Kuch dilchasp si rooh hai unki

Baat karte hain to labon se inqilaab jhalakta hai

Pehnaave se sufiyaana rubaab jhalakta hai

Andaaz se Ishq-e-haqiqi aur tabiyat se rohaana shabaab jhalakta hai

Ankhon se dil ka hisaab kitaab jhalakta hai

Harkaton se junoon-e-khaas aur barkaton se ehem kirdaar jhalakta hai

Laut jayenge hum vapas is manzar se

Aisa ab mushil-e-halaat lagta hai


Vakhviyat (Urdu)

Vakhviyat nai chahiye

Ahmiyat ke bhi pyaase nai

Killat to zindagi ki hai

Bejaan se jie jaate hain

Zameen se nikle vakht to kafi nikal gaya

Lautne se pehle ulfat bhi niyamat hui

Zindagi ke kagaz par kuch kharochen si hain

Un par malham kiye jaate hain

Hare kagaz ki kuch numayish si hai

chamkeele pathron ki guzarish si hai

Fakiron se guftgu jo hui

To zindagi ki keemat maloom kiye jaate hain

Aaj ghar se nikle to hain yeh sochkar

ki vakht ke maayne rakhkar hi lautenge

Par vakht ne kab kiska saath diya hai?

Lagta hai jaldi hi intekaal hoga!

Permanent Philosophical Predicament!

The brain is a microscope, the heart is a telescope!

Focus is shaky, and a blur sometimes!

The target is a shape shifter, tiny at first, cyclopean at a close shave!

Taking a step back clears up my heart, but my brain is fuzzy then!

Am I an artist, or a scientist? The sweet spot is a momentary lapse of judgement!

The heart’s the management, the brain’s the techie!

Hovering too high, flying too low!

Into the deep abyss, but not all the way though!

The balance is momentary, the conclusion is half baked!

We are still forging our way ahead, philosophical blindness is probable!

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The brewery of a fragile mind!

The long nights don’t pass themselves

The misery does not ring the doorbell

The opportunity always asks for my self respect

The appreciation is a give and take concept

The liking is all about being something else

The responsibility is a count of my pulse


The time is only the observer

Winner is the real loser

The history just repeats itself

The society just deceits itself

God of small things just got assassinated

By the C.E.O of mature social administration

As he got himself designated

You are only a pawn on the board

You are stuck with a big baggage on the road

You might just make it big

But big is what they want you to be

Power is what you think you can just see

I am nothing but a shred of evolution

Soul is in the search of revolution

Understand where you might just end

Hope is just around that weird bend

Taking stuff in your hands

Makes you responsible for those lands

Trust is not what they think they do

The big people get beaten right around the bush

So sit back and watch the action

Coz u don’t want to risk the reaction

Entertain them as that is what you do

Or they might just bring down the curtains on you!

Daily Post – Daily Prompt – Fragile

The old school quixotic buffoon!

The light at the end of the tunnel is scary,

The darkness is an ally, rather his best friend!

He does though, wants to fly like a bird over a prairie,

He likes his freedom of thought, scarred but chuffed!

He likes his life negotiated and fought from society snubs!

He likes to walk drunk with the devil’s first of kin,

He likes to lie down on the sage of thorns,

He likes to be his own meager kingpin!

But what does he love? He is unaware!

He is mentally disable, brain in a wheelchair!

May be he loves being the average quixotic rebel!

Unfortunately inheriting the mature ideal citizen’s sickle cell!

He carries a baggage of fresh idealistic contemplation,

This does not provide for his family’s expectation!

He knows it is going to be like this till the end!

But he thinks Ideology is real, He would like to defend!

Almost Immortal!

Living so long, almost being immortal!

Too young to be too old

Too old to be too fresh

Too fresh to be too stale

Too stale to be still alive

The wise with their wisdom

The naïve with their ignorance

The special with their weirdness

And the nothings with their emptiness

All perish with zilch to spare

Only a few days, and then nobody care

People living, people dying

People stabbing, people burning,

People hating, people loving

From liking a candy bar to hating the society

From loving the soulmate to hating oneself

From the scratch to the deep wound

From pain to healing to the deep agony again

From seeping to oozing blood

From creeping to lunging heartbeat

None and all of it matters!

The time acts like a frail little turtle

Seems like forever to be alive!!


Daily Post – Word Prompt – Frail!

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