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Ise hasaao, yeh mar na jaaye,

Yeh muddaton se hasaa nhi hai,

Kiraaye par tum makaan le lo,

Mere to dil mein jagah nhi hai.

Hamza Hassam

اسے ہنساؤ، یہ مر نہ جائے،

یہ مدتوں سے ہنسا نہیں ہے،

کرایے پر تم مکان لے لو،

میرے تو دل میں جگہ نہیں ہے۔

حمزہ حسام

Ham apni jaan ke dushman ko apni jaan kehte hain,

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Mohabbat ki isi mitti ko hindustaan kehte hain.

RAHAT INDORI

Happy Independence Day

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Roz taaron ko numaaish mein khalal padta hai,

Chand pagal hai andhere mein nikal padta hai.

RAHAT INDORI

Ab dil ki tamanna hai to ae kaash yahi ho,

Aansu ki jagah aankh se hasrat nikal aae.

AHMAD FARAZ

Yeh shafaq chaand sitaare nahin achchhe lagte,

Tum nahin ho toh nazaare nahin achchhe lagte.

INDIRA VARMA

یہ شفق چاند ستارے نہیں اچھے لگتے ،

تم نہیں ہو تو نظارے نہیں اچھے لگتے۔

اندرا ورما

Hamein hai shauq ki be-parda tum ko dekhenge,

Tumhein hai sharm to ankhon pe haath dhar lena.

DAGH DEHLVI

Chupke chupke rat din aansu bahana yaad hai,

Ham ko ab tak aashiqui ka wo zamana yaad hai.

Hasrat Mohani

ilaaj apna karate phir rahe ho jaaane kis kis se,

Mohabbat kar ke dekho na mohabbat kyn nahi karte,

Tumhare dil pe apna naam likkha ham ne dekha hai,

Hamari cheez phir ham ko inayat kyn nahi karte.

Farhat Ehsaas

Mujh ko maloom hai mahbub-parasti ka azab,

Der se chaand nikalna bhi galat lagta hai.

Ahamad Kamal Parwazi

They say

Life's worth every pain

Every emotion

Life is all about

Being mad at someone

And them making up to you

Bringing gifts for your loved ones

And enemies bitching bout you

Adoring that one person

With whole of your heart

But ending up breaking your own heart

Life is full of feelings

We may or may not understand

But that's what makes it interesting

Life's soo unpredictable

You never know what's gonna happen next

And that's why you call it

Life.

" You fell in love with my flowers and not my roots. "

" So when autumn came you didn't know what to do. "

Isn't It funny how day by day

nothing changes

But when we look back

everything's different.

☾ She was like moon

A part of her was always hidden ☽

YOUR PRESENCE

The gentle water is dripping over my body,it feels so calming;

All my hurdles, pains and anger for you turns into calmness;

I gently took my head off and see my naked self in the mirror;

Unrealistic pleasantries I feel seeing myself so tranquil;

It reminds me of you, your calm behavior, unbothered face and selflove;

I took the courage to find myself more on that mirror;

I found a sudden part of mine wants you;

Wants you to endeavor you, your presence and your body;

That time instead of being vexed on you, my mind keep recalling your name;

My lusty eyes keep drawing your body postures;

I realized, I do miss your presence around me;

I feel all alone and lonely without your presence;

But still your presence is the only thing which make me fall for you even more.

STRANGER

Diving my head on the ocean makes me feel like I'm strange,

Ocean of thoughts washed my mind completely away,

Then I see this universe with an eye of Oceanic humanity,

Who tells me to keep this world same as it is or make it  which no one ever have thought of,

Again those desires, possessions and wants I have been living for strikes my untangled brain,

I shut my worldy vision, and open a distinct eye which I never thought is present,

I see this universe like a stranger.

