A Walk in the streets of Madinah

Kya likhoon mere Rasool ke is shahar ki, 

is sukoon ki, is jamaal ki. 

Subah ki is thandak ki, aur raaton ki nooraniyyaton ki.

Jagmagate har kone yahan, bazaaron main ye raunakaein, 

 aasman sunhaira jaise baadlon se, barkatein hain in fizaon main. 

Masjid rehmaton ka bageecha, aur azaan hawayon main ghulti si, 

ke jab qirat ho Imam e muqaddas, 

panchi zameen-o-aasaman sab dauhrate hain...

Registaan ki hawa main ye thandak, bas mere Rasool ki hai fazilat...

ke ab dil chahe ke Madinah ki in galiyon main kahin kho jayoon, 

aur lautke na ayoon...aur lautke na ayoon....

 Wo ek Ghar

Beete waqt ko qadmon ki taqat bana lein, banain wo insaan ke mayoosi ko Kufr bana lein.

Hain karwaan aur bhi bahut in raston main, ke AAQA(PBUH) ke Qadmon ko hum Manzilen bana lein.

Ke gire to thaame Aqida ka haath, hum ansooyon se apni bakhshish karwan lein;

Giren Sajde main kuch is tarah, ke gunahon ki maghfirat karwa lein.

Ho marhale kuch aise, ke Tawheed se zindagi saja dein.

Barkat ho Fazal ho Karam ho USKA,  ke asal daulat bana lein.

Ho parakh aazmaishon main aisi, ke muqammal do jahan bana lein.

Ho peeshani pe sajde ka nishan, ke goya Noor ke chashme baha de;

Ke ho Emaan ye zindagi, ke Aqkhirat ka marham banwa lein.

Kare Du'a wo Shiddat ho aisi, ke Jannat main wo ek ghar Bana lein...O Allah(swt) hum ghar bana lein.....

While i was Sleeping

Rains dwindled the misty fog,
Sunshine pierced the hazy clouds
Thunder shatters the air around
Then came the stars twinkling.

While i was sleeping,
The world was moving
From east to west & north to south,
from mountains to valleys,
dungeons and prairies.

Castles build and rulers reigned
Empires created & empires fall,
Tyrants came, think never to go,
Swarming waves deep rooted the chore.
Generation flourished
children to children, past & future.

While i was sleeping,
success they run, comforts they sow
some joyous, others just sorrow.
Relations made, relations broken
Some faced the fist of fury,
while others lucky they go.

Pace was high, journey to fly,
Inventions were made, discoveries abide.
fences mend, walls raised,
frontiers defined, evil soar.

Some abide goodness, others evil,
mastered their will,
some open, some restraint.
Bound by destiny, favored by time,
Halt, fall, moving in time.

While i was sleeping,
the world changed,
Only some hundred thousand years i slept
God knows how much more to go,
For world never ceases,
people never stops,
They go & go & go.

Lest realize thee,
They will join me,
one day will they sleep,
And we wake up together,
In a world unknown
Then do thee see,
Was it awake we were,
or slumber passes we.

No Escape

Child so naive,childhood blossom,
Kinder ways, flying the freedom.
Mending walks & games to play,
Kites are high, the kites are low,
Tender steps, for the life we go,
Murky grounds or flowers to flow,

But
Less we know
Time is less & there's NO Escape!!

Adolescent we grow, showy the show,
Sky the limit, a fancy bow.
Power to obsess, will to augment,
Tumble do we, in the crowdy sea,
Loose do we, once funky thee.

But
Less we know,
Time is less & there's NO Escape!!

Tranquil we go, soothing row,
Building castles, fire we sow.
Time we loose, in vain it go,
Friends we make for they soon go.
Comforts we draw, pains we forgo,
Life so easy,trends we show,
With pseudo pride to & fro.

But
Less we know,
Time is less & there's NO Escape!!

People come & go, we adjust the flow,
Little things we share, most never to show.
Self-obsess we remain, 'I' our domain,
Guidance do come, but we refrain.
Good & bad, we swap the vicious flow,
Evils we befriend, for moments to go.

But
Less we know,
Time is less & there's NO Escape!!

