As I turn back, my eyes dampen When I realized my incomplete life My life became clear to me Broken promises Deserted dreams Broken promises Seek time’s tender shade Yesterday too, was in ruins Now is deserted as well Life asks for a moment of support Damp memories Won’t let me sleep due to grief… Continue reading Broken Dreams/Bheegi Yadein by Junoon
Yellow Bus and Red Car
Once upon a time there was a Yellow bus. Yellow bus was very fast, but there was a Red car which was faster. One day, Red car challenged yellow bus for a race.They decided to race from Dallas to Houston. It was the longest race ever. All the cars gathered around the highway.Referee said 1,… Continue reading Yellow Bus and Red Car
A Poem by Mirza Ghalib
Mirza Ghalib was the one of the greatest Urdu poet from 19th century. I translated this poem for a school project. I look at the joys of this world, as I look at the dust. Crying used to give me pleasure but now my eyes have gone dry. When I am dead, wind might take… Continue reading A Poem by Mirza Ghalib
I
Who is that is I Still lost in my mind. Trying to find my purpose, When there might not be one. The first thing was writing Can words truly change anything? Why should I write, When there is so much noise Are you in that house, Or are you out here. I will give up… Continue reading I
A poem by Mir Taqi Mir
Stop crying, this is just the beginning of love. Hold on and see what will be next. In the morning, there were voices in the caravan. Let’s move on and let the sleeper sleep. On this ground nothing can grow. Please stop planting seeds of hopes in your heart. These are marks of true love,… Continue reading A poem by Mir Taqi Mir
A Poem by Mir Dard
It was a school or temple, or was it Makkah or a church. We were all guests, only you were the host. Oh! How sad it is. I found just before death. It was only a dream, what I saw. It was only a fairy tale, what I heard. How sad it is that autumn… Continue reading A Poem by Mir Dard
A poem by Allama Iqbal
You are neither for earth nor for the heavens. The world is for you; you are not for the world. This garden is the place for pain and prayer. Not for picking flowers or building a nest. How long will you stay in the rivers of Ravi, Nile, and Farat? Your ship was built for… Continue reading A poem by Allama Iqbal
Oneness of Humanity
O my friend, a heart does not need hate.All love good but do not even hate bad.Who does not want the softness of flowers?But do not be afraid of sharpness of thorns.There is same blood in the veins of the thorn.It is brought up by same evening breeze of the spring. Do not throw away… Continue reading Oneness of Humanity
Cigarette
Feeling so empty, and hollow inside,Cannot believe I am writing a poem to a cigarette,but I feel so unsatisfied, unfulfilled,like this poem, half-finished.
Chilling at Starbucks
Starbucks at Midway and Hebron/Park