Category Archives: Life

Birthplace (Rural Sindh)

desert with
its mystery lanes,
absolutely
stunning planes

People welcoming,
rural scene
million times
I have been

it is still refreshing
earth talks to me
telling all the tales
who succeeded and failed

what happened
to that buddy of mine
losing all hopes
still he shined

life, it travails
still around
walk in Bazaar,
smiles abound

everyone acknowledges
your being, presence
care and affection
no city ignorance

London, New York
Rio and Rome
all seen and measured
nothing like home

and I am home
it feels good
and it should!

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Modesty

Writer wants to
write a song
The song disagrees
It won’t come on
a piece of paper
For a mere mortal
Wants to be a
missive from the king
On adorned gold leaf,
Written with blood of heroes
Etched with sword of courage
It is so fond of itself
Little narcissist
With so many meanings
Dancing and preening
Then the lightening strikes
writer’s mind wanders
to a beautiful poem
dancing in the rain
has a humming lullaby
Tune so soft
Words with grace
natural and pure
Doesn’t pretend
Humble beginning
Amazing end
poet likes it
Ditches the song
arrogance
kept it alive
But not for long!!

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That memory of you

longevity of
some precious moments
which last till eternity
in your memories,

when all else fails,
Thoughts start leaving you,
you still hold onto,
lasting, tasting that feeling,

how soft were those lips,
how eyes smiled,
how we flew in the air,
Stayed there for a while

warmness of temple,
blushing cheeks,
long full eye lashes,
slowly opening bliss

as you hold onto
prolonging, extending
tongue bending
passion sending, kiss
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Ghosts of the staircase

Midnight
Last night
No one around
Staircase tells the tale
How they have become alive
and devour humans in their sleep
What have they done to you steps
I asked with a heavy heart, screaming soul
Our brethren they have killed, our bodies they stole

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Chase

Where will you go
How will you hide
Give me an answer now
Decide, decide
Dame ruthless
I am restless,
everything tasteless
Unable to move
Except in pursuit
Nothing suits
Except you
my life flavour
yours forever
Just say yes
please

Confused, harassed
Quite embarrassed
Life isn’t a game
putting stalkers to shame
your infatuation has to end
Once intensity subsides
Real you will appear
Then I will decide

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Hospitality

We met at the train station, it was so good to see her after such a long time. Her beautiful eyes had hints of longing, slight irritation, stories of years passed between us and some satisfaction to see me in good health. She asked her errand boy to give three beautiful marigold flowers to me one by one, he said to me each time in Urdu ‘yay-lo bhaijan’ which meant ‘take this brother’. We instantly laughed hearing that, knowing at least two other ways to interpret ‘yay-lo’. I was home and life was beautiful. My mother gave me a hug and jail time seemed like a distant past.

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