Kisko khabar hai kisne guzaari hai kis tarah,
Ek zindagi jo guzari hai bas intezaar mein;
Achche dino’n ka kuch to tajurba humein bhi tha,
Jis bakht ki ummeed ko guzari fishaar mein;
Aayenge ek roz bharosa humein bhi hai,
Warna to jaan dete hum unke hisaar mein.
کس کو خبر ہے کسنے گزاری ہے کس طرح
ایک زندگی جو گزری ہے بس انتظار میں۔
اچھے دنوں کا کچھ تو تجربا ہمیں بھی تھا
جس بخت کی اُمیّد کو گزری فشار میں۔
اَینگے ایک روز بھروسا ہمیں بھی ہے
ورنا تو جان دیتا ہم اُنکی حِسار میں۔
Bahut honge hamari tarah jo yeh chaahte honge,
Tumhara qurb o aseeri tumse maangte honge;
Tamanna unki bhi hogi tumhare pass ki,
Khawab le ke jo raatein guzaarte honge;
Hasrat dil mein hogi dast e naazuk ko pakad baithei’n,
Aankho’n ke kinaaro’n se jo tumko jhaankte honge.
بہت ہونگے ہماری طرح جو یہ چاہتے ہونگے
تمہارا قرب و اسیری تمسے مانگتے ہونگے۔
تمنّا اُنکی بھی ہوگی تمہارے پاس اَنے کی
خواب لے کے جو راتیں گزارتے ہونگے۔
حسرت دل میں ہوگی دستِ نازک کو پکڑ بیٹھے،
اَنکھوں کے کناروں سے جو تمکو جھانکتے ہونگے۔
There is no point to cry over the misfortunes of the past but to celebrate the blessings of present. Those days, many moons ago, when you were bursting with your dreams of love, drunk in the idea of forever which felt like life, I was there too, watching you secretly but invisible to your eyes, unknown to your sight. How strange it was, seeing you hesitantly and gradually pulling away my eyes with a heavy sigh. Those days when everything seemed restless, the grass under your feet, the air which you would walk through. Your walks, they were quick and pacy as if you wanted to grab every object of your admiration with both hands. I was there, witnessing your innocence slowly falling away. The trepid moving into the abyss into a known uncertainty. And when all those days of ‘watching’ you from behind the woods of Banyan tree began to fade and its leaves were shed and crushed to dust, in that autumn many years ago inside my heart I found a little fondness. Destiny, I may call, you knocked me over after years in the spring. You become the most fortunate incidents, an event of my ‘Ordinary’ Life and in a moment, with a touch of magic, I become ‘Extra Ordinary’.
Have you ever waited for more than three years for someone, for they have promised to come. For they have taught you that they’re proud of you. For they have spoken that this love of you is what makes them breath. That you shall not ever break this belief. And you hold all words closest to your heart because you don’t see anything but them in your sleep or when you are awake or when you are thinking or when you are occupied, not for a moment they go out of your mind, where every passing minute is a decade, a lifetime.
I believed I could never feel love again. Not a love with such intimacy. Not a love with a connection that transcends time. That no man’s love could make me feel so free. No man would ever find a way to convince me to love once more, tear down the walls placed there to shield my heart. Because this type of love isn’t real. My dreams were nothing but stardust.
Then, you came along quite by accident, so I had believed. Now I realize it is just part of God’s plan for us. It is our story. Through our friendship and understanding we tenderly taught one another the sweet ways of love. Raw, pure, and genuine love. You are my safe place and while others may not want safe, I do. Because within your loving embrace, I am me. Wild and free and as we both know, feeling safe with one another opens many possibilities to explore and enjoy. I became lost in the sweet rapture of your kisses. Our fiercely passionate, yet tender love continues to show us how our souls collide together and we fit as one.
I know now all your tomorrows will have the other half of my heartbeat. I know now all of my tomorrows will have the other half of yours. This is our story… This is “US.”
I fell in love with you for the first time when you stopped by to tell me ‘You look fine’.
I have had my heart caged, yet I was powerful to lift the hedge.
I fell in love with you again, when you went from calmness to fierce in a moment of disdain.
I fell in love with you when you spoke to me that how you have loved me.
How you bought me the present, but I was to be blamed that I was thinking this will go in vain.
You’ll go away like proverbial clouds after the rain.
I fell in love with you knowing how restless you feel when I scare you that I will leave.
Even if it was fake, the cut on the wrist for a while turn my rage. But inside my heart, I felt blessed for such a madness for me which I never felt worthy.
I fell in love with you when I met you in person. I melt like an ice in your warmth as you took my hands and that was so uncertain.
In the moving car, that kiss in the dark. Lights trailing and we both removing the demons from our heart.
I fell in love with you, again, next afternoon. As I entered your room, you were glowing like the light from the moon. An intoxicating smell reached into my nostrils and in the bed we cocooned.
I fell in love with you when you held my hand and asked me not to leave you ever again.
I fell in love with you when after a spell of fight, you wrote me a note challenging all the normalcy of life.
Thereafter, every morning, afternoon, evening and nights. I keep falling in love with you, over and over and over again. Even after so many months of hiatus, torture and pain. A single word of affection and my whole being gets pulled towards you like an infant runs into mother’s lap.
We are not trees which shed their leaves in autumn and then spring comes and new flowers blossom. We are two lovers. Two lovers in deep love. The ache of one pains the other. The tears hurt like shrapnel. We love each other and we cannot undo the most beautiful feeling we nourished in every weather, be it summers, winters, autumn or spring. We have faced and stayed together to bloom.
Isn’t it the saddest things,
You want her but she is not there.
You close your eyes and you see her face,
in dreams you walk with her,
talk to her and you both laugh together.
And then suddenly,
you open your eyes and she is nowhere.
Only in thoughts, only in the lights in the dark.
Like a shadow she walks, beside you, along with you.
But she is not. She is far.
Your thoughts can reach, your eyes cannot see.
Your mind can travel, your fingers cannot unravel.
She is a mystery. What’s our Chemistry?
I call her poetry but She is a story.
In every cell,
In every pore,
You run in my veins,
You are inked on my soul.
I love and I only love her
She is the only contentment to my heart.
She is my Beloved and I am hers in return.
My eyes revolts to see any other face than hers.
Even if my bones crackles, my palms sweat under the wanting of my body, it never responds to other.
She is an addiction to my lips, her smell to my nostril;
her face to my eyes, her throbbing heart to my chest;
when she speaks my ears listen and all the voices are shut out from my head.
Oh my beloved!