Muddatoun se sattaya hua hoon.

Mein bhy tou sataaya hua hoon.
Parastish e gum bhi bhulaya hua hoon.

Is be his mehfil me aansoun ko chupaya hua hoon.
Dheroun ulfatoun ka sataya hua hoon.
Gum hy se gum ko bhulaya hua hoon.

~Iztrab agar phr bhi na ho shamma meray jalne se roshan!
Keh dena logo se k Zamanay ka sataaya hua hoon.

 

-Sr

Sell Every Thing

Sell my daughters sell my pride.
Sell all the shelters till I have no place to hide.
Sell my conscience, sell my faith.
Let my infants be killed in this blood bathe.
Sell the "Khudi" that Iqbal once gave,
Let innocent lives be pushed in to graves.
Sell my land to the mercenaries for oil.
Let all the houses be destructed beneath the soil.
Sell the unity that my people have.
And deny everything that Prophet Muhammad(Pbuh) said.
Sell and keep on selling it all.
Till you have nothing left.



Jago Waqt Kum Hai.

Kyun Kar Mumkin Hogaya?

Lafz-e-Bismil bhi parha Mainay! Phr bhi munkar hogaya?
Ya Elaahi Aisa kiun Kar Mumkin Hogaya?

Javab kuch youn aaya Elahi se.

Zameen pe utaara tujhey banna kar Kainaat ka Badshah Ae Aadam,
Par aakhir tu bhi tou Nafs ka Ghulaam Nikla.

-Sr

Barish.

Baarish tham ja ab k na baras.
Mere mulk mein barbaadyian aur bhi bht hain.

-Sr

Remorse Free.

Uncountable moments of joy.
Ecstasy I rejoice you.
Never let the remorse come near.

Never Ever.

 -Sr

Imam e Zaman

Mera mehvar markaz tu hai Mowla,
Sub kuch tu hai. Sub kuch tu.

Meri jaan, mera dil meri aarzoo.
Mera yaqeen, mera gumaan meri justujoo, Mera haq, mera baatin sub kuch hai tu,
Meri roshni, mera hum safar, meri manzil bhi tu.
Mera ishaq, mera wajud,
Meri khushi hai tu.

Mujhe mujh me har lamha basta hai tu.
Meri bechain aankho ka tu hi hai noor.

Mowla mein kya hun?
Tere begair?
Tu hi hai sab kuch Mowla.
Tujhi se mein houn.

Salawat- Imam-e-Zaman.

-Sr

Move

Insight,
At Nights,
Far gone,
Are the unreal heights.

Memories,
And the greed.
Lay low.
As we go slow.

Slow as the wind,
Slow as it blows,
Slow as it streams,
Slow as if flows.

Memoirs,
Of the truth,
Has its say.
And the fate sways.

Inking down,
White gown,
The black robes
And peaceful sounds.

Happiness,
Love and all the seeds
Well sown
With all the needs.

And we go slow,
Staying low,
With the flow,
and with the flow.

-Sr