Escape

I want to go.

All the while 

Till there is none.

Nor he, nor she, 

Not even You. 

A place far away. 

And farther away, 

Not just woods ,

But still beyond. 

Not along shores, 

Buzzing with waves,

Or lush meadows, 

Buzzing with chirps. 

Not in the oceans, 

Where creatures creep. 

Or still rocky hills,

Where life does subsist. 

I toiled through nights, 

And slumbered in days. 

Till I reached 

The Holy Cove. 

Past all gone. 

Future not in sight. 

Everything subtle .

But yet and, still, 

There I was!

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Gazal

Darenche dil e umeed kuch hai tou tum ho.
Raaz e tabasum maujood kuch hai tou tum ho.

Hum ko maloom hai haqeeqat wafa lekin..
Dil e khasta ka sarood kuch hai tou tum ho.

Gar jane na kabi Kaabe ki haqeeqat hum ne
Fazail haq mere sajood kuch hai tou tum ho..

Na jane humne bisat e waqt kabi hakimu se
Daur e rawan ke namrood kuch hai tou tum ho..

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Me.. We.. And I.

Once usual, I got a morning beam,
Running through the day all serene.
Wishing to move from ones to team,
I grasped the heart as also the brain.
Days flew across as months passed too,
Being in company all in oneness alone,
Joys squared, dumps diminishing so.
Wishing for a time up to all ever grown,
Destined it was from side one and all.
Hopes were high,  expectations soar.
Till the day befell with a fallen fall,
Putting apart the bonds crust to core.
Taking away soul of a perfect alliance.
Thus,  pierced me apart in utter silence..

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Hmmm....

Zindagi main tere aana tabeer e khawab hogaya.
Mehak gaye lamhe sare, har pal shadab hogaya.
Deed e sakoon ki aise, dekhna sairaab hogaya
Munkise Rukh yuun, be rukh mahtaab hogaya.
Khawab is pe ki main be shamil khawab hogaya
Ik apne nawaah e subuhh ka in-ti-khaab hogaya.
Neend se uthke, haqeeqat se hum khithab hogaya.
Har manzar,  pase manzar, manad sarab hogaya.
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Salab e Tahreer

Charag e toor reh guzaar na hua.
Phir apna koi gum gusaar na hua.

Araish e khayal se mutmain the sabi,
Hum ko mallal hai deedaar na hua.

Shamil o shareek ik yaar hum hue.
Jis yaar ka koi ikh-ti-yaar na hua.

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Salab e Tahreer

Kuch yun ahle hakam ke hum qarazdar hogaye    
Jo charagain jalte rahte deedar hota kis kis ka        
   
Chaauoon se uske guzarta, raqs ke paimane main.
Nazr main aata banda jo kirdaar hota kis kis ka.      
        
Sar jukaae baithe the, ki tabiyat kuch theek na thi                           
Haal jo apna pooch wo lete, bimaar hota kis kis ka.

Na hota seene main paiwast izhar ka khazina..
Bayan hum karte saleqe se, guftar hota kis kis ka.

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Salab e Tahreer

is arizoo pe shama bujaye rakhe the
wo aaye ki ghar ko sajaye rakhe the.

Anjam se kab koi waqif nahi hota
Mudt se dil ko behlaye rakhe the.

Waaiiz uljata beruni rasamu se
Ghar main apne, maikhana rakhe the

Amad pe uske barasne ke liye
Hum badaloon ko manaye rakhe the.

Ik us dost ki talash main Faiq!
Hum charag e dil jalaye rakhe the.

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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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