"Every night, I tell my heart that I am strong and tough. But, sometimes I just miss, being missed by you."
Feels of My Fading Whispers
Feels of My ‘4:00AM YOU’
...and sometimes I miss you_ even when_ you're right in front of me.
Feels of Her Nights
A very sublime incident that I so much wanted to happen but, I could only end up scribbling it. I hope you feel it.
Feels of my ‘Never Again!’
Never again will I exist. Never again will the essence stay.
She was back. Again.
Not a love story but, a story about love. Because, Feelings do change. Memories do fade. And when life ends, 'The Heart Understands'.
Story of a Poet: #50 I could not love you
A half century of English poetry here at my blog. Uff...*sighed* With every blot of ink outraged an enormous amount of passion for reinforcing in me a will to write. To write about all those things that I know I could have said to people. Some people. But, I did not. Not because it never... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #49. A fearless heart.
I request you to be strong and cozy And love me with a fearless heart For my heart has an inadequacy To restrict the feelings and depart I'm bound to the chains of adolescence And shadowed by the spark of your eyes For there is a luring incense Every time you comfort me with lies... Continue Reading →
#10. Maine phoolo.n ko ek roz kya chhu kiya-Andaaz e Bayaan
Maine phoolon ko ek roz kya chhoo liya Wo mere haathon se khushboo nahi khone deta Raah chalte hue aksar kaanton se be'khayal raha Woh mere qadmon ko kabhi naazuk nahi hone deta Koii hamraah nahi_balki woh Khuda haii mera Jo door ek pal ko kabhi khud se nahi hone deta Ek uska tasavvar mjhe... Continue Reading →
#9. Yeh nazro.n se ada kiye -Andaaz e Bayaan
Yeh nazro.n se ada kiye jo hum ne tujhe salaam hain, Mere ishq ke an-kahe hue yeh zeb o payaam o hain, Tere naino.n mein basaa ye nasha haii is qadar, Pheeekay lagte maikhano.n ke saare jaam hain, Teri ek nazar kheench leti haii rooh ko jism se, In ankho.n ko smjha dijiye ye bahot... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #36. My heart craves to see you shine.
"One of the signs of the greatest strength is to actually keep the pain inside and win battalions of hopes against your demons fighting back at you. How....?
#8. Dil pe pehra haii- Andaaz e Bayaan
"Iss dil pe aaj bhi uska hi pehra haii", is an Urdu Ghazal about how a heart feels that it is in control of some great power of another world. That'a.the description that follows.
Andaaz e Bayaan #4. Uss roz jab uthega woh
Someone asked me, "How are you so romantic? You must have been in love for long and hard. Isn't it?" I smiled and said, "No, but I have been loved a lot. And for long and hard." I wrote this one imagining how a couple would be feeling on the day of their marriage. I... Continue Reading →
Mizaaj e Ishq: #10. KUCHH BHI NAHI
Bahot dino se maine likha_Kuchh bhi nahin Jaise mujhe ho mila_Kuchh bhi nahin Be'wajeh udaas rehne ki sadaa_Kuchh bhi nahin Par khush rehne ki ab wajeh_Kuchh bhi nahin Muhabbat baaqi rahe isliye faasle zaruri the Warna mujhe bhula dene ke raaste_uske liye_Kuchh bhi nahin Ajab se marhale mein jaa pahunchi thi zindagi apni Agar nafrat... Continue Reading →
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 18
I don't know what to say. Sometimes I just want to thank Allah, for everything He gave. And then this thought finds a way into my subconscious that the only way to love Allah, is to love His beloveds. Post 18: Quote- "Simplicity is not that simple." _Saiz
Maqsad e Hayaat: #4. ~Aap yaad bahot aati ho~
Sometimes it's not about how well you write; but, what you write. Aap yaad bahot aati ho Jab koii saath nahi deta Jab koii baat nahi sunta Toh aap yaad bahot aati ho Kadam jab ladkhadate hain Aapki yaad dilaate hain Sambhalne ki koshish jo karta Ye duniya muskurati haii Girr ke jab uth nahi... Continue Reading →
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 17
I try my best to relate my repertoire to Islam. I try even harder not to write about any kind of Haraam(i.e. forbidden). So, it needs a lot of care to transform an act of Haraam into purity of Islam. Telephonic conversations can be nascent into being engaged, but for a vivacious marriage. Let's have... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #36. ~Ordinary He; Elegant She~
Once upon a time... Lived he and she In a time so prime Forever, to be. Rude,was he. Cute, was she. Young, were they. Dumb? No way. Ordinary, he was. Elegant, she was. Strangely, they met. Eyes, dilate. Aberrant? No, wait. Little, they ameliorate. Dreams, of her. Eden. Sober. Ardent, was he. Despite, homely. One... Continue Reading →
Mizaaj E Ishq: #8. ~Tere taghaful se tarq talak~
And I realized this long ago that it's been a long time to my Mizaaj e Ishq. I could not find a genuine reason to inhale the essence of romanticism within me. These days I just want to remain sad. Sad for no reason. Why? Because I have no reason to smile either. Everything is... Continue Reading →
Mizaaj e Ishq: #7. Ek sawaal zehen mein
The number seven now. Ten seems to be a good number. That's my enrollment no. even. Well. Nothing's ever going to stop me from doing non senses at ease. I penned this one down some time ago. I was checking my drafts today and thought this deserves a better place. Anyways. I'll leave it by... Continue Reading →