Grey we turn, pale the facial glow;
Health we loose, yet do not know,
Friends are gone, Kith abandoned,
Kin too departs remains the solace within.
Last chance we get, but nostalgic we remain,
For God Unseen and faith we blow,

But
Less we know,
Time is less & there's NO Escape!!

Alas!Pain we succumb,hopes surrender,
Last bed destined, near ones gather.
Truth we see, remorse to feel,
Wealth hard to leave, wish to flow.
Water we need, thirst unquenchable,
Lo!May oceans deep, like desert it throw.
Last words to say, mais choke refrain,
Wish time was more, hath changed thee chores.

But
Less we know,
Time is gone & there's NO Escape!!

Atlas' it comes to Heaven or Hell,
Fire we bought or flowers we sell.
Accounts made from top to toe,
From needle to mountains we woe.
Justice to brought, trial to face,

Wished not have meshed in worldly race.

But
Less we know,
Time is gone & there's NO Escape!!

Repent remains,empty the bucket,
Torment's fire, agony to flow;
Wish death to come, to stop the chain,
But eternity to go & no end remain.

But
Less we know,
Time is gone & there's NO Escape!!

Wish time to roll, return body to soul,
Wish LORD we praise, from start to goal;
Wish Prayers we bind, deeds to glow,
Wish time we use, never to vain,
Alas no more the pain, no more the pain.

Wo ek khatt

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Phir socha goya ke ek roz,
Likhen khatt unhein kuch alfaaz-e-kaifiyat ke;
Us baras un sard hawayon main,
aati us firdaus-e-fiza ke.

Alfaz piroye the ke achanak,
Ashqon se bheega wo qhat humara;
Khamoshi ka aalam jo piroya,
'Alif' hi goya likh paye the.

Ungliyon manon thamm si gayi,
khyal unki judai ka hua,
unke ansuyon ka khauf-e-manzar;
dil ko dehla ke hi gaya tha.

Unke wo labh na keh payen kuch;
hal-e-dil aansu hi bayan kar payen abh;
khamoshi ka hunar aata hai unko,
Kuch na keh ke bhi bahut kuch keh jayen wo.

Wo ummed bhari gehri wo aankhen,
Humein sone na detin;
kisi ka dil-e-baaghban na toote,
Ye baichaini humein ab likhne na deti.

Mohabbat ka ashiyana socha,
Khuab tha ya haqiqat
Magar usko khabar kya thi,
Kinare mil nahin sakte.

Majbooriyan-e-qalb pirona tha bayan,
Halaat-e-wafa sajana tha qalam
Alif se sallam likhna tha humko,
Alif se Allahahfiz hi likh paye the unko.

Likhun to kya likhun

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Ke likhun to ab kya likhun,

kaifiyat e Majbooriyan likhun ya aazmaaeish e aftab likhun,

haal-e-dil ki kashmakash likhun ya zindagani ki jad-do-jehad ke fasane likhun.

Aaina mujhse pooche hai,kis rah ka talabghar hun;

kaise likhun imroz-o-farda ka ilm nahin,bas akhirat ka talabghar hun.

Khushi-e-zahir likhun ya gham-o-batin likhun, 

likhun to kuch pal zindagni ke,wo ibadat ke wo khalwat nashini ke. 

Likhun to tanhai likhun aur Arsh-e-bari ke Qaseede likhun. 

Jab khayal aye duniya ka, mujhe alfaz ke jugnu na mile;

ilm ka chiragh jo dhoondha, qalam roshni likhti gayi.

A compilation of my facebook statuses/quotes

Out of anything ever read,is d Glorious QURAN.Golden calligraphy & a shining wrapper,1 can't resist not2read when seen.1 verse read-a powerful impact,effect is for days.Proceed,it takes on a miraculous journey2history since day-1,empires,dynasties,science,astronomy,embryology,oceanology, geography,metaphysics,genetics,nature,psychology,jurisprudence & beyond d end of universe.114 Chapters-Way of Life-Beyond Imagination.

Ye chaman yun hi rahega aur hazaron parinde apni apni boliyan sab bolkar ud jayenge.

Dreams are the whispers from the soul.

