Poetry

Separation

separation

Separate were we,

With the distances of our fate,

Sealed were our lips, hands tied,

Tearful were the words that never came out.

 

And this time,

Snatched all that it could physically,

Though couldn’t harm the jewels that were kept, as memories in our hearts..

 

And this love,

Flourished each time I remembered you,

Blossomed each time with the thought of your smile and the softness of your lips.

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Philosophy, Poetry, Random

Meditation

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I heard a cry, shallow but painful in the dark inflicting after hours. I knew who that was. I could sense its pain running through my veins.

But I ignored.

Back to the digital bright blue screen of my laptop, keeping a pace with the busy life as it had become. Then I heard something falling. As if you hang pictures on a wall and they fall all of a sudden. I knew what had happened. I knew I was at fault.

But I ignored.

Perhaps I have been hearing this squeaking and scratching sounds for several months but I kept ignoring. Sometimes you need more courage to face your past then just a long stare back at it.

I heard it called my name now.

Called me as someone had put a poisoned knife through its throat. Shallow but deeply painful. I couldn’t ignore. And I went to look. It peeked through a page then shut the book with force. With such a force that some words fall onto my feet as if dry leaves fall off a tree. I picked those words up and kept them aside. I felt their anger. As, I remember writing some of those words. Inked them on paper and then bind them in a book. They formed the most beautiful memories I’ve ever had. How could I forget them?

I had a very deep connection with the characters I built, all of them. No matter if they were evil, good, machines, animals or humans. But, I have lived each of them. Perhaps they left a part of themselves in me. They call me if I stay out of touch for long.

Perhaps I need to rekindle my relationship with them. Give them some new friends. Some new places. Some exciting plots. Some life.

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Poetry, Random

Darker than Black

This night,

The cruel, the dark,

This night..

 snow-moonlight

Imagine it being a sapling of a remorse. On its twigs, a thousand moons have cried upon their light. In it’s shadow, a hundred suns have lost their existence. But, in the same, those dying suns have disapparated into blossoms. Each of which, holds a haunting.

Gravely dark this night is.

#MusaratAli

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Poetry

Gham e Ulfat

Kuch aur bhi tere waady thy,
Kuch aur hi teri qasmen theen,
Kuch aur bhi tere qissay thy,
Kuch aur hi teri baaten theen,

Un waadon men jo ranjish thi,
Un qasmon men jo ansoo thy,
Woh saary qissay ishq ke thy,
Woh saari pyar ki baaten theen,

Lo chor chaly hum wadon ko,
Lo torr chaly un qasmon ko,
Woh rog bhi hum ny laa hi liya,
Jo paath tum hi parhaati theen,

Iss jog jagat ki baaten kya,
Kya afsaany kya parwaany,
Kya tum ko haal bataaein ab,
Kya hum ny jot jagayi thi..

Jo likha tha woh bech diya,
Jo chaha tha woh paa hi liya,
Har ek qadam pe tum hi magar,
Iss dil ko bohut yaad aati thi..

Har shy ka badal mil sakta hy,
Har daaman pur ho sakta hy,

Bas ek kami reh jaati hy,
Jab yaad tumhari aati hy,
Har saans pe bhaari hoti hy,
Har nabz pe taari hoti hy..

Woh waady qasmen qisson men,
Pyaary toh bohut lagty hen magar,
Iss dil men hamesha chubhty hen,
Ban aansu aankh men rehty hen..

MusaratAli

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Poetry, Random

When the silence enfolds me..

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Out in the ocean, there is an island. Where dreams live. And in those dreams, hundreds of memories, thousands of conversations and millions of thoughts survive. They cherish the moments of happiness and live the eternal life. Life that is far beyond the laws, rules, norms, values and culture. There lives a single race. They speak a common language. The language of love.

There is no racism there. No gender inequality. No religion. No faith. No war. No crime. No time. No space.

When the silence enfolds me, I go there sometimes. To live my dream. To sense the purity within me. But I see there Him only. Him, the One. The eternal. Smiling.

Out in the space, where there is vacuum. Where there is dark matter. That no one can see. But He. The Creator.

When the silence enfolds me, I bow down to Him. And say You’re the greatest. He tells me then, to look within, there you’ll find me.

That island is inside me. I am the ocean.

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Poetry

Ranjish Hi Sahi

Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhaany keliye aa,
Aa phir se mujhe chorr ke jaany ke liye aa..

Pehly se maraasim na sahi phir bhi kabhi toh,
Rasm o rah e dunya hi nibhaany keliye aa..

Kis kis ko bataaein ge judaayi ka sabab hum,
Tu mujhse khafaa hy toh zamaany keliye aa..

Kuch toh mere pindaar e mohabbat ka bharam rakh,
Tu bhi toh kabhi mujhko manaany keliye aa..

Ik umr se hoon lazzat e giryaan se bhi mehroom,
Ae raahat e jaan mujhko rulaany keliye aa..

Ab tak dil e khush fehim ko hen tujh se umeeden,
Yeh aakhri shammen bhi bujhaany jeliye aa..

Maana ke mohabbat ka chupaana hy mohabbat,
Chupke se kisi roz jataany keliye aa..

Jaisy tumhen aaty hen na aany ke bahaany,
Aisy hi kisi roz na jaany keliye aa..

Ahmed Faraz

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