About this Noon

A shadow is seen during a hot air balloon ride above Hillsboro early Friday morning, July 10, 2015. (ELIZABETH FRANTZ / Monitor staff)

When green is the land, when white is the sky, the star and crescent mere a shadow beneath, of those who were born to fly!

About this noon,
I can tell you,
what is different…

way her feet are touching ground,
but not meeting a surface…
way her eyes are lusting for tangent
hidden in far far distance…

the way clouds have gathered,
wearing a cloak of the angels…
dusting their clothes, off they go,
knowing no art of whispering.

Trees too have locked now,
all the disciplined birds inside,
chirp all they would do now,
just about their next flight.

Here hear them before they leave
leaves without any hide…
before beast turns around,
or before silver turns the tide.

She knows this place…
She always knew how it felt like.
But this noon is different…
One bird’s still out here flying in a sky.

Wind is blowing on her face,
though not enough to hold her
or to hold her steps.

Mist is blurring her sight,
but not enough to make her let go
of the world it likes.

Roars still are ringing in her ear,
not enough for her song to change,
or to stop her from humming.

For I know now this is the noon,
for which Earth was created,
and for this noon is one
to keep Heavens in the moaning.

About this noon,
I had heard long before it happened.

About this noon,
You can tell,
what remained same
what kept ascending…

This noon, represents the freedom of sky, the freedom of land and everything in between to become more than what they're born with.

This noon expresses the freedom of sky, the freedom of land and everything in between to become more than what they’re born with…

– Dedicated to a noon beautiful that brings along a message of freedom and prosperity…

The Gravitational Pull


Did you see the star, or did you see how it was burning?

They say stars are magnanimous…
and certainly unavoidable…
They pull you in,
like you’re a mass – good for nothing…

An asteroid perhaps,
that was floating
gliding on a blank sheet,
searching for horizon.
Before some hot ball of fire
took mercy on it,
and caught it off-guard.

And suddenly the moth earned
the purpose to its existence.
Or rather comes to realize one…
what was there before him…

But not all asteroids fall into
an orbit of star…
some moths are granted
curse of a prolonged life,
where each day is spent
as a vagabond searching for love.

Some people burn like stars…
and some burn like the moths.
We don’t notice them much…
Perhaps since sky is too crowded.
Or because we’re too busy
to twinkle.

They say stars are magnanimous…
and certainly unavoidable…
But sometimes it takes a whole life
to meet someone that
you can uncontrollably gravitate

If you find yourself in darkness,
hold on for a little long,
light is maybe around the corner.
Either you’ll merge in it,
or you’ll emerge with one.
Who knows, who may become
tomorrow a star for someone.

– Dedicated to stars, the flames and their gravity…


Picture Credits:
1. Starry Night – Wallpaper
2. “Starry Night as seen by Van Gogh” – Wallpaperworld

The Long Winter


I found
Leaves shivering in cold,
and showing pattern,
I once traced on your skin…

I found
sky vomiting gold,
searching for tree,
under which we had our first kiss…

I found wind blowing
just to float me away
from today to yesterday…
when your fragrance used to linger on me…

They all reminded me,
how winter once used to be…
of time when nothing cold was painful,
since warmth of your breaths surrounded me…

Even moon used to bow
in an alley we used to meet in…
where I touched your hands first..
stars kissed your feet.

But this is not the winter
in which we weaved our dreams…

We’ve slipped far far away
from the mirror – our axis…
we no longer know what
kept our heart racing…

I keep looking for you,
in my present,
knowing I buried you,
out in the world for centuries
shutting myself in a coffin
holding sands of a last spring.

I found
sand mixing with the storm,
unraveling my tombstone,
on which you said once,
“You’ll never forgive me!”

Now, I find stars too,
complaining to me…
for I don’t share with them anymore,
what I wished for our destiny.


– Dedicated to lovers unaware of long stretches of glacial boundaries that often grow in between, post beautiful snowfall they dance in…

Image Credits:
1. Glacier_person_cold_alaska (wallpaperscraft.com)
2. Couple_snow_rain_love (hdwallpapers.im)

The Immersion


In times, after a day tiring,
and in nights without rest…
I seek to sit beside you in silence,
to receive your warmth,
like you’re a fire lit beside camp,
and I am a vagabond, tired
of roaming in wild darkness.

