Mere Rab ke haathon ka noor toh_ Uska chehra bataata haii
Mizaaj e Ishq: #2 ~Be’daar tha main…~
Kab main tanha tha_Mujhe hosh nahi
#1. laboN pe zikr mere ho
Kaash kabhi aesi bhii _ Koii Tasbeeh meri ho Labon pe zikr mere ho _ Aur Ungliyaan teri ho
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.
Story of a Poet: #48. Until we meet again!
The day I chose To be with you Was the day I realized How much I needed you. From the days of the past To the memories that last I have breathed your incense I have touched your essence How could I thank enough For all the moments so tough And still smile without reasons... 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 →
Andaaz e Bayaan #7. Woh shakhs kya sochta hoga
And here is the Urdu Version Woh shakhs kya sochta hoga_Main sochta hun kabhi-kabhi Woh kisse mujhe puchhta hoga_Main sochta hun kabhi-kabhi Mujhse khwabo.n mein milne ki chaahat_Usay jagaaye rakhti hoti Woh kaise raato.n ko sota hoga_Main sochta hun kabhi-kabhi Woh bhi shayad namaazo.n mein_Rota hoga raato.n ko Kaash iss dil ke bhi aansuu hote_Main... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet #46. What would she be thinking
From the time these eyes saw her
My words have never been complete
What if my silence was an answer IS
What I think sometimes
Secrets of My Diary: #14. ~I feel like~
I feel saturated a lot of times as of now. It's not that I'm short of words but, the same old words, same old people, same old situations leave me no where but exhausted. I feel like I'm limited now. I can't explore myself to new ideas. I feel like giving up. I'm worried. I... Continue Reading →
Mizaaj e Ishq: #9. Manzilein bhi uski thi
Whenever I write anything. The first reviewer becomes me. And I am always trying to be true to myself. I liked this one. Hope to see your responses. Its number nine now. I wish I could end this romanticism on a high note. Please. Go ahead. *urdu poetry* Manzilein bhi uski thi_Raasta bhi uska tha... Continue Reading →
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 16
The number 16 now. I don't know. I really don't know why I brought this up though I ended it on a streak of fifteen. Ya, fifteen; and that too some two months back. But, its all fine. A fellow blogger once desired to see them again. Though her desire wasn't as strong as my... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #32. ~I’ll wait for you~
Request- Read slow. Perhaps you will love it more if you tend to sing it along side. I jotted it while I was singing. Yeah! I'll wait for you. I'll wait forever. You say, "Never". I say, "Then how?". Open your heart. If not your eyes. Just see how much. There's love that lies. I... Continue Reading →
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 11
I did not deserve any better; and she did not deserve any less. -Saiz
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 10
Love is just over-rated. What I owe to you is something much greater than that. -Saiz
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 1
Beauty will fade one day; character will remain throughout.
Story of a Poet: #25. ~Romanticism of Life~
You have counted a splendid one for me I'm now a grown up boy for thee Steadfast faced ; among the Great I'm not a pie to be on date This is the time when one's heart sink When you see her, eyes automatically wink She has thrived in me, an utmost influence Whenever I... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #14. ~I wish one day she’ll be mine!~
She is a maiden beauty Smiling at me her lone duty However beautiful she looks But never again she looks So, I wish one day she'll be my wife. One day I know she'll be my life. Her passing by me is similar To meetings that make us more familiar I start to ponder over... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #5. ~I’m here Right here~
This poem, simple and compact is a dedication to my blog's name from none other than- me. I'm here Right here Like the days with the nights And the ocean with the tides Like the moon with the stars And the cloud with the showers I'm here Right here Crying out at core And dying... Continue Reading →
Story of a Poet: #4. Back in Time-To December
Whenever the cool breeze strike my cheeks With an abrupt fear among the geeks I tactile its lingering awesomeness Beyond the shredded barrenness Beautification of which causes me a mime And I go back to December all the time. Whenever clouds roar amidst hailstorms To wake the buds off their norms With that atmosphere of... Continue Reading →
