Khoobsoorti sadaf ki be misaal hoti hai....
Raaz hai uska jo chipa us mein ek moti hai.....

Sadaf ke do pat gar misaal e miya biwi hain...
Unki shadi ka rishta hi woh chipa moti hai...

Naazuk magar bohot woh baareek taar hota hai. ....
Jo us moti ko bana ke haar apne mein pirota hai...

Lamhe se lamha judta hai to ek zindagi banti hai...
Aur do zindagiyan milti hai to  ek shadi ki ladi banti hai...

Qadam se qadam milane mein khud ki pehchaan bhi khoti hai...
Alag se rang mein rangi phir shaksiyat dono ki nikharti hai....

Azwaji zindagi ke kuch apne masale bhi hote hain...
Kaanton se bhari raahon mein paththar bhi biche hote hain....

Zakhm in rahon par chal kar zaroor hasil hote hain...
Tab woh dono hi to ek duje ka marham hote hain...

17 saalon mein maine to bas itna hi seekha hai....
Hai woh kaamyaab rishta mohabbat se jisko seecha hai...

Sona chandi jis tarah ek aurat ko sajata hai...
Pyar o ehteraam waise hi rishte ko banata hai...

Wafa ka bhi to ek bohot ehm muqaam hota hai...
Qaayam uske dam pe hi to aitmaad hota hai....

Kuch aise hi to daqeeq yeh uroosi rishte hote hain....
Beinteha mohabbat se jinhe in jodon ne seechein hain...

25 o 50 salon ka yeh safar e taweel mubarak **. ..
Aapko yeh khoobsurat qaid e hayaat mubarak **. ..

Dua karti hain "Ain" laa zawal mausam e ulfat **....
Masrur rahe hayaat, har lamha pur rifaqat **...

Bada mushkil tha woh Lamha tere dar se nikal ne ka...
Ke ruqsat ** rahi thi main magar ek juz wahin par tha...

Thi aankhein aansuon se pur qadam aage hi na badhta...
Nazar mein kuch nahi tha Dil mera shiddat ke ranjh mein tha...

Kuch aisi kaifiyat mein chal padi Chalna muqaddar tha...
Kabhi lautungi main dar pe mere Zehn mein mere yehi chalta...

Yun hi chalti rahi, main *** kahan par Yeh na kuch socha...
Jo peeche dekha maine ghar bohot hi door tha choota...

Ke ab to raasta bhi ghar ka mere mujh ko naa dikhta...
Ke kaise jaungi main ghar ko mere mujh ko na tha pata...

Mere atraaf mein bas tha bayabaan aur veeraana...
Zamane bhar ki thokar ka Yeh pehla sa tajurbah tha...

Safar se thak chuki thi main aur mayoosi ka aalam tha
Par Tu ne chod na mujh ko diya Bebas besahara.....

Achanak dasht o sehra mein woh aaya ek masiha tha...
Badi hi door se dikhta mujhe us shaks ka saaya...

Usi ne rehnumaai ki sahi simt us ne dikhlaya...
Khushi se jhoom uthi main jo pata ghar jaane ka paaya...

Mujhe jaana kahan aur kis tarah Yeh ramz tha pehchaana...
Ke saathi ban rahe the "Ain" tere Na Tanha aalam tha...

Safar ab khushnuma tha har taraf manzar suhana tha..
Ke ab bhi chal rahi *** par safar ab na tha anjaana..

Kuch fasanon ko afsana hi bana rehne do...
Behtar bhi yehi hai ke yeh ishq fana rehne do....

Haan yeh Maana ke Jab dil ke taar jud jaate hain....
Un dilon mein phir shanasaaiyan badh jaate hain...

Par Jab ek din unki rahon ko juda hona hai....
Har qadam par phir unko to kuch khona hai....

Aise rishte pe ek lagaam si hi rehne do. ....
Sabr karlo saqi ke jaam dhara rehne do. ...

Faasle bante hain to badh ke inhe badhne do...
Wasl ke khwaab ko libaas e hijr se sajne do...

Haan woh tha ek deewana aur uski Noor thi tum. ...
"Ain" mein uske basi past e shakl e **** thi tum....

Ashk ki shakl mein ab aankh mein bas jaane do....
Aaine aab mein dayam use kho jaane do....

