FAREWELL for our dear seniors. May Allah bless you with the best.
Zindagi mein bahot kam mili haii wo cheez Wo cheez jise shiddat se chaaha bepanaah Shikwa na koii gila rakhte hain aye chaman Tu ghulab apni jagah_Uski khushboo apni jagah Suna haii bin barsaat ke rutha sa tha_Dil ka ye aasmaan Toot kar chubhta raha_Mujhe woh khwaab be'wajah Meri muqaddas numaaya zindagi thi maanind e... Continue Reading →
Mere Rab ke haathon ka noor toh_ Uska chehra bataata haii
Kab main tanha tha_Mujhe hosh nahi
Kaash kabhi aesi bhii _ Koii Tasbeeh meri ho Labon pe zikr mere ho _ Aur Ungliyaan teri ho
As you grow old you start to forget two things: First, who you were. Second, I don't remember. But, well! How does 'Sad' really feel like? Is 'old' really 'sad'? If sad was a person, would you not pity on his condition or hers? Does it not worry you to find out people don't feel... Continue Reading →