Wo barish ki boonde,wo paidon par oas;Wo mati ki sondi khushbu,wo khile hue phool.Wo meri kagaz ki kashti,wo baarish ka pani.Wo pani main chap chap,wo sard hawa;wo mummy ke pakode,wo chai ka cup.Wo samaan,wo mausam,wo hawa,wo chidiya,wo badal wo lehrein,wo sagar wo dariya.Wo pani ki phuar,wo mere geele bal.Wo angan main khelna, wo acchhu karna.Wo mummy ki dant,wo papa ka pyar.Wo meri kagaz ki kashti,wo barish ka pani

If only u knew,those flowers were for u.When i was me & u were u.I wrote books on u,none as good as u.Moon i adored,not as much as u do.U were d queen,of all i knew.Your words 4 me,mine for u.Your panache d fire,wisdom flew.I left the pen, so did you.I've grown old,so would've you.You thought i forgot, if only you knew.....

Eyes-Those deep blue eyes.Speaking,enchanting,demanding, questioning,answering yet sparkling eyes.Behind ur black veiled face,across a layer of light,r those eyes.You've put up kohl & mascara deep,lashes r alluring, prominent jasmine leaf lids.Warmly candid & unforgettable,d shining sparkles amidst d black veil,r your eyes.I think,surmise,judge,conclude,unanswered,confused leave me ur eyes.Those deep blue eyes

Teri zaat mastare harziya; Tera naam matlaaye noor hai.;Teri yaad hasile bandagi;;Tera gham mataaye suroor hai,;The Jahan main aur bhi Mashgale,...The Jahan main aur bhi Taskare,…AAQa Tere Zikr hi se Suqoon mila;; Koi baat isme zaroor hai; Koi baat isme zaroor hai

The connection with the world is like that of a traveler resting for a while underneath the shade of a tree and then moving on

A Mothers love towards her child is something that is unsurpassed with anything alike in this world.Nothing could be more precious perceived by human mind. Now picture this; LORD ALMIGHTY loves a believer 70 times what a mother loves her child....Verily!The Most Compassionate, The Most Merciful is HE -The Cherisher and Sustainer of the Alameen.....of all that exists.

Knowing the Truth yet curtailing oneself from it, is the most miserable act.Its really necessary to ask questions.To oneself!The quest of truth by self-nagging leads life to the spectrum of light...OH!One can run from the truth but alas, one can't run from oneself.

Charity - Ultimate remedy for healing sickness, to subdue avarice, to cleanse soul from greed, to palpate the poor, to feel light, healthy and wise. Its all a win-win situation when the givings here will multiply hereafter. Its said that if some one is ill, Alms-giving on persons behalf is an ultimate remedy.

Bartar-az andesha-e-sood-o-ziyaan hai zindagi
Hai kabhi jaan aur kabhi tasleem-e-jaan hai zindagi

Life transcends profit and loss
It is living your life and giving it up (for something)
...
Tu issay paimana-e-imroz-o-fardaa say na naap
Javidaan, paiham dawan, har dam jawan hai zindagi

Measure it not by this day or that Eternal, dynamic, ever young is Life.

Prayers are as important in Life as charging a cellphone is.You could standby for a while but eventually it would be living dead.Leaving one prayer may be countable here but consequences are uncountable hereafter.

....For some, success is so imperative that only it is that matter,have no rules and can do anything.....But there are some for whom exist their rules,guidelines,honesty and the way how one achieve success....Its not just the success that counts and not to say they are less successful, but again, it depends on what is the definition of success.... - an excerpt from success saga!!!

Seek for Truth and the Truth Shall find Thou.

Fasting - Best way to achieve atonement, to develop unparalleled will power, to palpate the belly of poor, to uninfect the soul, strengthen the conscience & to channelize the Life.

Prayers - The best way to gauge Time, to make paradigm shift from relative to absolute, to furnish eternal connections, to uninfect the soul, to furbish discipline, to cleanse here & hereafter, to repent, to confess, to be lighter, to be wiser, to approach destination finale and to channelize the Life.

Lagta nahin hai dil mera ujde diyar main; Kiski bani hai Alam-e-napaydar main.Keh do in hasraton ko kahin aur ja basen, itni jagah kahan hai dil-e-daghdaar main.Umra Daraaz mangke laye the 4 din, do arzu main kat gaye do intezar main.Kitna hai badnaseeb zafar dafan ke liye, do gaz zameen bhi na mili Kuy-e-yaar main.

