Indo-Pak friendship prophecy

Ind-Pak please don't war,
Not play in hands of US-China czar.
Ind-Pak please don't be fighty,
Or else insaaf be done at once by the Almighty.

There are miseries persisting on both sides of border,
Violence, kidnappings, murder; rapes and social disorder.
Poor die of debt or of natural disaster,
But you keep bringing the K-word and Terrorism, after and after.

Yes, terror in a big way is bone of contention,
But talks are the way forward, not dialog suspension.
If you're really serious, then form a consensus,

'coz people now realize that for vote you're in nexus.

Common people here want harmony and peace,
And not a blood shed victory or a land's piece.
It's the middlemen in fundamentalists who fuel our feud,
They relish the unrest in region, and ignorant are wooed.


It's time we rejuvenate our spirit of living in togetherness,
Time we realize - united we stand, and not in wilderness.
The sweet virtues of unity come to us with propensity,
And with our cultural propinquity, let's outlive any past enmity.

Let's fly again together our very own friendship kite,
And let the envious world burn in ashes, at this formidable sight.

Ind-Pak zindabad tha, Ind-Pak zindabad hai,
Aur Ind-Pak zindabad rahega! Insha-Allah.. Ameen.






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Primroses... whilst train journey

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Passing by a lane, having my sush.

Just gave an uninterested glance to nearby bush

There was something which just caught my attention

And I thought tiny yellow beautiful primroses do deserve a mention.

Life is green but dense

For some it makes good fence

Some leaves tiny, some leaves big

Crisscrossed twigs having a dig.

Everyone’s life has primroses

How simple tiny yellow sweet little things are they!

Life grows around them,

Sometimes proceeds further cause of them.

Sometimes end at last cause of them.

But without them life is not life,

It’s a bush

Primroses add life to them

End the never ending strife in them.

Primroses in life means pursuit of pleasure

Whatever you desire and aspire to do with your work and leisure.

Don’t count them with roses which have the league of their own,

Though not so royal,

Primroses are often priceless than throne!

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i like you

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I don't wanna lose you,

in any case.

I don't wanna lose you,

let me face.

I don't wanna lose you! lose you!! lose you !!!

Never ever leave me,

all alone,

Never ever leave me,

on my own.

Never ever leave me! leave me !! leave me !!!

You always make me,

feel special.

You always make me,

smile-able.

You always make me ! make me !! make me !!!

You are my angel,

miss sunshine.

You are my angel,

with you am fine.

You are my angel ! angel !! angel !!!

Friend i like you,

more than my soul.

Friend i like you,

truly whole.

Friend i like you ! like you !! like you !!!

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For our lucky friendship...

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Oh! You miss me…

Passing time

In busy regime

Thoughts just begin to rupture

To develop false mixconjecture

But it was all wrong

And it beats me

Oh! You miss me…

Words happen to create silence

Sometimes it is greater violence

I wonder how it is so

Life seems at times quite low

But it was all wrong

And it beats me

Oh! You miss me…

Its not that I ever doubt you

Thinketh Thy SWEET,

Bees around you.

That makes me so possessive

Never wanna be submissive.

But it was all wrong

And it beats me

Oh! You miss me…

Its only two moments I ever think of you

Its Now and Forever

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Why do I like you ?

Last night i was just... just wondering,
Amidst the heavy rains & thundering.

That there must be... some reason... worth know to...

Why the breeze waive the trees,
Why the plants bear flowers,
Why the bees love nectar,
Why the clouds rain & thunder,
And why do...
Why do i like you?

That there must be... some reason... worth know to...

Why the sun rises everyday,
Why the moon shines ever bright,
Why the earth isn’t flat but round,
Why the light is faster than sound,
And why do...
Why do i like you?

That there must be... some reason... worth know to...

Why people don’t fly with wings,
Why the grass grows green n thin,
Why the rivers go to meet the ocean,
Why the rain drops are so cold n wet,
And why do...
Why do i like you?

That there must be... some reason... worth know to...

Yeah we’ve been friends for quite a while,
Even on gloomy days we make each other smile.
I always say, you make my day,
You make me feel in a special way.

But still... there must be... some reason... worth know to...

Why do...
Why do i like you?


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Time Pass

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What are you doing ?
Time Pass !
Bunking not so important lecture in the class.
Glaring diligently at the passing by lass.
Nothing important,but
Time Pass !

