and if we aver meet,
there will be moments,
i will look at you,
without any reason,
yet with a meaning,
i would love to see,
how you move your hands,
in space while talking,
how that pretty smile of yours,
spread on your pretty face,
and i would you to,
shake my hand,
and,
ask me whether i am listening to you........
-memoona kazmi

just when my wounds started healing,
he started visiting me,
to see if the wounds are okay,
so he could honor me with the new one

shut the door,
close the blinds,
hanging on those windows,
don't look out honey,
just look at the beautiful world,
i have built for you,
in this sweet little house,
look at the lilies we planted together,
they are now blooming,
don't look at the trees on fire,
see i have built a tree house for you,
forget the dead flowers in neighbor's garden,
see how happy we are in our own little world,
forget about the miseries of the world...........
-memoona kazmi

so many colours on a scattered on a page,
too many scars on a pretty face.......

a little headache,
and father running for doctor,
now ,
makeup hid all the scars,
a little lipstick and a little blush on,
to hide the injured lip and the cheeks that are dark,
a daughter had now become a a wife,
a daughter in law,a mother

i guess your part in the act of my life is over now,
i think i should draw the curtains of memories on your side...
_memoona kazmi

bahir sufi naach nachawey,
andar ishq dhamaalan paave