I am inclined to fall into your lap,
to have some moments of rest,
like you’re a ground sacred,
and I am a leaf, that has
just parted from wreath.

I burn to slip into your hands,
to know what is it to be contained,
like you’re a goblet of rejuvenation,
and I, mere an ash – scattered,
from the glowing mountains.

I ache to immerse in your embrace,
to find how pain vanishes with grace,
like you’re a moon casting – a quilt of spells,
and I am a moth howling,
in lust of mystic flame.

I yearn to flow my pulse to your heart-beats,
to feel what’s rising and what’s drowning,
like you’re a river of passion scintillating,
and I, mere a stone split
from rocks eroded.

I wish to submerge inside your breaths,
to forget any other world that exists,
like you’re a portal to universe another,
and I, a war-ship, that long sought
exile from wars and battles.

I desire to sink my world in you,
in craving to earn, color of your hue.
Like you’re the star, arose
to inspire luminescence…
and I am among those
trifling forever in shadows…

No matter when you look,
you’ll find me longing for this essence.
I am too tired of whole world around
lingering their eyes on me
seeking some complacence.
While, all I strive is to settle
in your arms, as a meaningless.


– Dedicated to the only beloved who can immerse a lover totally…

Image Credits:

  1. “Ocean Atlas – Created by Jason deCaires Taylor” – Source: thecreatorsproject.vice.com
  2. “Christ of the Abyss – Created by Guido Galletti” – Source: viralnova.com

The World for the lovers, is no less than the heavens (Duniya kisi ke pyar mein jannat se kam nahi)

Another gem in the ghazal world, rendered by non other than the master of the masters in Ghazal singing: Mehdi Hassan saheb.


Nightingale said it to flower,
and flower said it to spring,
what stars heard as a whisper
from night’s silver fling:

“The World for the lovers,
is no less than the heavens…
A beloved residing in heart
is no less than the angels…”

You’re monarch of beauty,
beauty of universe you’re.
You’re soul of integrity,
integral of true love you’re.
All splendor of your beauty,
is no less than galaxies.

Even by chance when you smile,
pearls fall like it’s raining.
Even at sight of your glance,
buds bloom like it’s spring.
Fragrance sunk in your tresses,
is no less than the florets.

– Dedicated of course to the beloved no less than the angels…

Bulbul ne gul se, gul ne baharon se keh dia
Ek chaudween k chaand ne sitaron se keh dia

Duniya kisi ke pyar mein jannat se kam nahi
ik dilruba hai dil mein jo huron se kam nahi

tum badshah-e-husn ho husn-e-jahan ho
jan-e-vafa ho aur muhabbat ke shan ho
jalve tumhare husn ke taron se kam nahi

bhule se muskurao to moti baras pade
palke utha ke dekho to kaliyan bhi hans pade
khushbu tumhari zulf ke phoolon se kam nahi

– Originally written by: Wahaj Muhammad Khan (popularly known as Dukhi Premnagri)

Urdu version:

بلبل نے گل سے، گل نے بہاروں سے کہه دیا
ایک چودهویں کے چاند نے تاروں سے کہه دیا

دنیا کسی کے پیار میں، جنت سے کم نہیں
اک دلربا ہے دل میں، جو حوروں سے کم نہیں

تم بادشاه حسن ہو، حسن جہان ہو
جان وفا ہو اور محبت کے شان ہو
جلوے تمہارے حسن کے تاروں سے کم نہیں

بهولے سے مسکراؤ تو موتی برس پڑے
پلکهیں اٹها کے دیکهـو تو کلیاں بهی ہنس پڑے
خوشبو تمہاری زلف کی پهولوں سے کم نہیں

