Do You Remember

Do You Remember

You threw me in the corner of a cage, waiting to see
when paradise wind would blow from your hair.

From beginning to end you gave to everybody,
to paupers your assets and riches, peri.

Pauper Mazun cannot tolerate. He rips
his collar with his hand, making his eyes tearful.

Endures because of you, wipes with your skirt,
in view of your eyelashes, his tearful eyes, peri.
  

Jun, 18 2010     387 chars (3 sms)     2037 views       

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ub kauon roshni se darte ho faraz.
tum tu kahte thy mujhe chaand chahye.
''SUHAGRAT KI RAAT

LADKA : ( KAMRE ME AAKE )
JALDI KADPE UTARO

DULHAN NE KAPDE UTARE
LADKA KAM KAR KE BOLA

JALDI KAPDE PEHAN LO
DHULA AANE WALA HAI''
kon jane k kua hona hai ub k janam ....

tum her kisi se muhbat ki umeed na kua kar..
"ZINDAGI EK
RAAT HAI"

Jiss Main Na Jane Kitney Khaab Hain,

Jo Mill Jayen Woh Apne Hain,

Jo Toot Jaain Woh Sapne Hain..

....Good Night....
nazar uthaa kabhee gham ke siyaah-khaano''n par.
isee andhere ko aankho''n kaa noor hone de,
Sardar to a girl....kia tum mujh se shadi kero gi...? Girl..tameez se baat kero...Sardar..Behan Ji,kia aap mujh se shadi karein gi.... ?
Aksar uddas rehta hoon
Shehr-e-tanhaee say
Koi qaafila
Teri simt jata nahi
Kon hay jo teri khabar day
Mujhay !
Anjaan rahon pay
Gaye waqt ki dhool kay siwa
Kuch nahi..........
shayad iss lye mai aksar udaas rehta hon
"I Know Somebody,

They Cry For You. They Lie Awake

At Night And Dream Of You.

I Bet You Never Even Know They Do,

But Somebody''s Crying."
*MeN dy raha hoN tumheN khud sy ikhtlaaf ka haq

*Yeh ikhtlaaf ka haq hy, mukhalfat ka naheN
Teri yaadain
december ki shaboon jaise
Jo aati hian tou jana bhool jati hain
Ek din tujse rutkar dekhna hai,

tere manane ka andaz dekhana hai.

abhi to do pal hi sath chale ho,

kab tak tum sath chaloge,

ek din yeh bhi dekhna hai.
Still, Majnun desires to become insane.
Still, Layla’s camel flees the caravan.

Still, the noise of Farhad’s pickaxe can be heard.
Still, Shirin’s tale is sweet to tell.

Who is calling and who is telling in the music of the saz?
Everything becomes musical. Who spends life from moment to moment?

Mazun says: “Who is here? Who is on there?”
He is here; he is there. Where is he?