Saturday, April 6

Alone in the orachrd, thinking of your face

Alone in the orchard, thinking of your face
Beauty of your smile, jeweled with a grace
Beating your name, lonely heart of me
Dreams of the times, those will ever be
When the season changes, rivers run dry
When a friend departs, mountains too cry
Where green grass is, white snow ever was
Pink face of orchard, pale yellow ever was
Why should I hold then, my tears or smiles
Your absence hurts, your thought beguiles
Fleet of spring has, anchored at April bay
Shady went orchards, sunny turned the day
Pink are the peach flowers, green are trees
Happy is the singing bird, jolly honeybees
Proud stands the fence, humbly waves grass
Calm is the watercourse, like a looking glass
Earth clad in colors, blue sky stooped over
Kisses the blushing bloom, eager like a lover
Strokes of the artist, on the canvas dance
Spell bound are eyes, hearts in trance
Let me run amid them, chanting your name
Short is the life and, time is never same

Monday, April 1

Sun shines like the smile of first love,

Sun shines like the smile of first love,
Witness the hollowness of our plights,
In soft shadow of gardens, April sings
Flowery songs of short lived delights
Wearily, I watch outside the window
Looking away, the never been sights
At the window pane, a butterfly tells
The unsaid tales of needless fights
Before you lament, make sure you lost
With closed eyes, don’t blame lights

Wednesday, March 27

This ocean, the dawn, this shining bronzy hue,
They aren’t the poem, the poem are you

Wednesday, March 20

On the birthday of a very dear friend

Pink is the pretty spring
Gardens dressed in green
Jolly are the clapping leaves
Merry birds sing between
 Aamir, Eman and Yasmin say
Happy Birthday Jasmine
May Almighty grant you
All the best, seen and unseen

Thursday, March 14

Life is a battle front

Life is a battle front
and it's OK at times,
to stumble and fall
to receive a cut,
to get deceived,
to get exhausted.
What truly matters, is
keeping your head up,
your heart warm,
your passion alive
and never surrender