"saq" poems
Home grown,
Alone in a city; lightless
And lifeless
But my memories priceless
Homegrown,
Far from you and
Far from who i came to be
Put the Art in Artificial
And struck the initial
Blow at the old me,
Inadvertently
And as my past passes away
I regret my present self,
It ain't really a gift
The cards were poorly dealt
Appropriately, im the dealer
The irony makes it clearer
That the life i chose goes
No where, this cul de saq.
This total lack of whole
Mirrors my solemn soul
Heroes are painted gold
But im rusty, i should fold
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 2:45 AM UTC
Subah-e-tamaam kay sozo gar
Khoon main nahay apnay lakht-e- jiggar
Aay soz-e-lab-e- baam, kia naghma gungunao gay,
Har roz ik nae tamanna jagao gay?
Unn hasrat bharay dilon main kia kia saaz bajao gay?
Aay saq-e- dil, yun hasraton main jeena bhe kia jeena
Jiss dil main naan koe hasrat , naan koe tamanna!!!
( its urdu language, that is a mother language in Pakistan)
Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 4:45 AM UTC