In the attempt to bring us together,
I drew paths way apart.-
You know what hurts more than not receiving the gift,
When you gift someone something and that person doesn't have any excitement on their face.-
When the brain becomes racecourse
Thoughts run like the horses
Silent Night will fill with crowd noise
And eyes wait for the dawn
The rising sun looks like the finishing line
Another day will come
I hope it lasts as long as it can
Day shows so many fake faces
I don't feel alone and wrong
And night comes again like a never-ending pain
The same thoughts run in my head again
This loop should end as well as the pain-
Since I have departed from you
All the close one seems as far as eternity.-
On the request of an unknown friend
Let me explain, what is poetry?
Poetry is a bridge, connecting lovers.
Poetry is medicine, to heal the wound.
Poetry is a way, to show the pain.
Poetry is a friend, for lone.
Poetry is foe, for a Satan.
Poetry is soul, for every wandering being.
Poetry is love, which loves a lover in a lovely manner.
But,
still...,
When it comes to foe:
Verses of the poems are better than the dagger.-
Maybe I am as strong as Ocean
But I can't stand the idea of not visiting your Shore-
No matter how faithful you are to your lord,
If he supposes you be guilty, you are guilty then.-
Main to Shams Tabrez bhi likh leta
Koi Rumi bhi to ho Jo samjle
-
Aaj kal Koi meri baat nahi sun raha,
Aisa nahi ki mai sach nahi bol raha
Logon ko jhut ki lat lagi hui hai
Ab is shehar me mera kalm nahi chal raha-