Milya kar…

​”Teri zyaarat mera haq hai,
Mera haq na kha, menu milya kar”

Teri ibaadat faqt ik farz hai,
Mei jogi banjawan gar tu milya kar.

Je aaye Amber’o badlaan Ghaneray,
Seeyahi vich Chandni odh milya kar.

Raat beetau’n aangan vich pyasa,
Sawer dhoop mei chashni bn milya kar.

Jug ghoomiya mein talash mei teri,
Tu dil vich thaat paa k hi milya kar.

Ki khabar menu kia husn-e-qitab,
Tu qisay hikayaton mei yun milya kar.

Barson huay teri khushbu bhulaye,
Yaada’n vich aake hoshyaar milya kar.

Kon janay kehde mannat de dhagay
Tu darkhta’n likhe naam naal milya kar.

Masjid qalisa dhayein Dushman je tu
Dewara’n chappi Ibarata’n vich milya kar.

Teri talash mei khojein sehra saray,
Qadma de nishaa’n chhor milya kar.

Hont sookhay karein ye faryadan,
Tu Tapti rait mein Amrit ho k milya kar.

Logan vich saadi baata’n hein,
Mainu aida saj dhaj k na milya kar.

Tuj mei aur muj mei kehda parda hai,
Tu jab mil muj se be hijab hi milya kar.

Teri mohabbat mei ranjhana shayar hai,
Werna log kehnde ni “Dost, milya kar”.

Tera hun Suhani na puuch baar baar,
Mujh se kadi ye haq jata k vi milya kar.

– Dedicated to the one who wrote the first couplet of the poem, since I fell so much in love with it that I was helplessly inclined to write a whole poem.

The Immersion

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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.
Since,
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.

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– 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

C percent amore

Sunflowers and a tree

You occupy my world, no matter where I see…

You are as refreshing as ice tea
amidst a hot scorching day,
of which even trees seem to seek
a drowning place.
Yet, for one who can have you,
wouldn’t wish
the days of summer to ever end.

You are as loving and carefree
as new monsoon rain,
post storms and thunderous flash,
screams of which scare both
living and undead.
Yet, for one who can have you,
wouldn’t wish
the sigh of clouds to ever end.

You are as rejuvenating as the soil
of a holy place,
one that has received countless
subservient seeking liberation.
For one who can have you,
would sure become
a seed turning in a new leaf.

You’re as tender as the breeze
blowing from high gardens,
for the one who has served life
in a closet.
For one who can have you,
wouldn’t wish
a return, to any other imprisonment.

You are as fragrant as an incense
burning at steeple of the lovers,
those who sought life after death.
For one who can have you,
would sure linger more,
waiting for winds to gust
fast with your kisses.

You are as encompassing as lake,
the eyes of the valley land,
open for one who’s never sighted
any miracles.
For, one who can have you,
would keep praising without a flinch,
till each corner leaks stream.

You are as inviting as bird humming,
singing new song every morning,
perching on ear drums of one
who’s drunk sleeping.
For, one who can have you,
would not just trip at melodies,
but dance with silent symphonies.

Yet, my beloved, I know not,
how to define you
like you define all…
Way you carry in your essence,
the pathway to my soul.
Nor I carry any idea,
to spell what your world’s made for…
But then, what do I know…?
Since, I merely dwell at cent
of the C percent amore…

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Yet, what I love of you, is speckle in the galaxy.

– Dedicated to the beloved, who we love all about, yet only like the one away from the ocean, like merely standing on the shore.

Image Credits:
1. Sunny Meadow – Stock image (GettyImages)
2. Pinching Galaxy – Stock image – (shutterstock)

Her Eyes

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“Eyes are portal to the soul.”
If you ever feel confused, or unsure,
and want to find out if you’ve really begun
to fall for someone,
then just ask yourself this…
how much you adore your beloved’s eyes…?
Enough, to dive deep in them and
make the world inside them your own?
Wish you enough, to see what they see,
what they reflect, what they rise and fall on?

My friend, told me that…
But I for one, never knew how one can ever describe the eyes….

