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I dont know if it is justified to put the following here,
these are some of my comments to different posts on
http://www.beenish-mycreations.blogspot.com/ .
Mohabbat
Faani kisi shay se mohabbat bhi kya, na karen
Mohabbat se mohabbat ka ek bar to yun aaghaz karen
Intezaar
Fareb nahi ke har dum mein wasf-e-interzaar nahi hota
Na yeh ke lutf-e-intezaar mein intezaar nahi hota
Friendship
Do char nageene rahe zindagi mein chun liye humne
Kuchh asli kho diye aur kuchh naqli rakh liye humne
Khwahishein
bala ki mushkilon mein ek kwahish thi basar karti
socho inke ghayebane mein woh bechari kahan rahti
Saathi
kaifiyat yeh ke jab hon paas takleef hi nahi hoti
aur agar na hon to is alalat ki koi dawa nahi hoti
Ghazab Kiya Tere Waade Pe Aitebaar Kiya
Eitemaad se khali hai yeh rasm wada lene dene ki
Yeh shay hi hai aitebaar ke ewaz kharch hone ki
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I do not know the star position of the moment I thought of creating myself a blog. Whatever, at the back of my mind there must have been a feel for the need of a vent, a vent to my poetic diction.This feel, rather want, was being continuously suppressed by me for long . Again I say, I do not know how the mistle outmiffed to be a hale hailstorm.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Show Up My Love!
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Already been into times kind and rough
All through sans you and feeling much
Wait for your face my paint and brush
Show up my love, I have waited enough
Deny my dreams a hearty laugh
Void of your image to rejoice about
Where every next shadow puts me in doubt
Show up my love, I have waited enough
Seeing through this fog is what is tough
Become my sight and turn me blind
I see you and not else of whatever kind
Show up my love, I have waited enough
I have the faith so I take this bluff
All day all night its you by my side
I have you with me in each stride
Show up my love, I have waited enough.
All through sans you and feeling much
Wait for your face my paint and brush
Show up my love, I have waited enough
Deny my dreams a hearty laugh
Void of your image to rejoice about
Where every next shadow puts me in doubt
Show up my love, I have waited enough
Seeing through this fog is what is tough
Become my sight and turn me blind
I see you and not else of whatever kind
Show up my love, I have waited enough
I have the faith so I take this bluff
All day all night its you by my side
I have you with me in each stride
Show up my love, I have waited enough.
Hitch
There is this peculiar thing I felt after scribbling a few compositions in this lean blogging phase of mine. When ever I go through them taking some moments off after putting them down, I do not like them as much as I do while writing them. My father says it is natural for some people who keep cooking things long after taking away the heat. I do not know if what he says applies to me.
At the same time however banal or topsy turvy my writings may look to me afterwards, I make it a point in not making any amendments to them, that way the creation may still be losing altitude and the very original idea may die which is just averse to the basic need of writing.
At the same time however banal or topsy turvy my writings may look to me afterwards, I make it a point in not making any amendments to them, that way the creation may still be losing altitude and the very original idea may die which is just averse to the basic need of writing.
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