Wajud*

Dayar-e-Ishq mujh na samajh ki samjh na asaka.
Kab? Kya? Aur kiun say agay mein na jasaka!

Ishq k madaar me gardish tu mene bhi ki parwanay ki tarah.
Afsoos apnay yaar ka pyaar na paasaka!

~Iztraab mana bhi kya tujhay baray bewafa hai raste Muhabbat k.
Zindage dhalty gae, par teri samajh na aasaka.

Salman Rajan

Chahat.

Rahat ki yeh chahat hai har ahat pe wo mera ho.
Sab kuch uska sab mera ho, mein uski houn woh mera ho.

Sabr k saray paimanoun mein, kul romaanvi dastaanoun mein,
Jb bazaar-e-ishq ho garm mere shehr mein, mein niq jaoun sirf us k lye,
khareed daar woh sirf mera ho.

-Sr

Azaadi.

Ye kya hai Maajra koi yeh batae mujhey?
Main hu azaad magar meri uraan hai mehdood!
Happy Independence.


At least we can do our part.
I wish that our flights are limitless.

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Indeed we are living in an age of lies, deceit and deception. One such case is of the fake Aalims that have marred the image of Islam as a progressive religion. Proportionately serving as the fine tools these fake Aalims are channeling masses towards a hidden agenda, bifurcating them on the basis of race, sects, castes, language and instigating them to rebel and go astray.

Bless us Ramadhan.

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Back then in 1947' there was this single nation with Two Nation theory.
Now in 2011' there's a single nation with several separatist theories.

-Sr

Breeze! Oh Breeze!

Breeze, oh breeze! You can wait.
You can wait forever,
I have my love here, with me.
I need no embraces.

The Veils have fallen down.
And the bosoms are drifting apart.
The Purdah is a bare segregation.
And the Love is beyond.

Breeze, oh breeze!
Caution the ones, that insinuate isolation.
Love transcends material artifacts.
And the boundaries created by men.

The gap is now filling in,
faster than one could think,
Brinks are now uniting.
And the Love breathes within.

 -Sr

King and his reign.

I am ready to die with a lie.
But not willing to live with truth.
So deeply designed are these desires of mine.
With a heavy heart I stand near the brook.
What I have done is no more in question.
What I will, would have effect.
Distress denies what I once was.
I lived like a King.
And a king that never lived.
I am ready to die with a lie.
But not willing to live with truth.

-Sr