I am soil

I am soil in a shape
In me is some flowing water
Some say my ancestor was ape
And then some dealt in barter

I learnt to make fire
Cook food and boil water
Some say I invented a lot
And slowly became smarter

I learnt to make pollute
Being selfish and luxurious
And made clean rivers dilute
Even dirtied deep ground water

Still I admire you love
And often lost in thoughts
If I wasn’t ever made
How beautiful you would be

That is the irony oh dear Nature
Admiration is in my trait
You have ever given us selfless
Always keep open the gate

A walking dream

By the roadside I walked,
in the Himalayan jungle.
All alone, all alone,
in every step, thinking of you.

Trees alpine, breeze was fine,
in the narrow paths, of the hills.
All alone, all alone,
in every step, thinking of you.

They said, there are cats,
wild dogs, and junglee bats.
I kept walking, all alone,
in every step, thinking of you.

I had fear, oh my dear,
i may not get a chance, to see you again.
That kept me talking, to myself,
in every step, thinking of you.

I rememberd a hut, with painted walls,
but could only see the color of you.
Sun had set, and I saw your eyes,
and sparkling droplets, dropping down your cheek.

The moment had stopped, for an eternity,
when I thought so many things.
I discovered the only meaning that is,
happiness, and greatest power, love.

My heart felt, so very light,
in that, one dark night.
Even when the sky wasn’t blue,
I was thinking, I was with you.

I felt happy, and so stupid,
in the misty, shivering cold.
All alone, all alone,
in every step, I was thinking, I was thinking of you.

Lovely school days

Laughter and smile, for no logical reasons,
the life was full of, those magical seasons.
Memories of past kept me holding,
of teacher’s tight slap and tough scolding.

A little lovely buttefly,
that flapped wings tenderly.
It flew outside the window,
when I sat quite, oberving it mannerly.

It was noticed, and teacher was yelling “behold”,
I couldn’t help it, my attention was sold.
Its funny as a child, although a bit mild,
I had this habit, that seemed so old.

Once I failed, and parents scolding, yelling out loud,
I felt my future is as opaque, as a dark cloud.
The ambition was totally misplaced, so was the fate,
I thought there is no way, I could see the success gate.

Laughter and smile, for no logical reasons,
the life was full of, those magical seasons.
A lot has changed, in the long years range,
I’m still chasing success, isn’t that strange.

But still I do

You are so mysterious, a lil bit serious.
The wait is so damn tedious, but still I do.
I think I would talk, for a little while walk.
Why do I even care, but still I do.

I’ve been imagining, and I don’t even try.
I don’t wanna really cry, but still I do.
I am joyous so much, often lost as such,
oh heavens and angels, why it is so.

Have I become crazy, bloody thoughtful and hazy.
I wish I don’t enjoy this, but still I do.
Talking to myself, to pen and paper, to little ants and sky-scraper.
Shivering in the sun, why sweating in the moon, but still I do.

You are so mysterious, a lil bit serious.
The wait is so damn tedious, but still I do.
I think I would talk, for a little while walk.
Why do I even care, but still I do.

Untill the sun is bright

Pulse rate, in a busy state,
heart beats, slow and dim.
I’m confused, oh why the fate,
my life expectancy, is so slim.

Click click, I’m hearing fine,
blink blink, my vision is nine.
Gulp gulp, taste okay,
pinch an inch, and I can feel.

Ah, then let me dream,
of the life I desire, and tiny things I aspire.
Let me scream, out and loud,
maybe something small, of that I am proud.

I’m feeling low, that may be so,
the paths is rough, and a long way to go.
Never back down, now I would write,
and fulfill a dream, untill the sun is bright.

Ek chhoti si nazam

Thak gaye they qissey-kahaniyan padh ke,
nazam bhi koi aur pasand aati nahin thi.
Zara tham ja ae dil tu bhi kuch sabar kar,
mere bas mein nahin wo yaad jaati nahin thi.

Umeed chahat ki kyun baandhi thi tune,
kyun tune they itne armaan sajaye.
Ek jhalak nazar aati thi uski musalsal,
woh khaabon-khayalo mein hi bin bulaye.

Apne paraye se hone lage kab,
bheed mein bhi tanha hone lage the.
Tanha hote phir bhi hote nahin the,
woh khaabon mein aksar mile bin bulaye.

Phir socha chalo tarqeeb hum bhi rachayen,
in palon ko thode harfon mein sajayen.
Ab padh chuke woh qissey-qaseedey kisi ke,
ek chhoti si nazam ab hum bhi banayen.

Urdu:

ایک چھوٹی سی نظم

تھک گئے تھے قصّے کہانیاں پڑھ کے
نظم بھی کوئی اور پسند آتی نہیں تھی

ذرا تھم جا اے دل تو بھی کچھ صبر کر
میرے بس میں نہیں وہ یاد جاتی نہیں تھیں

امید چاہت کی کیوں باندھی تھی تونے
کیوں تونے تھے اتنے ارماں سجاے

ایک جھلک نظر آتی تھی اسکی مسلسل
وہ خوابوں -خیالوں میں ہی بن بلاے

پھر سوچا چلو ترکیب ہم بھی رچایں
ان پلوں کو تحوڈے حرفوں میں سجاییں

پڑھ چکے وہ قصّے – قصیدے کسی کے
ایک چھوٹی سی نظم اب ہم بھی بنایں

Raah wo mushkil

Raah wo mushkil thi, uspe chalen kaise,
bas ek kadam badhya, aur badhte chale gaye.

Manzil phir kareeb thi, faasle mittey gaye,
bekadar -o- besabar, phir hausle girtey gaye.

Phir yaad aaya, woh faisala,
woh waada jo kiya tha khud se.

Ki kar mito, ya ki mar mito,
jo maqsad marhala tahrir ho.

Urdu:

راہ وہ مشقل تھی ، اسپر چلیں کیسے ،
بس ایک کدم بڑھایا، اور بڑھتے چلے گئے .

منزل فر قریب تھی ، فاصلے مٹ تے گئے ،
بےقدر -و -بسبر ، پھر حوصلے گرتے گئے .

پھر یاد آیا ، وہ فیصلہ ،
وہ وادہ جو کیا تھا خودسے .

کی کر مٹو ، یا مر مٹو ،
جو مقصد مرحلہ تحریر ہو .