Zaat Se Zaat Taak

Wo Jin K Dil Main Fasl-e-Ghum Ne Dairy Daal Rakhe Hon

Chiraagh-e-Shab Ko Jese Aandhiyaan Achi

Nahi Lagti

Kuch Aisy Hi Humain Khush-Fehmiyan Achi

Nahi Lagti.

Jinhe Sony K Pinjray Main Ghiza Mil Jaye

Chaandi Ki

Unhe Phir Umar Bhar Aazadiyan Achi Nahi

Lagti.

Wo Jin K Dil Main Fasl-e-Ghum Ne Dairy

Daal Rakhe Hon

Unhe Phoolon Pe Bethi Titliyan Achi nhi

Lagti.

Mera Dil Chahta Hai K Unhe Ab Aaina

Dikhaun

Wo Jin Ko Dusron Ki Khamiyaan Achi Nahi

Lagti...

apna Gham leke kahin aur na jaya jaaye.

apna Gham leke kahin aur na jaya jaaye.

ghar men bikhri hoi chizon ko sajaya jaaye.

jin chiragon ko havaaon ka koi Khauf nahin.

un chiragon ko havaaon se bachaya jaaye.

baag men jaane ke aadaab huwa karte hain..

kisi titli ko na phoolon se uraaya jaaye.

Khudkushi karne ki himmat nahin hoti sab me.

aur kuch din yun hi auron ko sataaya jaaye.

ghar se masjid hai bahut dor chalo yun kar len.

kisi rote huwe bache ko hansaya jaaye.

Har ek cheez adhoori hai.

Woh kehti hai.

Mere hathon ki mehndi mein.

Meri ankhon ke kaajal mein.

Mere honthon ki laali mein.

Meri zulfon ke aanchal mein.

Har ek cheez adhoori hai.

Ke jese

Tum mere bina.

Aur

Mein tere bina.

Ab K Mohabton Me Ye Kya Muajzay Huay.

Ab K Mohabton Me Ye Kya Muajzay Huay.

Ham Khud Ko Sochte Hain Tujhe Sochte Huay.

IK Baar Tujh Ko Soch Sar.E.Sham Aur Phir.

IK Aur Raat Beet Gai Jaagtay Huay.

Ham Manzil.E.Adam K Andheron Me Kho Gaye.

Jab Se Alag Tumhare Mere Raastay Huay.

Jab Aaghi Ki Nabz Thi Tu Pata Chala.

Kitnay Baras Guzar Gaye Tujh Se Milay Huay.

Main Ne Kaha K Dunya Me Koi Nahi Mera.

Us Ne Kaha K Aj Se Hum Ap K Huay.

Poet

Ali Hassan Sheraazi

A Broken Flower Love Poem by Daniela Cuellar

A Broken Flower
Don't look at it.
It's not what it appears.
It smiles.
It laughs.
It is not real.
It's hurt.
Touch it, it'll break.
Look at it, it'll drown.
It'll cry until it hurts.
It's haunted.
The thoughts of you tear it apart.
Why can't it let go?
What has it become?
It was once happy, now, just upset.
It was once laughing, now, cries until death.
Its heart was wide open, now, hard as a rock.
A smile.
It haunts it.
It tears it apart.
Leave.
It doesn't want you.
Why can't it let go?
A shadow.
Behind it.
Hurting.
So sore.
It will hide 'till forever.
Its want will not cease.
You will not find it.
It will not live in peace.
Yes, it will fall.
Fall as it please.
You will not catch it.
It will let go, as much as you call.
It will not answer, as much as you want.
It is done with you.
Leave.
It will cry out the hurt.
Don't look at it.
Please.
It will let go.
It's not what it appears.
It is not the real "me".
Until someone comes back, like this it will be.
Touch it, it'll break.
Kiss it, it'll bleed.
It doesn't want to hurt you.
Please!
Leave it be!
It starts as a seed.
It blooms as a flower.
It'll grow and it'll grow.
Grow by the hour.
Please let it go.
Just let it hide.
Because after it blooms, it'll shrivel and die.