Who am I?

Who am I? Have you ever given it a thought?

Just like you, I have my fears and my dreams

No scars but there are battles I have fought;

no words but you can still hear the screams

Light and Darkness

Out of the darkness, the first light was decreed

and into the very darkness, the last light will fade

Don’t fear the darkness, for it was the beginning;

and don’t shun the darkness for it will be the end

The Horizon Blushes

When the horizon blushes in the East;

and fills you with hope and happiness

It is about time to bury your worries;

onwards you move, harder you press

سو ہے یہ بھی آدمی

دنیا میں بادشاہ ہے سو ہے وہ بھی آدمی

اور مفلس و گدا ہے سو ہے وہ بھی آدمی

آدمی نامہ – نظیر اکبر آبادی

میرے دل میرے مسافر

میرے دل میرے مسافر

ہوا پھر سے حکم صادر

کہ وطن بدر ہوں ہم تم

دیں  گلی  گلی صدایئں

Melancholia

From behind the curtain of thick grey fog

peeks melancholia, a familiar face and friend

Hope is but a distant mirage, even a wild bog

It kills you, leaving no sad evidence in the end

Life and Times of the Yellow Moon

Where does the yellow full moon vanish

when a new moon is born up there and far?

Does it become a memory, sweet but painful

dreams, that are either forgotten or they scar?

Or does it shatter into a million little pieces;

each piece evolving into a lovely shining star?