کچھ کلام تو کر۔ ۔ ۔

کچھ کلام تو کر چاہے برساتِ الزام ہی کر
کچھ کھیل تو کھیل    چاہے فریب ہی کر

سرے محفل چھیڑ بات ہمارے عشق کی
تعریف  نہ   سہی،    کوئی طنز     ہی کر

نا جان لے ہمارے دشمنوں کی، جلا ہی دے
نا مداح بن، سامنے انکے میرا نام ادا ہی کر

نہ    مانگ    ہمیں    ہاتھ     پھیلا   کر خدا سے
چھپ کر کسی کونے میں، عشق کی فریاد ہی کر

نا   بجا    ہمارے    پیار    کی     پیاس       ظالم
کسی پیاسے پرندے کی خاطر پانی رکھ دیا ہی کر

نا سن میری گذارشیں، نا کر پوری التجا خیامٓ
کوئی اپنی حسرت،  کوئی خواہش بیان ہی کر

Don’t Let My Life Scatter Again. . .

Her presence. . . Her presence is something very special to me. When she is with me I feel like I’m living. I’m living a life. . . I feel like a complete being. Without her I’m not even half. Because she is not my better half but fullest of mine. With her, I forget all pains and loneliness. Her presence heals me. She is more than all types of medications and above meditation. She entered in my life, rehabilitated me, cured my heart and gave me peace of mind. She is the only one who can retain my living life. That I have now. . . I always pray and beg to Almighty that please don’t take her away from me. Don’t let my life scatter again. . . Not again. . .

The Master Piece of Beauty

Down from foot nail to hair on top. . .

She is a masterpiece of beauty. . .

Her feet sound without ankle chain. . .

A pleasant sound when she takes steps towards me. . .

Her wrist smells better than a wristlet of jasmine. . .

The fragrance of her wet hair leaves behind Petrichor. . .

The shine of stars on the sky may come to measurement. . .

But the scale of her sparkling eyes will remain undiscovered. . .

The moon serves the Globe in parts. . .

But her smile enlightens the universe inside me at once. . .

بارش ہے، ٹھنڈی ہوا ہے اور حسین ہے موسم۔ ۔ ۔

بارش ہے، ٹھنڈی ہوا ہے اور حسین موسم
تم بیٹھے بھیگ رہے ہو وہاں اور یہاں اکیلے ہم
کیوں بضد ہو؟ بار بار بلاتے ہو اپنے پاس
دیکھو بہت قاتل ہے ہوا اور خراب ہے موسم
قطرہ قطرہ بارش کا لگا رہا ہے تن میں آگ
کہیں اس رومانوی موسم میں نہ رنگ جائیں ہم
کہیں یہ مدہوش کر دینے والا موسم نہ بن جائے بہانہ
لپیٹ میں آئےان شرارتی ہواؤں میں خراب نہ ہوجائیں ہم
خاموش کیوں ہو گئے؟ کچھ تو بات کرو اب
مدہوشی میں نہ مل جائیں آنکھیں کہیں اور نہ گم ہو جائیں ہم
نا ہو ختم شرم و حیا، نا گریں اپنی ہی نظروں میں ہم
سنو خیامٓ! فون بند کرو، اپنے اپنے گھر ہی سو جائیں ہم

A Walk in Moonlight. . .

From Cold Moon to Wolf Moon, From Wolf Moon to Snow Moon . . .
From Drizzling Evening of December to Foggy Night of January to Combo Midnight of February. . .
An every night walk together in Purple Streetlight. . .
Holding hands so softly but with bonding tight. . .
Breathing out cold smoke behaving like a child. . .
Exchanging between Ice-cream after every bite. . .
Hours of stepping together in freezing temperature. . .
Warmth you’ll get more from your Love Knight. . .
In pin drop silence expressions will give million words,
Lips will be quiet but eyes will expose love dynamite. . .
Oh! In all these fantasy moments we spent quality time,
A kiss on your Forehead, I can’t miss O my Sweetest Moonlight . . .