I mean, how can you do it?
You gonna define its color…?
You gonna express how they shine…?
You gonna fall for its shape or its size..?
Or you gonna describe way they close and reopen…?

Like, what possibly any pair of eyes can do differently
that would make them stand apart
from countless others belonging to similar species…?

And then one day it struck me…
I knew one pair of eyes, perhaps, more than I knew mine.
It was the day I realized, “I know her enough…”
Too clichéd, yeah? I asked my self the same…
But it wasn’t like I fell for those beautiful gems,
right the moment I gazed into them.
It took its time. But to be honest…
It wasn’t fair, from beginning to the end.

I think, it’s really impossible to ignore
the raw beauty they possessed,
after all…

How could one possibly ignore one that saw the pain
like a sky mourning for the Sun after the rain…
Like reminding us, how often we don’t appreciate
worth of something until its far too late.
Eyes that would not just mourn but burn
the Sun within to set things right the way they can…
Applying herself like a dawn of hope in dark nights
of those who’d rather wish to sleep
forever under blankets of numbness post pain
than remaining awake to heal and change
for what’s left still, what can still be saved.

How could I have escaped the effect of eyes
that were inclined to see something positive,
something worth saving and cherishing
in every soul they ever met.
Like a sprout of a fragrance that leaves from the flowers
irrespective of whose surrounding they engage.
Eyes that saw things based on their intensity, their essence,
no matter caste, creed, color, background, ethnicity,
social status, or religious difference.
Like a wind tending the garden, touching all the flowers
with the love and grace, without splitting or grading them.

How can one turn an eye blind at way her eyes would see the world
like a living orchestra constantly producing symphonies…
Way her eyes would manage to see and read something to be learned
and kept as a part of soul out of even catastrophe…
Like her eyes would know exactly where to look, to find
a voice in silence, to find expressions in stoic and music in noise…
In totally bland and apparently common things of life,
that we tend to ignore trivially… they discover sense and poetry.

I think I can define…
Its color…? They’re rainbows and butterfly mosaics combined…
in a way that one can never keep its full spectrum confined.
They give life to world, leaking warmth in seams.
Its shine…? They’re an ocean with sparkling glitter of skies.
Reflecting both the golden hues of day and moonlight’s silver gown in night.
They give hope, they speak of light.
Its shape…? They’ve a shape of the sea shells, enclosing pearls within,
they’re made to carry even anomalies, that can emerge into exquisite.
Its size..? They’re limitlessly deep… pathway to the cosmos,
way to the galaxies, deep and wide than anything ever seen.
They give intensity to those who dwell just on cursory or surfaces…
And way they close and reopen…? Well, they keep themselves open like wells,
to contain the wishes, to encapsulate the moments, the vivid dreams,
moreover, they open like the wings of angels… determined to help spirits.
And they close on like the gates of palace and castles, saving everything inside,
from those who’re unfriendly and intrusive. Who try to malign a soul or mind.

I just love the way they sees things…
And never once yet it happens that they rise with a pride
or drown with keeping an air of numbness or vanity…
They are curious like the baby’s, wishing to know more and yet
as still and weary as an elderly’s piercing the hides to dwell deep.

Yes, I know from her eyes, that I love the world
that she inhabits in them, all that’s read by them,
world that these eyes reflect on,
but above all, I love the way they convert pain
into something positive,
way they forgive, way they rejoice, way they stare deep inside,
way they make one realize…
there’s more to world then what meets the eyes.
I do indeed, love her eyes…

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– Dedicated to the beloved’s eyes… (this poem is an ensemble piece of several small poems written on same theme).

Image Credits:
1. Soul Washout by Clarisse Litiatco (Deviantart)
2. Colored Eye Drawing by Kate Louise Powell (Pinterest)

Trampoline of Hope

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The Fallen Angel – I look for you, to rise again…

My love,
If I ever escape from your pull
remind me, like a Star,
how I need your charm,
to remain like a moon,
rather a dull rock.

If I ever get lost amidst the way
remind me, my love,
like a Sun,
how I need your direction,
to remain like a journeyman,
rather a mere wanderer.

