In the teeth of adversity,
My prayers steered me to harbour
They are my hope, my confidence,
My patience and essence of my faith...

My mouth is a vase
Blue blooms bloom
And when I speak
Fragrance goes out
For your respect

No one asked me my choice for my name.
Today its meaning flows out through my mouth to every one.
My great fortune to be christened as "Arshad".

When I meet them I ssy

Be good, it's our treasure
The rest is just shadow

The distance between a human
And an animal is love..

I'm not against silence:

Silence of the laborious sea at night,
Silence after the gnawing at the drawer wood,
Silence when the ball falls and tips and then gets stuck in a hole,
Silence when the dog chases a cat and stops,
Silence of the mother's crying to get his lost son back,
Silence of the patient to get relief in pain in his gladder,
And silence of drones with truce between two countries;

But I'm against your silence:
Silence of your rolling lips,
Silence of your tongue that
Prints out complaint slips,
Silence of your hands
That avoid to hit my shoulders in chafe,
And silence when you move away without making love.

I thought my two hands were not enough to give food to the poor
But when I hugged an injured deer
I felt I had given lot of through my four hands

Whatever we do,
Whatever we say,
Whatever we see,
Whatever we touch

There's some love

So we are alive

Introduce to your child
Mosque, not the mobile

It must know the destination of its life

Kisses before marriage
Is not a good business
In the beginning it's prosperous
But later on it ends with a bang
And its sound is too loud to our weak ears

Rain is downpour this year.
Everything is swimming.
Cows, dogs are in jeopardy.
They cannot get Rain Baseraa
By the government. It's a human thing.
It's we can be their brothers,
Sisters and parents,
But the task is the toughest.
My two hands cannot shelter them all.
They're too many in the lanes, on the roads.
I wish I had six hands
Alleviate their sufferings.

But we have limitations
That uspet us when things slip out of our hands
Yet we have to accommodate the spacious wishes
In the less space.

I asked a lizard,
Crawling on my window glass,
How it successfully achieves its goal.
It said........ Patience.

Which are better, more laborious,
Ants or butterflies?

This question and its answer is never going to help me.

I must follow them to get the answer myself
And squeeze out something for my progress

Poems come from God
If I go there to take all
I can't claim they are mine