😘😘😘😇😇🤗🤗🤗🤗

She Keeps Me Awake. . .

She keeps me awake for whole night to tell her stories. She is a crazy listener who wanna know every details of story, from between the lines to beyond the lines. The real story might happened in ten minutes but her queries will take to hours. But more than a listener she is a story teller. A very boring story she will tell you in such interesting way that can attract you attention. You are feeling sleepy but when she starts saying,” you know what happened?” and all your sleep is just gone miles away. A story you have heard hundred times already and if another person will start it again with first sentence he/she speaks you will stop him/her saying that you have told already tell me something thing new. But in her case every time you will enjoy like you have never heard before. It is not about you are not enjoying but just pretending to enjoy but actually you enjoy like it is very first time.

I’m in the middle of something doing an important work. I’m suppose to pick her call and only for her. Like a child putting her leg in between whatever you are doing and wants you to leave all and play with her. How childish acts these are. But do you know what? It never disturbed me, but always gave me a smile and some unique happiness. I don’t know and could not ever define the type of this happiness I get. I adore her these acts. I adore her childishness, I adore her being a baby doll and yes I adore her totally whatever she does.

It happens when you love her and she is your only love. If you have been busy all day in hectic office work routine. You have just arrived home and nothing you want know but to sleep. But if you encounter her, see her happy face your all tiredness will vanish in air. If she is not in your life you will go to a messy bed and will fall asleep withing no time, but she, she is like a coffee and you will be addicted. She will take your head to her lap and will start telling her stories. You will forget what you have been through whole day. You will just jump to a dream life where there is no worries and anxiety but a life of fairies. I’m telling you, you cannot start telling your story to her unless she wants herself to know something.

Trust me! If you want to spend living nights, get addicted to her company. She has more caffeine than any drink and it is not harmful but good to your body and soul. . .

آج کا قاضی ہے اُلجھا ہوا بہت۔ ۔ ۔

آج کا قاضی ہے اُلجھا ہوا بہت
کر پانا اسکو انصاف ہے مشکل بہت
محرم کے پاس نہیں دلائل بے گناہی کے
مجرم کے پاس بچ نکلنے کے ہیں ثبوت بہت
بھری پڑی ہے دنیا بے مثال اداکاروں سے
اپنی اصلیت چُھپانے میں ماہر ہے ہر کوئی بہت
قانون دان کیا کیا بنائے روکنے کے طریقے
چور چوری کر جانے میں آگے ہے بہت
قیمت نہیں اتنی کسی کی ایمانداری کی
خریدارانِ ایمان کے پاس ہے سرمایہ بہت
تم کیسے کر پاؤ گے مجرموں میں محرموں کا انتخاب؟
خیامٓ! اس منصبِ انصاف پر ہارے ہیں عادل بہت۔ ۔ ۔

An Imaginary Character

An imaginary character I built to fill up the blank space of my life. . . A place specified for my ultimate life partner. . . I picked perfect words to describe her and kept them in a treasure. . . A treasure, when I’ll open and present to her. . . Will describe her what I feel about her. . . Will tell her that no one else have ever told her about herself. . . The sterling words from the pure heart, arranged by help of mind. . . A flawless definition of her with the superlative degrees of vocables. . . It took years to collect pearls beneath the ocean of amour. . . A love of imagination for a clear unambiguous image. . . But when that imaginary character appeared in reality. . . When I saw you. . . I stuck in the moment. . . Just imagine when you face your imagination in reality. . . A period of being grateful started. . . Yes I have gotten my dream girl. . . I entered to my treasure of words. . . To describe you, to tell you that what you’re and what you’re for me. . . I’m hanging over there to arrange those words in such a way that I can express my feelings & emotions perfectly for a perfect partner for me. . . . . . . . . . . .