"Kitaab-e-ishq"

jab bhi daikhoo gay rahoon mai duur tak kisi ko
mai dhool ki tarha teri nazroon mai utar jaoonga

mai nahi karoonga tang na tarpaoonga tumhain
mai zard pattay ki tarha dali say gir jaoonga
--
na karo gham , mai nahi rokoon ga kabhi tum ko
teray rastay say mai nigahain jhuka kar guzar jaoonga

daikh kar tumhain zindagi k bahoon mai
apnay marnay ki khwaish kiyay jaoonga

saath daynay ko ayaingay hazaroon loog
kisi aor ko humsafar na bana jaoonga

baat kuch bhi nahi,tum q udas hoti ho mairay liay
mai to ashq bhi jaam samajh kar pee jaoonga

sitam zareef zamana bhi afsana banadayta hai
mai jatay huay kitaab-e-ishq jala jaoonga

December pen

December pen

As I search the instruments of
Thoughts to create words
Knowing nothing before it
Nothing after it
The silence of night
A look fall on the wall
Awaiting seconds by second
As my thoughts become
By Lords will
Living in the fear
Of red ink
That ran in my veins
That night
Close to my soul, my mate
Awaiting my company
In the patience of my shadow
I, in while sit to write
My monsoon thoughts
In bless land of Hind
In the Prevailing peace
Of the Beloved Rasool
Darood and sallams
May all pain ease
May it cure my body and soul
From the Healer of Medina
I worry of my little soul
For 1000 out there too
Sprinkle your Mercy too
My Lord
For I keep my pen
Tonight
To spare little moment
For my beloved

The aRt is for sale

The Art is for sale
As the banner reads
Under the shadows of sponsor
The colors of mind lay to dry
Colors of the personality mingle
Orange, green, red and blue
Bursting on canvas of money
How much of it is genuine aRts
As it only exists in $ and £
Artist today survive on desires
Hope someday a rich man
Will buy them all
Patronize him and his aRt
I am not against the rich
Nor favoring any one
Its just today’s outlook
To survive to pain
You must sale the pervious
But some application to those
Who care to preserve the aRts
For money or for love
The aRt is for sale


Dated: 18-10-07