Life without Lord in heart is just like watching an airplane in a blue sky.You don't get the speed its flying and it reaches destination......its all relative....

...and its the sunlight again.Clouds have dwindled away as the sun pecked dappled floor reflects the very beam of light that used to brighten the sky. Time passed taught lessons for the time to come, that time may be harsh but time is what time is destined for.The colors of life will brighten again - a hope against the hope hopen...

Balaghal ula bikamaalihi(He reached the highest place by his Perfection).....Kasha fad-dujaa bijamaalihi.(He removed darkness by his Beauty)..............Hasunat jami'u khisaalihi(Beautiful are all his Attainments)...................Sallu 'aleyhi wa Aalihi.(Send blessings to Him and his Family).

Success is counted sweetest
By those who never succeed.
To comprehend a nectar requires sorest need.Not one of all the purple host who took the Flag to-day; Can tell the definition,
So clear, of Victory,

... As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear;
The distant strains of triumph
Break, agonized and clear

Lab pe aati hai dua ban ke tamanna meri;Zindagi shamma ki surat ho khudaya meri.
Door duniya ka mere dum se andhera ho jaaye;Har jagah mere chamakne se ujala ho jaaye.Ho mere dum se yuhin mere watan ki zeenat,Jis tara phool se hoti hai chaman ki zeenat.Zindagi ho meri parwaane ki soorat ya rab,Ilm ki shamma se ho mujko mohabbat.

Mother-you are the soul & source of life,my inspiration and admiration benign.You are my Alpha & Omega, from you are my thoughts and zeal divine.Mother-u know d song of my heart & things i don't speak & u r the panacea for problems of my mind.You taught me ways to live & ways to thrive-from you is me and my existence which i shine.You r the wisdom,u the knowledge and u are d life for all who circumscribe

Deceptions of the world are cheap bargain for gold of the Hereafter

Even the most stable of human minds are so vulnerable for influences.What we think at one moment could be right opposite at the other.Preserved thoughts when re-read could create smiles and surprises.

Its strange - we collect experiences,meet people,create memories.Sometimes we know we might be seeing a person or place for the last time in our life,perhaps won't be back - we feel sad,lonely,pensive- and one day all collections fade,fly,erase - and we realize we were alone all the time - what we carried to eternity were the Deeds - The A'maal

Sometimes in life we need to take decisions - from heart and mind,from matters divine.We leave all happiness,we stake everything for a hope.We think n think n think,sleepless nights and then we realize mind clog - n we just go for it......Not we know that The Lord is the best of the planners for us.......It was all Makhtub - it was all written

For i fear not the past nor the future,neither transgressors nor the opponents,not the cowards nor the audacious, neither situations nor conditions, not the failure neither the success, not the fall & the rise, not the absence or the avarice, neither the planners nor the calumniators - FOR i fear MY LORD

They speak everything - priorities,needs,expectations,desires,happiness,sorrows,remorse.They have their own language and defines what we are.They demand,they debate,they sympathize,empathize, They understand, They fear - EYES, they speak everything...........Eyes - The whispers from the soul.....All is required are a pair of eyes to read them....

All things bright and beautiful,all creatures great & small,
all things wise and wonderful,
the good God made them all.Each little flower that opens,
each little bird that sings, HE made their glowing colors, HE made their tiny wings

It takes seconds for even the Strongest,hardest,biggest and best to fall.All that has happened and will happen,all which is known and unknown,all which exist and to be exist, every leaf moves by the will of The Lord.

Time is costlier than what money could be and time flies.

Zindagi!

Zindagi ki masrufiyat main,
Uski yaad sagar banke palkon se phoot padti,
Ajeeb si bechaini Dil-o-dimagh main ghar kar leti hai.


Jab din ka ujala rat ki andheri chadar ko hathata,
Door kahin suraj ki us dhandi kiran se wo jhalakti si dikhti.
Mann chahe ke rooh ko subhah ki sard hawa main bikher doon,
Khushbu ki tarah ayun us subh,
Ushe mehka doon.

Ek dibiya si tang jagah men simta main baitha,
Sagar ke tal main khoya hoon.
Kabhi wo machli banke mujhe le jaye,
Aur gagan panchi ke sang indradhanush ke rangon men main ghuljayun.

