand that held tight,
left the warmth of love with hate in disguise.
The last smile that crossed the face,
left the happiness, though enslaved.
The last tear that rolled the cheeks,
left the longing for the one deceased.
The last blood that dripped from wound,
left the scar in the betrayed heart.
The last kiss that felt the lips,
left the softness of the other soul.
The last beat that the heart will feel
will leave the legacy of person I was.

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I am hurt
Where do i go?
For you are not with me.
To pick me from my low.

That bridges that were made
Are even burned.
I can't come to you,
Even if I yearned.

Yet,
You will be my angel.
My support.
My saviour.
From the heart, till the end.
My old self,
Adieu, my dear friend.

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خواہشو کے چمن میں
جو تیر مارا تھا ۔
کیا پتا تھا
مرجهانا اپنے ہی
باغوں کے پھولوں کو پڑیگا ۔

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On the sequence,
I did feel a lot of pain,
But my dagger was not a bain,
It had cut me, for a reason
That, though was not of treason.

For a realization, that,
Pain comes from self destruct,
From the thoughts we construct,
Its not always from outside,
But its Us,
Killing oneself, INSIDE.

And THIS war,
Is to be fought alone,
Crossing all those treacherous paths,
Of conflicting mind and soul of mine,
The Lone Warrior at the end,
Must hold the sword, and Shine.

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FORMS OF LOVE.

As the world burns in hate and agony,
Love brings back a tender symphony.

Shines like the oyster's pearl,
Is elegant as a Ballerina's twirl.

Present in the Nature's heart,
In soulful prayers and forms of art.

Those tears of a broken heart,
Memories of those apart.

Delicate as a falling dew,
Strong as a Soldier's view.

Expressive as a Mother's care,
Hidden in a Father's share.

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I doodle and doodle
And make a dark endless pit.
Little do they know,
I'm fallin into it.
That they have scarred me,
Yet thinking,
They gonna get away with it.

Well I believe in karma.
Me?
A smooth skinned,
Gets scarred repeatedly,
Finding a reason to live
In this IMMORAL WORLD.
Looking for hope...
In decietful beings.

Being wronged again and again,
My heart writhes in pain.
Yet THEY don't see it.
Screaming in excruciating agony,
But,
Somehow my voice in muffled..
So THEY don't hear it.

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Dhundhla sa yeh aasman tha..
Dhulta sa nazar aarha..
Palkon se gira voh aasun..
Ab sookhta sa nazar aarha.

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He no longer remained a human as, he had become an embodiment of eternity for her. This was, by no means, an obsession. She would have loved him even before he existed. For her, he defied all mortal existence.
He was now, not a man she loved, but an entity which had transcended all the limits of fatal bond, an entity which will be loved ever more. No amount of compromise could ever belittle her love for him.
She would always love him fiercely with all her strength, but the world will see her as a girl with an effortless retreat, never knowing the tumultuous storm which raged inside her and with which she tried to make peace with.

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Khawahishon ke chaman
mein jo teer maara tha..
Kya pta tha murjhana
to apne hi baaghon ke
phoolon ko padega.

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سا دا سا ہو گیا ہے نہ، یہ پنہ.
لگتا ہے جم گی ہے سیاہی۔
تبھی تو..
خالی ہے یہ قلم۔
یا شاید..
خالی ہے یہ میرا من؟

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