You and I, being one and ever
Want to be a myth
An existence in the heart of every lovers and beloveds
Not longing for high rank and all the amenities of the modern world
By twisting one we can spread from every ocean to the starry sky
The glittering hearts as you and I, a kingly world
With the touch of green leaves and hills
Being in touch so tight
Can spend all day and night full of passion and joy
Years after years the juice of the fruits
Is going to be fermented in the safe underground
You and I the same points of the drugs taken by
Though living so far from the bars
We ourselves have turned into this addition
The Touching Murders
Nazmin along with her two daughters murdered
By her elder sister’s husband, Abbus
It was just from his arrogance
Abbus took this step of killing them
The innocent faces of eight-year-old girl Nusrat
And two-year-old girl Khadiza
With her mother lying on the fifth floor
In throat-cut condition
And his sixteen-year-old daughter was wounded very severely
Man can hurt to others
But this killing mission
Beyond imagination overcomes the myth
How it fails to rule the conscience?
The world becomes too hot around us
The innocent killed without any thought
Oh! What a nonsense poor killer, Abbus.
I want to live in you
I want to die for you
You are my soul-mate
I’m your whole hearted
I can say it in full faith
You see me in the mirror
I can say in bold
You always endure
While taking steps
I was standing before the glass
Without any break I just enter into.
Every Moment of the Day
Nothing was able to kill Hercules
It was only Hera’s magic errand
Supernatural power acted on the air, water or land
Nothing could harm you without hers
One jealous of can do what it can’t be done by
Everyday every moment hundreds and thousands die and live
Bodily or mentally fall flat on the ground
Eye tightly bound to the blue sky
The hands at the back head
What they see?
Everyday every moment we only touch and lie
Moreover we again move to fight for joy.
The hunger spirit is burning for what?
Burning the eyes, the heart, the chest
Burning the stomach and what not!
An iron rod
Red in the fire
All fires and creates smoke
Where I step I feel like
Fire burning on the mud or sand
In this vague and smoky world I can’t have
A slash of watery land
I get lost in your love
O dear, can’t you hear?
Burning the whole body and soul
How should I keep pace in this vast world night?