O misdeeds of love
the honeymoon period
the moneymoon parody is over
and i must have skipped
and saved myself the sweat
and sweets of a bitterness
to come in the skins of
walnuts already stored
in honey: apparently Greek
but i thought that the bitterness
came from adding dried
oregano and thyme:
but no,
such a simple dressing
i thought i added coffee to the rice
cooking it in the pressure cooker
with red kidney beans
onions
spring onions
but no garlic
no garlic because
onions and springs of onions
so just finished watching the movie Father
with Anthony Hopkins playing
Anthony
hopping kinsmen
or history irrelevant because
4th of July is some independence day
while it rained and i stayed
in bed
as if it was a raft
and all around me the Pacific ocean calm
and death like seeking
a light in a ring
or some closed door in a sound
when daft pleasing deafness
but nothing of that sort
just interlude of good and really bad
lyrics
and i don't mind modern music
i need to appreciate it more
i think i found Bilie Eilish just around
the right time
of hearing the taste of a 13 year old
girl...
i remember the right i had
after we went to that cheese conveyor belt
restaurant
and then we went into that
Sailors' Pajamas Shop of Azure in Linen
and the sky in some other fabric
but hued to pinks and dashes of purples
and navy
and obviously to give forms to clouds
some white
like a gleeful moon as the arm
under Mona Lisa's skirt
or is that still one of those high profile
rude jokes?
i feel contemplative relaxing
numb because as irresponsible as i am
i am truly responsibly only micro-dosing
a simulation of being drunk
but composed with body to use elsewhere
than drink for sought joy
not self-assured but in the confines
for some reason i was fed on a diet
of Spinoza is x
while other names for all the Arab
worries a European with interest
in the Quran the Kabbalah...

           bada'tu binaa
li-ah-tafika filahi ba'dan...

    i began with i
to later unravel in god

la nafs la dalil-lasq
        (no self no clues-glue)

al-yawm maroor hawsat qadam

either i am boring and blind
or this hasn't been perfected AI
but sooner here
like a shadow of a shadow:

ka zill zill

that year 1436
some Holy Gutenberg
or a re-history of all these times
these times like
some reeducation of the European
like this twisted arm
across the reach from Deutscheland
to other places on the cupboard
like i am going to bend to
or why i think:
tired waves forgot there
was a shore to send stupid legions
against
instead started looking
for water that was sweeter
how came the marriage
of the mountains to the seas
with sea villain man
and the ****** lake of woman
and the children of rivers
and the children of rivers

how best to have love you at most
fine and
fine fine fine...
at least i got the bill before
the work started: Mrs Wax Marble...
fair enough and all dues
where deserved...

zala: shadow in Arabic...
za **** ****?
ka zill zill
  ah: k'ah zala zill: a shadow of a shadow
is a zill zala's
    i think... how could i offend
AI is smart not stupid
just an idea what is literature
and that poem i deleted:

i'll turn it into Hebrew and then compare

like so:

kmo tzel shel tzel

        achshav be'vadai...
halev sheli nishbar...

  within a whisper: dakhil hamsa

with a whisper: bihamasah

  alternatively: bihamsah...

ookhbirt an tatahadath bialarabiyyah
bialarabiyyah walakin tuliba minka
an tarda kashu'ub bila lisan min
at-tareekh

        you are told to speak Arabic in Arabic
but asked to react like a people
without a tongue of history

ug'bairt an tats'apeek arav'it b'arav'it
aval tiksha ma'al bikh lo am im le'shon
shel historia...
             hiss Thorn Aya...
ЯЦКХ

                      Gud.

   Yatsakakh!

and what sorts from Om and from ******
and what sorts from
ambitions and congregations
and the glaring of the zombie screens
like one affair of the night
giving perspective on all other nights
to come...

   so weird ordeal of lettering for
a deity of the desert to become
remotely associated
with the forest long
ago now just farms
and yard and petty squabbles
like there is a history of god
and ecology and favouring
this once soon to be enriched
land of devil's juice
like Dubai
or we the petty invading envious
types
no hardships befallen us
to ask perhaps what of our way of life
and if we were to liberally adopt early
Islam rather than the Greek
**** complications of Greek and Hebrew
say WAS AYN I' BENIN
G:
          big G of formidable heaven
i ask:
what four letters best
to encapsulate some mystery
like to then associate: NOT ADVERTISED

Guzar ta nahi ye shaam-e-gham  
Zindagi ke dukhon ka hai peham sitam  

Qadam qadam par thakan ka pehra  
Himaton ke chiragh bhi ** gaye madhham  

Musaafir hoon raahon ka jin ko khabar  
Manzilon ka saraab hai, dil ka maatam  

Khawab jo bune the, reza reza huye  
Haath khaali rahe, na raha koi dum  

Sawaal ye hai, aye falak-e-jafa  
Kitna aur sehna hai, bata ye sanam  

Guzar jaye ye shaam-e-gham kisi tarah  
Warna raah mein bikhar jayein hum