If I ever begin to drown in ocean
remind me, my love,
like a steadfast sail,
how I need to work the waves,
to remain like a swimmer,
rather a sunk weight.

If I ever begin falling from grace
remind me, my love,
with a holy spell,
how I need to tend my wings,
to remain an angel,
rather a devil’s advocate.

If I ever feel defeated in battle
remind me, my love,
like a trampoline of hope,
how I can rise back,
to remain in knight’s form,
rather than a mercy rag.

If I ever start loosing a grip
remind me, my love,
like your hem’s knit,
how I need a safety net,
to remain like a mountain,
rather than an abyss.

If I ever begin to break in skin,
remind me, my love,
like one sculpting,
how I need to collect shards,
to remain composed as a piece,
rather than one fallen apart.

Remind me always,
my love
of our days,
the tears we shed,
and laughs we had,
moments we made,
for all time we spent.

But, do bring me back,
from depths of darkness.
For you’ve to remember this,
light is needed the most
at the gloomiest.

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The Flying Angel – It’s your spirit that always keeps me propelled.

– Dedicated to the beloved – who fills our heart with hope and joy, never giving up on us, no matter what.

Image Credits:
1. Fallen Angels (Cover art) – tophdgallery.com
2. Angel in Sky – blog.gggodonou.me

The Fleeting Star

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I see you in moon’s,
I see you in star’s light,
as their glimmer blankets
the roads, homes, valleys
and ceaseless sky…
Reciprocating the eyes
seeking to extinguish darkness with light
“I am yours, just –
slip your fingers into mine…”

I see you in waves
I see you in tides,
as they run across the miles
and dance on bed of sea
infinite…
Reciprocating to the wind
that takes them into an arm
“I am yours, just –
slip your fingers into mine…”

I see you in rains,
I see you in cloud’s sigh,
that falls across the land
and holds under its spell
the magic infinite…
Reciprocating to the skies
that caresses them tight
“I am yours, just –
slip your fingers into mine…”

I see you in lows,
I see you in highs,
the ranges that are spread
atop the river’s spine,
as far as they see, the naked eyes…
Reciprocating to the sight
that chases it beyond all lines
“I am yours, just –
slip your fingers into mine…”

I see you in dreams,
I see you in rhymes,
those moments that carry
the poems sublime, with which
you compose symphony of life.
Reciprocating each heart beat,
tracing silage, for last location and sign,
“I am yours, just –
slip your fingers into mine…”

But you’re not here… my love,
you’re in my mind,
as a silhouette left
after the Sun has drowned.
– A light, that lingers,
even after star has ventured
far away.

In each moment that
I come closer,
I try to make you mine…
But you slip…
from my embrace
like I am trying to hold
a water or sand
too tight…

You’re a happiness that I find,
amidst a time when
one moment lapses onto another…
right at those intersections
where one line meets the other
to complete a circle.
And as much as I want
that moment to last,
I still find myself in void
after I loose your trail…
fortunately often
with moist on my lips to tell,
infinite did kiss the finite.

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– Dedicated to those infinities that every finite wants to hold on to, for as long as possible…

Image Credits:
1. Beach Photography – wallpaper (webneel.com)
2. Ocean Rain – Stock wallpaper

Tear in the Sky

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Each drop of rain
that left
from her celestial sky
wrapped my whole world
around…

Imagine how many universes
my world splits into
watching her downpour…

So I become an ocean,
a valley, a mountain,
a garden, and a tree…

Till every place the moist
falls onto,
becomes a window to her,
that drowns me in…

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Image Credits:
1. Raindrop by Aminah Tasleem
2. Rainfall (Stock wallpaper)

 

The destiny of a river

This poem is a response to Miss Tayyeba Irum‘s slow burning verse… On the banks of river

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I am the river,
on the banks of which
stands an endless forest…
of fear, thirst, doubt,
hunger and darkness…

Wind, dew, rain, fog,
and even eyes that behold
contours and tangents…
pass through the dense
before they reach my doorstep.