Akela baitha ghar ke angan main chidiyon ko dekhta,
Baten karte - dana khate,
Apni marzi ke wo maalik,
Jab chahe choo-mantar hojate.

Aur main hathon apne qalam ko liye,
Sochta-girta-sambhalta-baitha,
Kore kagaz ko kora hi chod jata..............................!!!!!

My Insomnia!!

My agony surges by night,
Sleepless & Restless my plight.
Endless dreams fill my eyes;
Like the sunflower cherishing the lights.


Hours pass until its wee time,
Alas!My dorm is sullen by thoughts divine.
The worldly affairs past & future,
Night so scary fears nurture;

Toss & Turns my emotions find course,
Tears tinkle with wake & remorse.
Mama! May you appear like a fairy,
Your baby sleepless in night so scary.
May my ears apprehend your kinder tails;
And sleep swap pain in my veins,

May my eyes be shut & peace to me;
Thou fairies awaits at the end to thee!
O Lord! Is it an omen like an ancient verse?
Or a nightmare shatters talha like in curse.
O Lord! Is it the past that haunts;
Or the future that flaunts?

Give me sleep as thou world do.
My eyes begotten by mind spree.
Its getting late, my hearts beating,
Do i laugh my heart out or weep,
Alas! I hear dawn when i ain't asleep!!!!!!

Sequestered Me!

Someday time would be fair,

In this Life or the other;

When even i'll breath to fullest,

With flowers so fresher.

When my Life would be easy,

Light as a feather.

When time would be me,

With wings i would fly

No frontiers apart and no smiles depart.

When moon i abode,

with parents aboard.

When i see them happy,

And they aint worry my chores.

Sometime i'd break the shackles,

No more doomed to wander.

I'll stand like a phoenix,

Rise from the ashes.

Somewhere i'll have peace,

Sorrows aint begotten.

With black i mourn now,

With white i'll shine then

Someday Life would be mine,

With no Guilts & Remorse.

Someday i would be me & not other,

In this life or another.

......................................................................................... Talha..

My Lovely-The Rains

In the beautiful morning I step ahead for the gorgeous day,
Mountains are so wet, clouds and the bay,
I am so dapper with the clothes so tidy;
Just like the childhood mom’s way.

Clouds are dark, breeze so gentle, they make their way,
The firmament pours the drops and the hay,
Rain Rain Water Water everywhere!
Nostalgic I remain of those old kinder ways.
When paper boats swept across the pools,
And school air plays the fools;
When Mom scolds on clothes so weary,
Dust and dirt from those prairies,
When hot swoops of tea and emeralds;
With pakoda feasts the mom’s best cuisines.

Hours fly, flowers die, new day’s new ways pass by,
Rains are back but those old days,
I remain wrenched with thoughts of clays.
Mamma, I might be far and farther,
But these rains reminds the good old days,
Rain Rain Water Water everywhere,
Hullabaloo across yet so nice are the days

Morning

Morning sweet morning- where have you been;
I strolled across the dark river bed in the darkness of night;
I searched you here, I searched you there,
But where were you Morning, I don't know where?
I kept weeping beside the shore so eerie,
Didn't know where to go and where's the prairie;
I sat there moon and blue, with the deafening silence,
Morning-then you came with the lights divine,
I start a new day with zeal that you are always mine!!!!!!!!!

Sailing across the wind!!

In the windy storm my ship gallows;
ups n downs the deathly hallows..
the bergs are ready,the drowning mountains;
the sails umpteem the shores so shallow.
when the sun dwindles along the redness follows,

the birds honk away to the old south with the pelting showers n turbulent waves;
they fly towards an unending voyage...............
the darkness of the night brings forth the deafning silence;
passage so blurred with the rains so shrewd,

up comes the tyrant shadows of clouds;
firmament is heavy melancholy the sounds.
is it a pre-storm caveat or a post-traumatic air?
something is surely wrong somewhere!
finally,i am sailing home after a long ordeal;
pompous my heart yet so lethargic i am.
wonder if i could make upto thee..
could i be lucky to see thee...
finally a chance to say i love you
yet miles depart us....
then came d strong uproar the lightening that was raucous to the shores;
tithered my ship rest in pieces;withered the deck it blows away my giftees..
blood blood water water everywhere!!!!!!!
i am down with shields,cankered the spaces,pain is what follows,
broken body with the hope against the hope hopen!
could i make upto my beloved?


