G.B.Shaw

"Write your sad times in sand,write your good times in stone."


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John Keats

"Its better to lose your ego to the one you love,
than to lose the one you love because of ego."

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Engrossed

Crave for it but cannot touch
Fill it over as the wind is such
What you think is your authority
What blooms buds and is eternity
Visible to you was not this joint
Chasing having had it leaves no point
Keeps you from pain and demise
Drench your insight and blue shies
Smell it right it is no fraud
God is love and love is GOD.

In Palkon Mein Na Jane Kya Rakha Hai

Dakhle ko ijazat laazim inki

Jo khul jayein to helakat hogi

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Andaz-e-bayan mein nahi koi sani inka

Jo gir jayein toh mohabbat qayel hogi

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Shokhi ke hunar bade purlutf hain inke

Jo akeli girein to shararat hogi

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Khamosh guftgu mein hai maharat inko

Jo sikud jayein to shikayat wazeh hogi

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Dil se bade gahre talluq hain inke

Jo jhuk jayein to inayat hogi

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Takleef zara bhi bardasht nahi inko

Jo chhalak jayein to qayamat hogi

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In palkon mein na jane kya rakha hai

In palkon mein na jane kya rakha hai

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The Hammock Boy

Whistling around he joined the herd
Lapped in hammock against the nerd
Eves and rams would dance to tune
Sans sticks and lasso was he a shepherd
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The master’s steed lost his way that day
Caught the hammock lad singing in sway
Bewildered he forgot to count the flock
The Beaten and whipped boy had no say
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The melody turned into lasso hiss
Injured sheep wandered far sans bliss
The master ignorant of what he did
Counted the flock to find a miss
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Steered the steed to the grazing valley
Whipped the lad to ask for Dolly
Sad and perplexed he only could rebel
Hammocked again and whistled to Reply.
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The Silent Admiration

Both alike and none was white

A bereaved and a melody Divine

The un-endowed with a quibble to site

The cuckoo days were never bright

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Strained her voice for the dastard deity

And so the petite voice got better shine

Ignorant of the pain to pity

The blatant crow never got guilty

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As the God has set a crux to gleam

The desire never helped but bothered

The day she mimed it off her dream

Died away and joined the Prime

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Now the friend recalled the dominition

Blamed the brutality and cried to heaven

The crow eckoed back to the creation

And the crow died for silent admiration.

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