Those unrebelious mind people make me feel like they're not worth enough to live,

Those creature living the same way of life feels like they're feed up,

Those small non living being makes me feel like they're controlling us,

I feel like a stranger, whose vision is completely change by the Oceanic thought process,

Mind keep telling me to ask why this universe is following that norms,

Why nature can't dominate living beings with the power of non-existent beings,

Confused by everyone's identity, living wants and unthoughtful  mind,

But later my own thoughtful mind answer my question why this universe is still the same and nobody wants to be stranger,

As we all are being caged in our possessions, desires, love, dreams and ourselves.

I CAN FEEL YOU.

I can feel you when you pull me into embrace;

It feels like your body is crafted for me to perfectly fit in;

I can feel you when the dreary face of yours hides into my chest;

It feels like your insipid face glows up to sense my skin;

I can feel you when your large long fingers intertwines with me;

It feels a sudden warmth after an epoch of coldness;

I can feel you when you put your head on my shoulder;

Its feels like your hair is bathed with honey and so do I;

I can feel you everytime you touches me;

Your skin creates a discrete sensation in my body;

That feels like to be with you everytime and everywhere.

~K♡

Goddess to Mother

How pathetic I was when I first saw you,

The curly hair turns down to be few.

Your happiness to gift me to someone increases,

But my feeling to be apart from you deceases.

The pain in your veins down to your vagina,

Justifies how much you want me to be a regina.

I am like that gift you can't behold,

But your eyes speaks that I am born to be uphold.

You're the strongest, bravest and finest I ever saw,

As my world starts from your sense of law.

Happiness I also feel when I realize you saw me first,

Cause no one felt the pain when I'm reversed.

Infinity dreams you already made before I am here,

Still you cheer me when I failed for a whole year.

God to glory I only heard on quotes,

Presence of yourself insists me to rewrite the quote.

Never feel guilt to take immense pride for presence of you,

As atlast you made me feel to be true.

BRUISES & SCARS

Through the years, I have been hiding myself;

Hiding my scars, bruises and marks which I got over the years of my existence;

But little if I know that someone after years will come and take my hands;

Take my hands and see my naked self all presentable;

But a sudden part of my heart still ache when I think how they will react to see those bruises and scars;

will they feel disgusted to see my scars and my childhood bruises;

And never want to immerse inside me;

Or will they caress my scars and kisses my bruises;

And lean to my ear and tell me "your bruises are old, but your soul is still young. You're beautiful. I love you";

Then optimism takes over me and I contentedly accepts the reality.

Myth

With the fall of dusk,

I remembered you.

I still kept your unironed shirt,

Which I wore after our first love making.

It still has your fragrance,

And it still gives me butterflies.

I missed your arms around me,

That held me like I was the last person.

With the fall of night,

I missed making love with you.

I never knew when I stopped using my side pillow,

As you were there to drift me to sleep .

Your thick peach lips made for me,

As you ate me,I deliberately used to bite your delicious lower lip.

You loved it,

Didn't you?

You are missing it,

Aren't you?

But with the fall of dawn,

I realized all your promises for the platonic love,

were a lie to me.

You loved me or my body,

That was never mine.

I fell for your looks,

You fell  for my beauty.

Those days were immensely beautiful to being in love,

Yet you made me realize platonic love is a myth.

Facts & Fanatsy

I miss the time when we used to share the same blanket;

I miss the time when you in the month of coldness tried to fill me up;

Fill me up with the warmth of your body;

With the essence of your cologne;

With the large pretty hands around my waist.

I'd rant how much I hate winter;

While you whispered in my neck "winter is for the people who are in love";

To your pretty lies, I got flushed;

To your pretty promises, I got flattered.

Ironically how amazingly, this winter I'm missing you.

Neither you are here to share the same blanket;

Neither you are here to give the warmth.

Other side of my bed is deserted;

Just like the other half of my heart is deserted of love.

You lied, 'winter is for heartbroken people';

To collect the pieces of their broken promises.

Facts and fanatsies are absolute remanants in novel world;

You proved that facts are for existing universe;

Fanatsies stays on the old torn pages of the novels we used to read in the month of december.

~k<3