Stories From Lahore

1st Sleep is the warmest thing That hovers over the crumbling roof of my room The loneliest corner has books on mathematics and science Most of them suggest there is no God. I wonder if scientists and mathematicians live in houses Where sleep isn’t the warmest thing. I’ve got books on religion too; They are neatly arranged inside my refrigerator. They all speak of an afterlife. The word “Afterlife” was invented in Antarctica By some priest who sold ice-creams. It leaves me feeling too cold! Tonight I yearn to swallow the warmth of sleep That crumbles the roof of my room. 17th A poet looks at the world Like a man looks at a woman— Craving for words. lusting for curves. I’m an earthen man made up of fragile words And you are a subject of Neruda’s poetry. A flute’s song under a dying moon You can tear open the monsoon clouds And steal the words for the parched earth Where the bones of earthen poets rest. Prison for Mad Men I laugh for hours. It makes me sad ...

Shikva agarchay Khoob tha andaza rah'oon ki bay-rukhi ka, hammein dhooka diya manziloon ki sadaqat ney. Humgama Hur pal Saqoot ki talash goya, Humgama-E-Zindagee ki shorish ka hay sabab. Siah raat mein Hamashi kay roshan deyay talay Gull hootay humgamay ka sabab parkho Mutafaraq Isha'ar I Tere roop ki taap per nachein khawab., Jub ujli raat ki taar chirray, tera sonnay jaisa roop jallay, Chand ki halqi aanch tallay. II Kabhi ruq gayay, kabhi chull deyay, Ab tu guzzar jayay gein jaan say, janna Moorat Saat surro ki malla bhur kay, Jug bhur ki aashti dhur kay, Ik deep sa soruj jalla day ri, Sangeet ki agni jagga day ri. Muthi bhur chikni maati lay kay, Chandun sa roop rangoon mein bhur kay, Ik Moorat apni banna day ri, Meri rooh ki tapti bhujha day ri. Kaala Tere tu changa kalla kutta jerra malik waffa nebhway, zuban teri tay kalma rub da, Mun kalla jeenway savva Ja ishq nu perun aalya, Tenu Alif di na hoe pehchan Bhari maseet witch khali mun naal, Lenda rub da ...