Salab e Tahreer

Sukhane zaar zaar main bi raag e  kamal us ka tha.
Duwlate sikhasta dil main bi husn o jamal us ka tha.

Yaadoon se tu door chale kisi aur dagar main hum
Mehfil agyar main bi pa shoor o khayal us ka tha.

Khulte dahane hum rahe aur raat yun hi gazar chale.
Pochte hum bi tou kya har sawal us ka tha.

Aaine gowhar hota to hai qasb e tarash bi to hai
Mujsme dekhe aur b hain koi na tamsaal us ka tha.

Irfan hum likhte gaye apne sab ranjish baham
Junhi aansoon tapak gaye har malal us ka tha.

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Riding Fantasy

Walking through the melancholy gates. I came across deep sentient states. I being, a soul of harbour being. Thy toiling slumber or in seeing. I waking up to the vacant dream. Thy making through by a scream. I rising to the laden cream n cafe. Thy having it all in a scorn farce. I rising to a beam in a jiff aloof. Thy dusting corpus be by cuff. I carass a tinge of prime repute. Thy slew a rope to tie with rebuke. All this being a think to thought. Can't just be humans, all apart.

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Fragilty!

Fragile is the belief,
That withstands witless.
As for the torn self,
Existence is in abyss.

Fragile is the Peace,
That be not to fortify
Rotten roots of a maze.
But, be a fickle of a fly.

Fragile is the bond
That longs for a grasp.
Be buzz to be of fond,
Slew stings of a wasp.

Fragile is the word,
Left with the breath.
Shan’t, be a sword,
Sheathed unto death!

Fragile is the fizz,
That soaks with the sip.
Drain whole bit of tizz,
And be with the dip.

Fragile is the soul,
That took a being.
Ought reign a coal,
Un-dusted by its zing.

Fragile is the beauty,
Quashing with a time.
Mays imply a scenty,
Thrashed or in prime!

Fragile is the wisdom
That takes for a reason.
Reaching to a seldom,
Lost with the season.

Fragile is the hope,
That ends with the sight.
Undaunted it be, to elope
Till the heights of flight.

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