na ism e musalmani hoga kaafi khuld ke liye
jasamat e insani bhi hogi nakaafi khuld ke liye
hai nahi angeethi ki tapish bardasht tumko
karoge kya jab mayassar nahi hogi faryad tumko
hai mohlat bas ke jab tak ragon ki ravani hai
ehsaas karo na karo hai ye to faani hai
nahi shae e zahirdari tareeqe kar qalb ki safayi ka
nahi kaam ye aaasaan ke jaisa daadhi ki safayi ka
sanad jab tumko milne lage tumhare jazbon mein
aur qareeb tar tumhare logon ki nazron mein
to jano hissa hai akhlaaq o maamlaat bhi
aur rahe bedaar tumhari niyat mohtaat bhi
kab tumhari parwaaz e khudsari ki tadbeer ho jaye
kab tumhari bayaz e fael aseer ho jaye
abhi mumkin to hai kal ko rahe na rahe
khudbeeni ki haalat tum mein rahe na rahe
aao dozakh ki lapak se bachne ka intezaam karein
kaam jahan bhar ka karte hain khud ka kaam karein

Sleepless

crippled feels my poet mind

bemused and paralyzed

fighting noises of sleepless nights

long and jeopardized  

battles open on so many fronts

my powers all seized

the heart waits for the morning

struggling and diseased

O Lord give me some composure

truthful and undiced

O Lord give me some sleep

peaceful and prized.

Ho ayaan jo is rooh e tahreer ki surkhi
aur zebaish bhi iski zaeef wazeh lage
to taqaza alfaaz e naadaan se na ho
larazte ashaar ke hami nahi hain hum

Painful Writes

colors of its spirit if revealed
claddings shivering tattered old
skins never then be pealed
draw them silent in your hold
spears may be pointing out
pierced through bleeding firmament
no play of a pretending lout
or an occurrence permanent
had not it been healthy once
in gloss in humour and aloft
a lesson new is casting dunce
in a heart timidish soft
like a river of volume and width
its music noiselessly graceful low
constricted into a rocky myth
how turns turbulent in its go
a great fall then falling loud
takes to condole and pacify
with no liberties allowed
and so none bravely to defy
can these want to mirror sad
are they of their own
haven't dressed themselves bad
in meanings or their tone
do I sound bothered for their looks
ignorable are these banal trites
the reader decides what it cooks
changes not these painful writes
O please put forth no complain
and no nailfull healing balms
let these try to feign again
and wait to return to their charms