Sands on the Shore
Waves Come and go.
Imprints made
Not there anymore....

Tried to keep you out of my mind
Leaving all memories behind.
Failed so many times.

The only difference
between you and me is ...
You Break.  I make.

The Driver
His Car
Random Roads
Speed Breakers
*** Holes
Cars Overtaking
Tyres Worn Out
Slowed Down
Parked
Towed Away .........

Walked on the Wrong Roads.
Knocked on the Wrong Doors.
Wasted Time Settling Scores.
Spent most of my life Indoors.

All I now ask that why I am in the middle of senseless humans who are highly intoxicated and are selfish.  
They Justify their Actions very cleverly and indulge in worldly pleasures endlessly.

Birds make their nest
Take their own time.  
Beautiful ones too.
And then comes the storm.

For I have seen many a times
Those wanting honesty
are the most dishonest ones.

Hundreds of them..
Echos of Silence.

Some have names.
While others are lost…

Few are remembered
Rest are forgotten.

Not one is worried.
Memories Buried.

The first sight of those beautiful eyes.

Made me free from the lies.

The first sight of the perfect smile.  
Made me walk that extra mile.

Was it your dark long silky  
which made my soul flare.

Was it the lovely voice I heard
which made made soul bare.

Khuch Kehtai Hai
Mohabbat Hauti Nahi
Hau Jaati Hai.

Mohabbat Hauti Nahi
Hau Jaati Hai.  

Hum Nai Kaha
Dard Hauta Nahi
Hau Jaata Hai.

Dard Hauta Nahi
Hau Jaata Hai.

With heart and soul, I ventured forth so bold,
To climb the peaks and reach the distant goal.
Dreams carried high, I faced the tide so cold,
Through paths so tough, I played my destined role.

Through nights of doubt and days of endless strain,
I chased the light through sun and pouring rain.
In every fall, in every step of pain,
I found my strength, a fire within to reign.

And though the stars seemed ever far from sight,
My spirit shone, a beacon in the night.
For in my quest, no fear could take the light,
I lived with grace, embraced my inner might.

Though victory may not have been my prize,
I lived with courage, and at least I tried.

Every where there is Everything …
Yet Nothing.
Controlling Everything.
Yet Nothing.

All around there is Something
Yet Nothing…
Feeling Something
Yet Nothing….

They keep coming back to me
Just like the Seasons

Woh Zindagi Bhi Kya Hai Jismai
  Mehnaat Aur Dukh Na Hau.

Woh Zindagi Bhi Kya Hai Jismai
Aaassu Aur Dard Na Hau.

Woh Zindagi Bhi Kya Hai Jissmai
Tum Hi Na Hau.

The Illusion of Separation

How can we harbor hate in our hearts,  
When the stars we gaze upon  
Shine upon all,  
A creation of the same endless sky,  
Each soul a flicker of the divine?  
Rumi spoke of love that transcends,  
A bridge to the beloved,  
Where differences dissolve like mist at dawn.  
Plato pondered the forms, the essence,  
A realm where shadows are mere reflections,  
Where truth is a shared light,  
A harmony unseen by eyes alone.

Yet here we are, divided,  
By borders of the mind,  
By lines drawn in the sand,  
Forgetting that the earth beneath us  
Knows no such bounds.  
We speak different tongues,  
We walk different paths,  
But beneath the surface,  
Our hearts beat in unison,  
Our spirits yearn for the same light.

Value that  person
who cares about you.
They are as precious as Gold.
Because for a few unfortunate
None exists.

Solutions  to all our problems
Lies in nature.
We are too blind to see it.

If the small drop of water
Falling on the Solid Rock
Persistently can create a Crevice
And Finally Entering it.
So can my Poems too.

Forget the Sun Not
During the Full Moon.

Participating in a competition
and being the Judge too.

Full Moon with Deep Craters.  
High Tides and Strong Winds.

Too Hot and Bright Light.
Fell Off and Nearly Died.

Before we start complaining…
Think about the worst things
Which  could happen to you….
Think about those
who cant see or write.
Let alone have hands to type.

External Conflicts can still be solved...
Internals may take a lifetime or more....

I sweep the dirt on the floor ...
    To see my reflection furthermore.
A Storm comes without restrain.
     Making the floor ***** again...

When they both Exist
Both Burn Inside Endlessly

One takes one Path
While the Other takes another.

They see the Light from A Far
Yet not acknowledge the Path

Mock those who try to show them
Preach Nonsense to everyone else.

Close are their Minds so Tight
No Reason will even make it a bit loose.

No matter what happens
Burn they will in their
Ego and Stubbornness
Unaware for Eternity.

Same Body
  Same Blood  
Yet we all indulge  
   In Everlasting Mud Slinging.
I am Right You are Wrong.
  I am Big  You are Small.
Making Fun of each another
Whenever we get the chance.
They call it with Different Names.
And all most all of us are also convinced.
This Game of Hatred is played by all.

The Mysterious Nature of yours
Makes me more Excited.
I am not just an Explorer but
at times like to be lost too...

Heaven I leave
Down I come
Connect with you
Accept or Reject
I need you
And You need me too

I find no interest in your daily deeds,
Nor in the company that fulfills your needs.
Your attire, your pet, your meals each night,
These details fail to bring delight.

I care not for tales without validation,
For truth alone sparks contemplation.
Governance shifts from poor to worse,
An endless cycle, a binding curse.

Your thoughts of me, like fleeting air,
Are weightless whispers I need not bear.
In the realm of mind and soul, I dwell,
Unbound by notions others tell.

