You cant escape reality
When it hugs you like a casket
Ready to burry you deep into the ground
It’s there where you I found
The roar of clouds
Or shining of Sun
When I saw you it all seemed a Fun
Whether the black Cuckoo on your windowsill
Playing the music with her projecting beak
Or the disseminate of Rain drops on your cheeks
All remind me the days of jolliness
Its all your beautiful curls among the wilderness
The dangling earrings dancing with the wind
And the long braids moving with the breeze
The sway of your feet in the waters of Lidder
Every drop seemed Sind
Come and hold me near
It’s all along the banks of jehlum
Jun 1, 2020
Jun 1, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC
The sound on the streets of lalchowk
Remind me of my past
When my father took my little hand into his
Now it's lost
Where's the time
Being child everything my mine ...
The travelling along the Road of panthachowk
The sky touching poplar trees
The paddy fields full of grass hoppers
The mesmerizing butterflies on the flowers of almond tress ....
The waters of jehlum's anticipating sound
Being child everything was mine
The rowing of boats along the Dal
Going picnic to Manasbal..
The biting of the pencil reminds me of that excitement
That curiousity of looking at insects
Where is the past
Do u think it's lost ...
Those days I was making a clays house
Now these days on internet I browse ....
What I got
What I forgot
The days I used to eat cotton candy
And lick one rupee orange icecream
Now where's the time
Being child everything was mine
The olden days !!
Where are those golden days
Let me be a child again
Let me wonder along the streets and karewas to regain....
Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 10:33 AM UTC
Sound of sea gull
Diving into the dal
The sound of fisherman
Shouting greetings to one another
The smell of lotus
The sight of blue sky,
The feel of hot sun
Searches None!!!
The sparrows saunter Everything looks Canvas of painter
The Cuckoo Ready to call
Wakeup it's Time for all
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:18 AM UTC
The Rain is falling and
Calling
The Heart of Mine is Thine
The Cuckoo calling
The Rain is Falling
The Flowers playing Hide and seek
The parakeets dancing at Wastoorwan peak
My Heart meeting your Heart
The downpour crossing the Heat
The nimbus is falling
And calling
Silence is the language of Love
And only good time is Now
Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 8:46 AM UTC
Born like other
I also have Mother
i am teacher
i am teacher
some call me call teacher
Some call me cheater
Do u know I also am sweeter....
Some call me weird
But to make your son best
i always tried
To imped evils
from the side of devils....
I saved your sibling from waste
I am the Teacher I never Haste
I never Fuss what money I get
I give u my life and U BET !!!
I nourish your son
When you yourself shun...
Still you treat me like a best !!!!
You Slaughter my Heart and Cook your feast !!
Still never mind
I AM TEACHER
I AM PREACHER....
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
The snow puffs on the lonely trees of my yard...
Zephyr falling on the rheumy ground,,,
My Heart beating
With no sound!!!!!
My Heart beating with no sound!!!!!
Moist ground intimate
With moist eyes :::
The Parakeets holdback Spring to come,
The peak of KHARABALL,
All Milky with fresh snow
Once Sunshine Gnaw...
Looking above the minerates of my Masjid,,,
I saw your image
Waiting for me...
Let us again we should be we
As we are we
As we are we
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 8:02 AM UTC
Poem dedicated to you
Those looks
Always make me forgot Books...
Nothing so shine
When I call you mine...
Whenever I feel lazy
Your coming made me crazy...
Touching your soft hand
I feel like a magic wand...
Staring into your eyes
RAYEES Catching the stars along the skies...
I am your's
You are mine
Together we always shine
Never forgot you r mine..
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC
I listen to cry of Mother
I gaze the sister lament !
My brother no more
The dream of being bride raze !!!!
Father mourn on the Carcass of son..
The Son Whom he used to talk at evening !!!
Close to day , Father watching the Son in the jaws of Death...
The granny's House ablaze !!
So burn mother's trousseau....
The birds nest have no more eggs!!!
No more grasshoppers hop in my fields...
No more children
No more hide and seek #
I hear no more ducks crook..
Along the Lakes ***
The wind don't dare to gush !!!
Along the mount Pirpanjal
Autumn bewail
In my vale ...
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
I sat along the golden leaves of chinars
Autumn working like a zinner....
The nest lay unlatched ,
The stars above uncatched..
The spectre of winter embezzle every Hope of spring...
The snow puffs primed to Hug the buttercups .....
The Heart ablazed with the thoughts of death,
When the spring accompanying Autumn !!!!
When I "ll be laid in the bottom ....
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:07 PM UTC
The long walks along the green meadows of Wastorwan ...
The long spiel of old man at sward..
The blooming tulips at foothills of Zabarwan
My soul forage whereabouts???
The days catching the stars along the Empyrean ...
The days making clay castles
My soul forage Whereabouts ???
The flames of hot Nunchai,
From the Konforka of Samovar,
Once laden on the old woman's Head
ALL NOW BURIED AND DEAD!!!!!
The Whizz after butterflies,
The chords of Gazals,
No more Heart Enthrall,
As all dark and grey !!
Still Here I Lay !!!!
Still Here I Lay !!!!
In the country of Dead
Where everything seems Red
Where everything seems Red
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC