Changes that are paid great wages
Just touched my life with this 'writing'
I knew never how I too paid my change
But oh yes my changes gained a more
Little before I knew something around
Manything around vanished and changed
And now the writing which
Has become my life beat, daily smile
And tear console and more and more in my life...

Mpk

Khuda was to life
Even though it was bragged
And dragged
Khuda was to family love
Even though there was million homeless
And houseless
Khuda was to smile
That visited all without discrimination
And counted sin
Khuda was to tears
That too visited all inspite of blessings
And great riches
Khuda was to Khuda
For the unseen presence
And unknown absence.
Rabba teri Khuda.

You wanna change me
From what I am
For this ****** heads
Who judge you by every turn.

You wanna make me perfect
From the beautiful imperfections of mine
For the perfect that ****** heads have designed
Who never ever know to see the real beauty.

You wanna see me good and crowdy
From the holy loneliness of mine
For standing amidst that crowd
Who knew not to respect from heart.

You wanna take me
From the peace of difference I created
For the motioning ***** drives
Who is emotionless of themselves.

You wanna me to be happy
Oh so do please let me
Live a lively life of mine
That I deciphered from the imperfections of mine.

Losing oneself into the breeze was wondrous,
Faulting someone else was slanderous,
Motioning to infinity without wings was flops,
I knew it's a moreover repetitious,
But for sure its own consciousness,
Not calligraphy of plagiarisms,
But that of blusterous
Like the great Helios.

She stood beside me
When I was really alone,
She knew me
More than I did myself,
But she knew not
That she was a gift of mine
And that lack of knowledge
Made her walk away from me.
Oh my friend
I know you for you
Became my ally when its needed
But you left me
Amongst a crowd with whom I laughed
But you ignored the sight
That I was just laughing there
Not happy indeed
And in that crowd you left me
Again leaving me to be alone.
But thank you
You was there with me
When I was broken
And you patched my wounds
Left me with a crowd
But I know
You are alone, so broken than I was.

I
am
healing
but I don't want you to take off your shoes in my home yet

I
am
healing
but I'm still afraid of your touch

I
am
healing
but while I'm healing, you're burning like a broken electric wire, and while you burn you bloom

so yes, I am healing
slowly
trembling
feeling numb
but healing

When he said
"You rarely smile with me,
You always turn to me blue,
But you talk so long
And happy when your friend call.
Doesn't that irritate me?"
She just turned to him
With tear drops on cheek
And with ocean in eyes,
With thunders in mind.
Her friend then told him
"The rare times when she
Smiled with you
Was then when you talk good of her.
You saw her flaws,
Told her to change.
You saw her blue
But ignored her grey.
You expected her shine
But you covered her with dark.
If you would have left her
With what she is,
Or do to her
What you expect from her,
She might not have even
Touched the phone
When you were beside."
Now, he turned to her
With tears in heart
And question marks in eyes
While her ocean poured out
With weight of the arrow
That pierced his heart.