Time & Life

At the mercy of time

I spent my days running

Dictated by a watch’s hand

Wishing for a poet’s day

I get older by the minute

Hoping for hopes of after years

Losing the life in my hand

I live on handouts of time

A life that by no means is mine

Second-hand me in first hand time

Pic Courtesy: Awais Kazi

Simply Simple

When our knives were blunt

And no one stabbed in the backs

When hearts were sweeter

And no one had that mouth

When pinkies were promises

And not meant to be broken

When fingers were to hold on

And not to showcase

When hearts were blessed

And no one stole my joys

Come back my life that was simply simple

And no knives were so sharp

इंसां का ख़ुदा

कितना कमज़ोर  है इंसां का ख़ुदा
की किसी क़ाफ़िर के हँसने से उसका सीना छलनी हुआ जाता है
कितना कमज़ोर है इस इंसां का इमां
की किसी के मज़ाक से यूँ डगमगा सा जाता है
किस ख़ुदा की इबादत वो करते है
जो महज़ इंसां  के बनाने से ख़ुदा हुआ जाता है















Kindly do not translate and read. The entire meaning is changed.
Image clicked by: Richa Vani

Deep Gray Angst

Your eyes get clouded

With deep gray angst

And your smile appears that tries to hide

Your efforts of control

Beaded black eyes

And pink colored smile

Only you can make it happen

Anger that rises ounce by ounce

Hidden beneath a smile that melts away heat

What a beautiful contrast - Yet so deadly

A look to kill

A look to destroy

A look to say it all

Black beads stay stagnant

Pink curves keep changing

A look so intense

A look so wondrous

A look that tears down all

Clouds, I never knew could be so intense

Beauty of black ocean

With hint of pink has slaughtered all