– دُکھی پریم نگری –

Trivia: “Lal Muhammad Iqbal was the composer of this song for the Pakistani film “Jaag Utha Insaan (1966)”. Shaikh Hassan, the director of the movie proposed Dukhi Saheb to write a song comparable with Shakeel Badayuni’s famous song :CHAUDHVEEN KA CHAND HO YA AFTAB HO…JO BHEE HO KHUDA KI KASAM LA’JAWAB HO… Dukhi Saheb reminisced “It was a very difficult challenge to me. Somehow, I sat down in a corner, scribbling aimlessly in a paper. Suddenly, the second Misra (Ek Dilruba Hai Dil Main Jo Hooron Sey Kum Nahin ) emerged from sub-conscious mind, I jotted it down. Meanwhile, Shaikh Hassan entered the room, he was glad to hear this Misra, he kept humming it. Within half an hour the first Misra flashed through my mind.” He completed the remaining song within 10 mins. Though it didn’t win, but this song was put up for Nigaar Award in Best Song category.”

Following version is covered very deliciously by a British singer, Tanya Wells:

The Maiden Lips


Pink Castle

Level by level
it’s arranged like a palace.
Like some outer skirts,
try to sheath inner stakes,
from touch of those who’re
not worthy of its fragrance…

Yet news of its beauty travels
around in moments,
captivating minds of cunning thieves
and those who wear their heart
on the rugged sleeves.

With only one goal
they pursue,
to posses an aura,
to surround self with its magic.
To know what is it like,
the love’s first kiss.

And in the center of it,
Behind all walls, beyond all borders,
rests a jewel, a crown awaits,
for a lover to pollinate,
the maiden lips.

– Dedicated to the spring.

Image credits: “Pink Castle” by Aminah Tasleem

What makes me so drawn to your essence (Kyun tu acha lagta hai)

– Performed by Pakistan’s ‘Pride of Performance’ award winning, down to earth singer: Mr. Attaullah Khan Esakhelvi


What makes me so drawn to your essence,
in a time free, I may ponder on it…
All I have seen and felt in your presence,
in a time free, I may ponder on it…

Each person in this city swears,
surely an adherence unwavering…
But who here really honors an allegiance,
in a time free, I may ponder on it…

To beloved I wrote, in a letter I sent,
“Let’s try and meet, for once at least!”
In return to which a reply arrived:
“In a time free, I may ponder on it…”

Seasons, moonlight, stars, twilight and
in breeze that carries a fragrance with-in,
What matches you most in eminence,
in a time free, I may ponder on it…

“Either you come to follow your heart…
Or you end up giving world – a compliance.”
Seems like a solid piece of guidance,
in a time free, I may ponder on it…

– Dedicated to the essence one’s drawn to, but unable to paint with.

Kyun tu acha lagta hai , waqt mila to sochenge
Tujh mein kya kya dekha hai, waqt mila to sochenge

Sara sheher shanasai ka , dawedar to hai lekin
Kon hamara apna hai , waqt mila to sochenge

Hum ne usko likha tha , kuch milne ki tadbeer karo
Us ne likh ker bheja hai , waqt mila to sochenge

Mosam khushbu baad-e-saba chand shafaq aur taron meintime
Kon Tumhare jaisa hai ,waqt mila to sochenge

Ya to apne dil ki mano , ya phir duniya walon ki
Mashwara uska acha hai ,waqt mila to sochenge​

– Original poet: Unknown

Urdu version:

کیوں تو اچھا لگتا ہے ، وقت ملا تو سوچیں گے
تجھ میں کیا کیا دیکھا ہے وقت ملا تو سوچیں گے

سارا شہر شناسائی کا دعوے دار تو ہے لیکن
کون ہمارا اپنا ہے ، وقت ملا تو سوچیں گے

ہم نے اسکو لکھا تھا ، کچھ ملنے کی تدبیر کرو
اس نے لکھ کر بھیجا ہے ، وقت ملا تو سوچیں گے

موسم خوشبو بادِ صبا ، چاند شفق اور تاروں میں
کون تمھارے جیسا ہے ، وقت ملا تو سوچیں گے

یا تو اپنے دل کی مانو ، یا پھر دنیا والوں کی
مشورہ اسکا اچھا ہے، وقت ملا تو سوچیں گے

– نامعلوم