those eyes are on the door,
every knock reminds them of the lovers chores.
they await the footsteps made for them,an eternal wait for the beloved's hem.
up thou come,down thy here,still a wait,and wait n wait......


and here i remain,shattered my sighs,counting breaths as the minute tickles.
i am loosing counts with passing time,
death standing at this door waiting for my"last sigh"!
lots intended to do,before wading the shore.
i have started panting,things getting blurred;
wish i could see my beloved,last wish galore.

i closed my eyes & glanced her beautiful attire,fairy she is,my lover she is,away away far away she is.


i put a hand afore wishing a tender hold,
trembling fingers searching my beloved's touch..
she's nowhere not here but she's in my heartin my mind in my soul;
and i take her in my thoughts to an undending journey
journey beyond death!!!!!!!!!!!


hence,the last breath and a depart from the world,
gone away is my soul away away away..............!

Those eyes still awaits the road ahead,he will come,has to come sure to come.
less she knows the soul had aparted,
with never mending gaps amidst.

Still those eyes await, longing for the footsteps ahead;
lesser she knowsI REMAIN WITHIN HER HEART-forever and ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!

lesser she knows we will meet in the eternal paradise;
a rendezvous of roses, blossoms delight.
but she still waits for me at that door,with her eyes so wet,
her arms afold,still in the hope of my return;

lesser she knows I REMAIN WITHIN HER HEART-FOREVER AND EVER

A POETIC THOUGHT I CHURNED AND PENNED IN A CLASS.....

THE CLASS BROOM!!!!!!!

A salle et a chambre so calm, tranquil yet vivant are the echoes enchanting my knocking steps; pumping the silence away withered with the toil & labour; i perspire for a better tommorrow.

Up came the camarades

thronging up the galleries

sacs & conversations filling the gaps

sharing the sorrows,partaging the joys;

few jealous with some zealous

funky their style,juvial so attire;

hopes in souls,dreams of fire.

mending relations subtle they are,

like a glass reflecting the transperence.

Aspiring the fate incessant they remain,

tossed turned places they frown;

galloping the ways tending infinity,

cherishing values and valeur of varying fraternity.

little they know where to land at,

dilemma's yet so gregarious they are.

Then the departures,melancholy the adieus;

when to rendezvous no one knows.

from the lads so bubbly to professionals dappled;

from timeless epoques to constraining times,

Voilà!A new world is waiting for them!!!!!...

A SIMPLE THOUGHT IN A SIMPLEST FASHION.......

So many nights,I'd sit by my window;

waiting for someone,to sing me her song.

so many hours,i passed alone;

thinking till the wee hours of the night.

so many dreams,i'v kept inside me;

alone in the dark. but now,u've come along.

and u light up talha's life;

you give me harbinger of hope,to carry on.

you light up my days; and fill up my nights with song.

rolling at the sea; adrift on the water.

wading through the shore, could it be finally;

i am sailing for home.

finally a chance; to say i love u.

Never again,to be all alone. and you light up my days;

and fill my nights with song. and u light up my life;

and give me hope to carry on.

u light up my days and fill my nights with song.

it can't be wrong; when it feels so right.

u feels so right; life feels so right because u light up my life;

with ur smile i long.........

ILLUSIONAL SILENCE::TALHA'S MIRAGE.....

Silence!!!!a pin dropped,eyes awaken,

a drop of water and i turned;

up came the hands and closed my eyes;

baffled i remain,perplexed her sighs.

hands so warm,hold so tight,

my eyes are closed,seems like the night.

panting her breath,breaks thy silence,

fragrance she respires,dancing like the fires.

tossed my hairs,shabby they were;

combed her fingers,no one could have dared,

flick i sprew,caught thy hands below,

turned,twissed when i,no one actually there!!!!!!!!!!

now this poem have many things to decipher...i wrote a ballad of which its a part of!!!!!

MY FIRST LOVE:- THEY CALL IT THE
"MOON"

My first love,that ought to be special,

a fairy cindrella, with her heart so crucial.

from the epoque i was born to the instance i vanish;

she had me mesmerised and would keep my soul perish.

stranger she was but a beloved she is soon;

they call it the moon, i call it my Junoon.

