| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=1059"><span class="small">Khurram Khan</span></a> |
That day my eyes were looking for you,
I searched but could not find you.
Restless was heart & even my soul. At that moment when I suddenly found you, |
| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=1059"><span class="small">Khurram Khan</span></a> |
 Near the icy – cool rushing stream,
In the beautiful vale of stillness.
Stood a lovely damsel all alone,
With stretched arms & lashes wet.
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| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=1059"><span class="small">khurram khan</span></a> |
“We never appreciate what we have until it’s gone.”
Today, how much I regret…
And, I remember what you said once,
“you will regret my child, but time won’t be same.”
Your words turned out to be true.
How much I regret, how much I yearn to talk to you once.
How much I wish to be blessed by you. “Papa”
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| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=681"><span class="small">Mouris Bashir</span></a> |
I walked on a path;one
long not trodden alone
Fallen leaves, tinted with
yellow, subdued in hues
of coral, gathered by a
rushing gust of Autumn
wind that rattled through
branches, stripping trees
to their skin leaving their
ebony bodies naked. |
| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=1014"><span class="small">Syed Zahid</span></a> |
Zaen aes zan sua jantich hoor
Maishraeaw nam mai sua kashir koor
Gash goom wishthi paknich trai
Yel mai samkhaey angreez bhai... |
| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=265"><span class="small">Shahid Haji</span></a> |
Poetically described as synonym of Eden,
But what to sat about poetry,
Endless world of fiction and dreams. |
| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=265"><span class="small">Shahid Haji</span></a> |
Harsh words in every prose,
Within secrets no one knows,
Eyes are open hands are fisted,
Deep inside sorrow is distant. |
| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=681"><span class="small">Mouris Bashir</span></a> |
The evening was quiet
Twilights curtain, yet to fall
The citrus strewn sky
Set a fire hovering, around. |
| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=265"><span class="small">Shahid Haji</span></a> |
Lovely art, transient cart. Moving is from part to part
Never knowing when departs. Swings across, still apart
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| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=410"><span class="small">ashok bhatt</span></a> |
Main apne sawalaat ka, jawab dhhondta hoon.
Apni samajh main jo aa jata, voh hissab dhoondta hoon. Dhoka, fareb aur maqaari, hai jinka mazhab bana.
Be-pardah unko jo karta,voh naqaab dhoondta hoon. |
| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=681"><span class="small">Mouris Bashir</span></a> |
As I rambled,
Solitudely in a vale
Engulfed by tranquil & ferny
Meads and mounts
A blissful zephyr
Sauntered around |
| Written by <a href="index.php?option=com_comprofiler&task=userProfile&user=681"><span class="small">Mouris Bashir</span></a> |
On the wings of breeze, as waves come flying
To restless shore, which awaits anxiously
For watery joys, the shore plays
Hankering heart's lute, as a bliss prevails |
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