Millions of thoughts, an empty mind,
Searching for purpose, losing time.
Passion gone, interest fades,
Business struggles, debts cascade.

Stuck in a rut, years go by,
Losses grow, dreams seem to die.
Trapped in debt, feeling alone,
No one to talk to, all on your own.

Nights are long, days are gray,
Hopes and dreams seem far away.
But deep inside, a spark remains,
A whisper calls through all the pain.

To rise above, break the mold,
A story of courage yet to be told.
Amid the dark, a light is found,
A chance to turn life back around.

With each step, a new chance grows,
In the garden of tomorrow, hope still sows.
Though the path is rough and steep,
It's dreams pursued that hearts shall keep.

So stand tall, embrace the fight,
For in the darkest hour, stars shine bright.
Though life is hard and challenges steep,
It's in the journey that dreams we keep.

Some have to wear it
on their mouths
Some need to take it out
from their heads.

In the end
We are better off  
Than millions
Who Starve
Who are Homeless
Who are Sick
Who are Abused.
And the list goes on and on.
So all I can say is
Thanks  to the Creator ….

Sometimes do ask
The Driver too.

And then they are times
Maybe Seconds , Minutes or Hours.
Days , Weeks or Years.
You are all alone.
No one to Speak
No one to Listen
Many come and go
Some Stay a while
Some Stay a bit longer
And then go
Expectations may never be fulfilled
But there is still hope
That someone may stay for long.

Blinded and Intoxicated
Deaf and Ignorant
Board that Luxurious Train
Unaware of the Masses Pain
Stopped by the Few who Dare
Still they hardly Care.
Their Journey Begins
With No Destination No End
Stuck now they are in that Train
Screaming loudly for Help
Dissolving in the Ambience

Blamed for Everything.
Ridiculed for the Past
Humiliated for the Name.
Blind when proved Wrong.
Dumb when loose an Argument.
Why ?

So much of Hatred.
So much of Anger.
So much of Frustration.
So Lost in this Illusion.
Why ?

Nearly Brain Washed.
Clean and Dry.
Lost all Reasoning
Its all about their Ego.
Why ?

Mute Spectators to all the Unjust.
Always justifying.
Endless Debates.
Confusion Prevails.
Why ?

Same Path..
Different Cars.
Same Destination...

In the endless maze, trapped, alone,
Lost forever, a silent groan.
Then, a figure, a guiding star,
Showing the way, near and far.

Endless thanks, to him we send,
Till eternity, our gratitude won't end.
Yet few recall, in memory's net,
The one who saved, lest we forget.

Forgotten by most, in the shadow's fold,
Trapped forever, in stories untold.
But in our hearts, the memory stays,
Of the special one, in eternal praise.

The  Spider is once again trapped
In its Own Mighty Complex Web.

A Multicoloured Painting ....
With different Shades....
As the Light Changes ....
So does these shades......

They lead with certainty, paths well-defined,  
Preach with conviction, in every word aligned.  
They smile, a beacon in the darkest night,  
Guide us gently, towards the distant light.  

Yet shadows linger where their words reside,  
A subtle chill where warmth should abide.  
Is it truth they speak, or am I misled?  
The answers slip through the thoughts in my head.  

Either they're right, steadfast and strong,  
Or it’s my own compass that’s been wrong.  
In this maze of doubt, I'm left to roam,  
Confused and searching, far from home.  

The signs they show, the vibes they lack,  
Leave me questioning the path I track.  
In their gaze, a riddle lies,  
Am I lost, or do they wear a disguise?

Hospitals and ICUs
Patients and Relatives.
Cling to their Faith.
Like a Baby to its Mother.

Failures shadow me,
Sunrise whispers, "Try again,"
Hope in each new day.

Its the last place anyone wants to be.
Some much of Pain No one can see.
Sad Faces Everywhere.
Some with Hope  Some without.
Some Cry Some Smile.
Some Live Some Die

کیوں دفن ہوا،  
کیسے اور کب میں الجھا ذہن،  
کہاں اور کیا میں کھو گیا۔

Sand Castles Built by
Blood , Tears and Sweat
cannot be broken easily.

Many have tried in the Past.
Many will in the Future.
The Castle may have cracks
Intact it will Remain.

For those who attempt
to destroy my Castle.
Seek some other Castles
built by treachery, cheating and fraud.

Attempt by you  
Will be futile for sure.

Sand Castles Built by
Blood , Tears and Sweat
cannot be broken easily.

Climbing up the Stairways
Hand on the Handle.

Walking on the corridor
Hand on my Chest

Nearly out of Breath.
We had hardly met

Climbing down the Stairways
Hand on the Handle.

In the realm of endless waiting,
Where talent endlessly flaunts,
A symphony of yearning souls,
A dance of dreams in endless taunts.

Few cross the threshold, fate in their stride,
To the other side where glory resides.
Fame whispers promises, a tempting song,
A journey awaited, though arduously long.

Yet, the others stand in helpless gaze,
Watching dreams like distant haze.
Talents showcased, a silent plea,
Wandering when their time will be.

Patience, a virtue, some endure,
While others surrender, dreams unsure.
Daily battles, relentless they fight,
Some strive for dawn, some embrace the night.

Their talent, a double-edged sword,
A gift and curse in one accord.
To perform, day by day,
In the wait for their moment's ray.

A stage awaits, the spotlight keen,
For those who persist, remain unseen.
In the rhythm of life's silent sound,
They wait to be found, dreams unbound.