What a Day to Die

The rain falls ,

an earthen odour fills the heart

each sense plugged into the nature

an ecstacy, a holy frenzy, a heavenly  bliss prevails

A wounded sage, smiles through the cracks on his lips

his broken body livens up with each drop of the rain

he dances to an inner tune,

in peace, he moves with the grace of an angel,

it is then when lightning strikes,

and the mortal act of joy of the mad mad sage is immortalised,

by an act Divine.

Pheonix

Out of a burning desire to be one with You,
I rise to majesty,
and at my best,
I set my wings ablaze
to shed my mortal shackles,
My burning carcas;
like a flame thrown across the sky
falls back towards the earth,
Turned to ash;
Scattered, freed,  elevated,
Iam ecststic,
and no sooner dead, that I am born again
Out of the very ashes
of my mortal self.
More majestic, more in Love.
Though i remain oblivious,
Your entire creation is awed
at the spectacle of this magnificent proclamation,
of my love for You.

RESILIENCE

Those,

that are subdued by fabrication,

We are not of such a race,

Oh you have tried us,

Not once,

But a hundred times over.

Gaza

Far away,

my house  burned at the evenfall,

Oh but the irony;

how from the distance,

I  kept mistaking,

the hue of the flames,

for the twilight

One

A flower hides in its own petals till it blooms,
so does one door lead to another;
open the door to your heart,
you’ll find Him there,
yourself too.

ik Parvaanay ki faryaad

 

kaho tau reza reza ho jaoun
kaho tau ban ke raakh mein
bikhar jaoun
magar jau rooth chalo,

aur woh be aisay tau,

kaho ke shamma ko chal chor,
mein kidar jaoun?

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I look around 

I see you everywhere

and overwhelmed by your presence

i see you

and you are all i see

and now the presence of your presence,  that i feel;

is hardly any different from when i didn’t, 

and the only difference between then and now, is:

that now i can say with all certainty, 

for though i know you,

i know you not.

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I am drawing with my fingers,

the face that I see,

ripples, ripples, ripples,

the image dances on the water

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In a rugged old corner,

of a rugged old house,

A weary old artist,

holds a palette in one hand,

Struggles with a brush,

and the canvass he barely sees,

he paints with his mind,
what

his shakey hands wont.

Aik Shaheed baap apni beti sey..

In the loving memory of that young father of a two year old daughter who died in the Peshawar blast while on way home on 16th April 2013

گهرجاتے هم رستے جو رکے
رکتے هی قیامت ٹوٹ پڑی

خوابوں کی دنیا چور هوئ
اور اپنی قسمت پهوٹ پڑی

کهاں گهرآکے، هم گڑیا لیے
تجهے سینے سے لگانے والے تهے

میری بچی هستی روٹه چلی
هاں مجه پر بهی، اور تجه په قیامت ٹوٹ پڑی