While the world enjoys online pleasures
dig knowledge, research for work treasures
We, here in Pakistan, face snail's slow internet
I can't use social media, see my Love too I bet
Offline to  end,and we have to be online again
Or my world shall be lone, forgetful and in pain

Ever wonder about the blessing of a home?
To feel the gift of God Almighty shlome
The one we live in, not made with bricks
There ain't any wood or man made tricks
Yes, the very earth we live on with right
As if we have it straight and uptight
The might of nature, the trees dance
The flowers bloom, grass smiles chance
This is our home, our very beloved earth
This is where we pass time, death and birth

Money is a felony
Come to me honey
*** is just a new cause
Serves the sin clause
Be gay and happy, no worries
Be full of life, eating cherries

Rich clouds shower love's rain

Upon thirsty lands of lovers minds

Seeding, ripening for the fertile flock

Comes her face; her charming features

O nature! Why you play with the sleeping ones?

One falls for you, the other for trapping love

Where is the savior?To whom do we pray?

Bitter means of deceit and corruptions play

With our minds and souls, hearts and bodies

Love is pure deceit: I shout nature- Both to blame

Blessed I am to have you here
To touch your apple cheeks dear
To feel the warmth of your true love
And cherish all here, down or above
I am so lucky, to have the lucky charm
Of nuptial beauty, charismatically warm
O love, my love! You are what I'd convert
This world may end, death comes,so what?

Social Media Iceberg
the iceberg’s fleeting gleam,
A glimpse of truth, buried in the stream.
Do you feel the furnace, the stifling weight,
Of masks we wear, concealing fate?

A flood of thoughts, suffocating and grim,
Killing the voice that once burned within.
A lifetime of hurt, sincerity drowned,
In the chilling silence where echoes resound

It was a dreadful night in mid summer,
Crackers of memories were sobering,
I paced toward home, in a melancholy
Of mood and hurt, love lost, betrayed
By a Sweet poisonous lass, On the way
Suddenly, twas' a figure aside the road,
Calm and tall, shadowless dark and lanky
My veins filled with fear, blood froze and eyes
Startled. No misery in life could beat
Misery of meeting an alien. I forgot
My troubles of life and ran for dear life.
As I glanced back, it was a tree and no aliens,
My hallucinations made it one. I cursed my fear and ran my more dear to live my life
Once again.

A Lambert chuckle was it, resting deep
Into frightful circle of trees, thereof, opening
Lantern of hope dies, shall I be more esteemed?
Rumbling with the grave of a sinner, tears wiped or not?
Shrugged is the gestures, of a dead man talking
Twittering in moans, voices of the wild mixed
Shallow timber puffs symphonies of death out loud
The decay is here’ where the deceased live no more
The final decay arrives; you shall see the color of her eyes!
The devil lives in them and smiles; Ah, the chanting