They tell me,
beasts are my guards
and pines are the sage…
they are to look after me,
save me from intruders,
who misdirect or steer
in different directions…

I am told,
I am to walk along them,
if I am to reach
the farthest…
They have already figured,
it seems,
the outcome of all bends…

Like, how my each step
may play out, and
what would be the pace…
how on to my surroundings,
my flow will leave effect,
how each curve
will be making a difference…

But they miss seeing,
what is desired
by my heart…
uttered by each drop
that exists to make soul whole,
never misplaced…

The passion to break bonds
can never be understood
by those who keep perimeters.
And a desire to surrender,
can never be fulfilled
by the spectators.

Love me all you want,
adore me for my imperfections,
compliment me for my fierceness,
and accompany me to decorate a canvas…

But know this…
Rivers are meant not to be guarded,
they’re destined to merge into the ocean!

– Dedicated to the rivers…

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Image Credits:

1. River Forest (wallpaper)
2. Ocean Waterfall (wallpaper)

Buy me the bewilderment!

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Uniformity dwells around in such abundance, have lost touch to recognize symphony anymore…

Too much orderly is the sky, now a days,
I wish you reveal, storm in the veins,
show bird a way, to emerald forest again…

Too many are contented around it seems,
there’s no hint of complain, show your glimpse,
I wish you to mark me a struggler again…

The time is running at an untouchable pace,
I wish you to touch me, and hold me,
guide my way to be the home again…

Life has disbursed into the worldly escapades,
just scatter me around yourself, I wish you
sculpt me a whole again…

My color has begun to be well-known among the rest,
I wish, you just pull me off the scale,
paint me by your dreams again…

I know now how to appeal the world’s sense,
undo me a little in your arms, I wish you
just set me free again…

I know too much of how things will play out in the end,
set me on a spin, I wish you to
turn me into a dust again…

– Dedicated to those who’ve grown tired of certainty, and wish to submerge into mystic uncertainty again!

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Let me loose some leaves in the air, allow me to feel what is it to live again!

Photo Credits:

  1. Mystic Java (stock wallpaper)
  2. Midnight Blue – Foggy Pines (stock wallpaper)

Her Place

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What else could be a more pleasing sight…
Than lovers embracing one another’s light?

Her mind is a city of sprawling lights
where memories book the hotels,
moments seek a drive.
Her values cover the residence
as aesthetics own a palace high,
her grace resides in gardens,
as regrets keep a shrine.
Her pride has a castle on peak of the mountain,
as canyons depict her tolerance infinite.
Her fantasies ride and float in woods and lakes,
and conversing with the clouds are her dreams
that own the sky-line.

Yet when he is around the corner,
she shuts all lights,
and opens all the doors,
hinting a way for him to enter,
but yet not to experience her design…
Not from eyes,
since she desires him
to feel the walls like they are the caves
belonging to an ancient time,
where etched lines reveal the history
and narrate the stories,
beneath the closed confines…

Where dark corners reveal the events,
lone-some alleys have graffiti
that foretell the secret of time,
the disclosure of her demons
along inhibitions divine…
Wells have the storage of tears,
her set-backs too have
subtle monuments aligned.
She desires him
to wander inside like a blind.
To maneuver his way,
touching everything,
and leaving his sign.

She desires him
to enlighten her world with his own light.
He to be the one to water the gardens,
to nurture the twines.
He to be the one to climb the walls,
to re-orchestrate the lines.
He to be the one to cross the valleys,
and to embark on boats
that lead beyond the pines…
He to be the one to redraw the map
of her universe and stars sublime,
like before his arrival
they’re never defined.

Behind these are her desires,
like all the stars covering the sky…
So that when light erupts from them,
it’s difficult to know
where now wanderer is,
where he’s not in sight.
Since he’s everywhere now,
there’s no place,
where he didn’t leave his color,
no place,
where he didn’t leave his shine.
Her mind became his heart,
his heart, a place of her to reign.

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Her mind became his heart,
his heart, a place of her to reign.

– Dedicated to a place of one that is engulfed and enchanted by the presence of the other…

Art/ Image credits:

1. Adam Martinakis, Last kiss
2. Jarek Puczel, Lovers