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 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
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 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. . .