Monday, April 4, 2016

Red summer dress

She put that red summer dress on
all the dreams, I longed before dawn
dancing in the blue light moon
wishes coming true so soon

lost in the selfless dance
two souls in perfect trance
living in your eyes, conscienceless nothing
that sight of yours, it was something


Sunday, April 3, 2016

Soon

Sometimes I ponder, on my choices
In the visions, I hear these voices
the echoes of past
and valleys vast
where the sun doesn't shows
and no one goes

Someone I found there,
she took me up
looked at me
and shook me up
she smiled and tried to lift me up
i tried and cried, couldn't get up

maybe she doesn't know it all
maybe I'd always hide my fall
maybe I'd be cried a sinner
maybe I'd never be a winner
maybe the fate's pulling me back
maybe the hate's making me crack
maybe she was never the one
maybe I'd have already won?

but in the end, it doesn't matter
my fragile pieces, all they scatter
on this raining dense forest
I take my last breaths
and I'd lie down soon
eyes closed and full moon
all I asked
was a little
too soon!


Saturday, April 2, 2016

Silence

Her silence broke him,
He shattered into a million pieces,
On front he was sane,
A fake smile always,
concealing the gashes beneath,
the torn soul,
the disassociated reality,
the restlessness.
but then the silence came
stillness
bitter
cold
and agony
and he was
no more
only memories
the markings
the ripples
of a by gone time
when he was
happy.

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Ripple


A ripple in the void, a million years ago,

Saved me from oblivion, just a moment ago.

Monday, September 21, 2015

ادھوری کہانی


اک ادھوری کہانی، غمِ حیات ٹھری 
وقت بیت گیا سب، کسی سوچ میں گہری

سکوں آیا تھا ہاں، کچھ پل کے لیے
جیے پھر ہم بھی، چند پل کے لیے

مگر تھا یہ لکھا، نصیبوں نے ہمارے
ہم سلگتے رہین یونہی، کسی تنہا کنارے

یونہی عمر گزری، سسکتے سسکاتے
بھلا غم اتنے گہرے، ہم کیسے چھپاتے

پھر شام ھوئ، پھر اداسی پھر اندھیرا 
پھر سانس رکی، اور اداسی اور اندھیرا...

Sunday, May 18, 2014

Circle of Life

Things, we never had
will always make us sad
and things, we wanted
then once granted
lose their chime
over time....

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Dream

And in the night
when light fade
and shadows cascade

the land of dream
when soul takes flight
to see those distant
shadows in light

our rotting march
on the creaking arch
where we see hope
and it is born
just to be shattered
as if it mattered

another gash
opening our wounds
so that the light
may enter
us