Her light spellbounds me ever & ever;

miles away yet so near and near.

with a vision elite, paraphernalia so bright;

a land i conquered, chivalrous like a knight.

hours fly,flowers die,new days new ways pass by,

i gape the moon & the eternal light;

augmenting beats with blue eyes makes my sight.

They call them craters which spoil thy realms;

for me aint a blemish but the beauty qualms.

eclipses the earth,my love darkens;

nothing to fear,my heart thrumbles.

then i murmur softly & in minutes it clears.

They call me crazy,my mind gonna be soon;

you call it the moon,i call it my Junoon.

Oh my lord!what a charm you create;

cosmic beauty i kiss thy mate.

thy moon is mine,thou the light;

i'l marry on it,thee shelter delight.

thou my strength,hath weakness it is;

Talha pray thou lord!want his grave embedded on it.

Peace i lay,solace i pay,soul in peace rest in Boon;

hey!you call it the moon,i call it my Junoon....

THIS IS A POEM IM WRITING IN FRENCH AND WOULD GIVE THE TRANSLATION IN ENGLISH....

"voilà!!!!oh ma dieu aidez moi,

il me dit,bonjour bonjour comment ca va?

je lui dit,monsieur monsieur je suis morte!

pourquoi pourquoi qu'est ce qu'est passe??

travail travail,d'eau d'eau partout le ville;

decu,morte,tous me parlent de creé.

courir,mourir,pas de temps,

personne réposent contraire de vent;

vite vite,couris le vie;

lent lent je fais le bruie.....

this is a poem i wrote as a dialogue between 2 personnes.one is posing questions being a gentleman,while other is very much dissapointed by the work load and rains everywhere,,,

"here it comes!!oh my lord,,help me plz;

he asks me,,,how are you,

i tell him,mr mr i am dead;

why why what happened??

work work,water water everywhere

sad,dead,i am as everyone speaks of himselves to me;

run,dead,dont hv the time;

no one relax against this wind.

fast fast runs this life;

slow slow i make this noice!!!!

this ws the translation,,,i had wriiten the poem in french and then translated to english,,not the vice versa,,,thank you..

MY EXILE:THE ALTER EGO...

THE OTHER I,thats what they call it....

Tip Tip Tip,sounds something wet,
mix with them are my tears and the blood,
pains and sorrows,they come and go;
but i know to how,not to bow.

Thann Thann Thann, sounds like the chains;
i am doomed to wander,errand in vains.
where shall i go,running from my soul?
my past and present,chasing the future;
oh my lord,never led them nurture.
chains are heavy,my hearts beating;
with weeping soul,my hearts bleeding.

Knock Knock Knock,someone's at the door,
is it the death i mourn,or success i adore.
the former if it comes,i lie in peace;
for others appearence,my body's at ease.
but i know ,my sin's chasing eternity;
tossed and turned,i am doomed in vanity.

Tik Tik Tik,sounds like the clock;
my heart once thrumbles,hard as a rock.
time's running out,death standing at door;
loads intended to do,before wading the shore.

Wake Wake Wake,it's the time i detest;
alarm clock ringing,at the ear's behest.
the birds are chirping,light so dappled;
it was then i realised,it was a dream battled!!!!!

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ANY BOOK WORTH BANNING IS WORTH READING…

Shakespeare once said “Books are the most accessible wisest counselors; just imagine what the bad ones could do”. Books worth banning are undeniably worth knowing why they are banned, but reading them would invalidate the essence of their justified banning. Be it satanic versus of Salman Rushdie or Tolstoy’s kingdom of god, had confronted the censorships on subtle political, religious, sexual & social grounds, leading to violence, coup d’état, teenage angst & copycat crimes. If banned books are encouraged, the mantra for publishers would be to get books banned en contraire ameliorating them. Yes! Pen is surely mightier than sword.

WELL DONE IS BETTER THAN WELL SAID.DO YOU AGREE?

A man who wins is the man who thinks he can. But mere cogitations & eloquence without fruitfully executing them would take us nowhere. He who follows the mantra of karma without procrastinations claims the crown, rather who pander to mere assertions. Mahatma Gandhi & Bhagat Singh had never affixed themselves to mere sayings than doings. I firmly believe that actions speak louder than words & it’s these actions which takes us to horizons of success.