Oh My salty deluge !

Oh My salty deluge !
get held up for some nights,
Else yourself be drowned
then beg for no refuge.
Shall not I try to hold
or tell you to be dry
Till then Storm up more
Intense and very cold
For now may thinly pour
In soothing greenish words
Until this nib is fully broken
And dreams breathing no more.

wo mohabbat nahi samajhte hum revayet nahi samajhte hain

tajawuz kiya dil ne qarar se ye apne nahi samajhte hain

khak ye char roza zindagani jo khaali ho talluq se

wo talluq nahi samajhte hain hum tark e talluq nahi samajhte hain

November

The glow of just warm sun comes and goes,

and zephyrs play around their hide and seek.

Sweet tingles come from cryptic curls,

and young hearts sway in mystic swirls.

The coloured cotton balls of the skies too,

keep flying like an infant’s dreams.

Join to break and break to join ,

like a herd of fawns just feeling fine.

In joyful eagerness the buds compete,

to unfurl the petals of countless hues.

Brilliance all around, above the bluer sky.

Hearts dance around and the eyes nearly shy.

But knows no one this chill of warmth

this strangled month has so gifted us.

Distant is my heart in die better pain.

And I hate to hate this November rain.