Mohabbat-ik-tarfa

Mohabbat-ik-tarfa hai khuda ka wo dastoor,
Na mera isme kasoor jo chadha uska fitoor.
Akele hi raaste napwaata hai ye kambakht,
Uske sapne saja chaen churata be waqt.
Mohabbat me uske ab ye tanhai bhi manzoor,
Na mera isme kasoor, rahta bas uska hi suroor.

Mohabbat-ik-tarfa Ko maanlia apna hamsafar,
Aarzoo me teri, palko se aansu shuru krte apna Safar.
Fir na Ruk paate aur bahte rahte din raat,
Bahte bahte sookh jaate yaad krke tumhari har baat.
Mohabbat meri fir bhi na hui kam magar,
Aarzoo me teri, naapi teri galiyan tera nagar.

Mohabbat-ik-tarfa ban gayi meri zindagรฃni,
Khud se hi krne laga tere liye beimaani.
Khubsurati kya hai, dekh tujhe maine pahchรฃna,
Khudkhushi kya hai, mohabbat me teri ye jรฃna.
Mohabbat meri aisi ki na chali meri manmaani,
Khud se hi chhin gayi har naadani jaani anjaani.

Mohabbat-ik-tarfa hai mera ek junoon,
Kabhi mere Dil ka chaen, kabhi meri rooh ka Sukoon.
Hai yakeen bhi mujhe, wo smjhegi is pyaar Ko kabhi,
Aur ayegi banke bahar, mitรฃne mere aansu aur gum sabhi.
Mohabbat meri hai uski ibaadat na koi fariyaad,
Kabhi mere jeevan ki buniyaad, kabhi mere saanson ki muraad.

My glass paintings

Well here are few of the glass paintings that I made some time back. Probably a long time back ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ™ˆ

It was unfortunate though ๐Ÿ˜ž, coz one of them got shattered into pieces. And another one got newspaper stuck to it ! ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™ˆ

Well anyway, I am sharing them here. I wonder if they are good enough ๐Ÿ™ˆ Please do share your feedback! ๐Ÿ˜‹๐Ÿ˜‹

My eternal story

There was a time so beautiful erstwhile,
When a scintillating red blush would follow my smile.
With the colour of love my petals flushed,
Like a falcon I would get the heartbeats rushed.
Resting on a throne of sparkling shades of green,
I was a precious offering to the king and queen.
Little pointy mountains guarded my throne,
I melted the mightiest hearts, all on my own.
None could second my exquisite floral fragrance,
Smooth and tender, blended with velvety radiance.
But now that I wither as time spares none,
The demolition of my throne has also begun.
Neither the sparkling green, nor the lovely red,
But a dark black-brown rust has become my scarlet.
The mountains eroded, flat dry land remained,
My beauty, my radiance, my vibrance drained.
I almost lost myself in some abyss of dread,
But an angel clasped me like a vintage at its best.
With the warmth of her touch I once again rose,
Like a perfect dream I smiled for her, in my pose.
Even on the brink I stand as the death dawns upon,
She made me the rose of a story that shall eternally live on.

Aadarshlok – Utopia

Aake milte hain indradhanush jaha,
Basaya hai maine apna ghar waha.
Khwahishon ki kashti hai mera vaahan,
Anginat armaano jitne hai waha saadhan.

Insaan bhi insaaniyat jaanta hai jaha,
Mukhaute bina rishte nibhata hai waha.
Na jhooth hai na hai fareb ka koi nishaan,
Khushi Khushi rahta waha har Insaan.

Na darti hai pariyan failane se pankh jaha,
Andhere me bhi basta raam rajye waha.
Phoolun Ko kuchalne wale na koi kadam,
Chida aur chidhiya dono hi hai Param.

Khwahishein Banti nahi zanjeerein jaha,
Rhoodiwadi soch nahi jakadti saansein waha.
Buland honsle bharte hain waha Udaan,
Kone kone me basti hai khushiyon ki dukaan.

Na koi bechara hai, na koi asahaaye jaha,
Na Darr failane wali chalti hai aandhi waha.
Jaha mamta ki kirne aur hai pyaar Bhari baarish,
Banaate indradhanush kare poori har guzaarish.

Where are you, Cupid

Where are you Mr Cupid,
Why don’t we find you anymore?
Help us, for we are stupid,
Or are your arrows left no more?

Has your bow got wrecked,
Or your wings lie dead?
For love hath utterly wretched,
And it now bleeds red.

No gizmos now blink,
No cosmos lug any sign.
Love now stands on a brink,
Wobbling about inebriated and malign.

Lamenting your absence, it weeps,
Loneliness now viciously creeps.
Why did you leave it high and dry?
Please come back else love will die.

And so Mr. Cupid returned to shower the love arrows,
and once again love spreaded through hearts and marrows.

The girl with a book

As I was passing by your favourite cafe quietly,
A desire of seeing you slipped in silently.
A thought came that I should stop by,
With fingers crossed, praying to espy.

Tapping my foot in anxiety, I felt fettered,
Tried holdin’ on to my nerves as I entered.
The bell at the door tinkled giving me chills,
My eyes exploring for the heart, it fulfills.

All hairs stood on end as if a lightning struck,
For I saw you sitting with a novel and a mug.
Captivated, as you were right infront of my eyes,
Emanated out of my dream, but more beautiful to my surprise.

My steps trembling, it was hard to even trudge,
Paralyzed by your beauty, they refused to budge.
Mustered all my strength, advancing tile by tile,
Suddenly you looked up at me with your ravishing smile.

Everything came to a halt, not even the time was spared.
A beautiful bomb exploded and your splendour glared.
Hit by gusts of cool breeze in a hot summer,
Was it the flattering of your eye lashes, I wonder.

Your gaze swiftly shifted back to your novel,
While mine was fixated on you, numb and boggled.

My enchantress, spellbinding was your attire,
Found it hard to stand, engulfed in your fire.
Finest red coat over an elegant blue dress,
Adored you, as you multiplied their finesse.

One hand held the book, other fondled your chin,
The coffee mug got jealous as the novel passed a grin.
I got entangled in those lovely hairlock,
With the most perfect eloquence, they sensuously talk.

Is she for real or a figment of my imagination,
I pinched myself as my heart demanded a confirmation.
And still you were there, engrossed in your sweet world,
What all dreams have you woven and impearled.

Do unicorns gallop in your rainbow meadows,
Or do orchids sing and dance with shadows.
Are you all alone solving an exciting mystery,
Or with a protagonist of the novel from foreign embassy.

I wish I was the one with you in your dream,
If possible, be a part of your world and your team.
But I am just an admirer whose world is your smile,
Which your sweetest heart never fails to pass in style.

The cup was waiting again to be caressed by your lips,
To see your eyes reflection in the coffee as you take sips.
To feel those delicate fingers and your feather palm,
While I sat enthralled admiring your beauty and calm.

Fancying to see your smile again and that mysterious gleam of your eyes,
And wishing for the time to stop forever that very moment they materialize.

And I shall love you even after becoming a statue,
For you are the impeccable sculpture,the Gods chiseled through.
You are that painting I can not even dream to brush,
Yet here I am, a possessed fool, wishing to be your world, your mush.