What are you doing ?
Passing the time !
Finding a way to spend a dime.
Chit-chatting non-chalantly nine-to-nine.
Nothing important, but
Passing the time !

But, Hello Mr. fatuous frenzy,
pass time is not at all trendy.
Its not you who is passing the time,
Actually its the time which is passing by you.

{ Remember time is a valuable thing,
Don't watch it fly by, as the pendulum swings.
Keep that in mind as i repeat this rhyme. }

Or, it will be useless later to sit down and whim.

" Taking lame excuses is not the time's take,
Split seconds decide, your 'mustakbil' make or break."


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Terror attacks... an irremovable blot on humanity!

9/11 or Kandhar,
discotheque inBali,
or in Pakistani majar.

Delhi, Jaipur, Hyderabad or Mumbai at last,
or let it be the devastating Madrid train blast.

People all over have the same pain,
Same is the splattered crimson red blood stain.

Why people in J&K, Tibet, Jaffna, Sudan , Bolivia, Chechanya are still like strangers,
living daily on edge of dangers.

Why the monks in Myanmar are being thrashed openly,
and the poor Iraq was being victimised solely.

Who is playing game,
and who is acting sane..?

Laden or Bush whom to blame..

Humanity itself has become lame..
humanity itself has become lame..! 


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Ace of Hearts...!!!

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i expect things,and i never get.
Often they let go,Often forget.
Life is like a game of cards,
Seldom you get the Ace of Hearts!


Life for me is full of irony,
Happy days are sewn with mix of tyranny...
Those who are dear are not quiet near,
and some who are near are also not quiet near..!


The little things that i desire,
budding from inside, my soul's fire.
Are turned to ashes by their cold ire,
Trickle down tears, & i still aspire.



If it is something i really want,
I won't get jolted by unexpected daunt.
I won't be startled, I won't be marred,
In game of life, shall always find my Ace of Hearts...!


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B'day poem...

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Clouds darken the sky blue,
Sun vaporates the morning dew.
But whether its the scorching sun heat
Or the hazy cloudy hue,
I gift you the promise of being always with you.

In moments of joy & gain,
Even in moments of pain & disdain,
If I won't be able to make you smile,
Shall cry with you.

The pj's,the linen thread,matching frequency
And the never ending diary brunch.
Touchwood, Wish thy and I shall always have
Such sweet crunchy friendship like Munch.

I wish this b'day be precursor
Of all your dreams to come true.
And thy shall become more healthy,
more happy & more like YOU.


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Old is Gold..

Old is gold,
life is unfold,
youth's been spent and its been sold,
so much has been heard and so much has been told,
body has attained its ultimate mold,
summers are more hot and winters are more cold,
physique become lean and thoughts become bold,
experience weighs more than body weight and you often scold,
it's the time you realize futility of materialistic life,
get closer to nature and spirituality gets hold,
finally the fast paced life reaches a destination - wold,
All said and done.. they are our respectful elders,
and should be cared of affectionately,
rather than being merely doled.
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I Need To Know

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I don’t know when how,
I need to know !
Keep toggling effulgent electric bulb,
Feel gliding over oceans like
Sea Gulls !!

It’s such a beautiful feeling &
Mesmerizing,
Without her calls days are ….
Agonizing.
Wanna say a hell lot of things
But whilst on call,
My words get wings !!

Does she feel the way i do,
does she also does doo be doo be doo !!

Best Friends that we are,
Special ones for one another,
Will such a nomenclatures improve
Further !!
I don’t Know When How ,
I need to know how ……!!!!!


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Why ?

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This happened never before ,
this feeling was never at shore ,
but now suddenly its erupting up…..that,
why why why I am living up ???

Am i living to feed sleep & wake,
making a movie with no fourth take?
Roaming around in home & street,
teasing others & no one to greet?
no…no…no… then,
why why why am living up ???

Am i living to become rich,
sipping money & making others itch?
Living in a bungalow & an a.c. car,
where luxury lies but happiness to far?
no…no…no… then, why why why i am living up ???

Am i living to become saint,
but while sacrificing won’t I faint?
Preaching others the teaching of God,
with myself unable to distinguish correct or fraud ?
no…no…no… then why why why I am living up ???


Am i living to fulfill my dream ?
yes…yes…yes… I am living to fulfill my dream,
filling a tumbler up to brim .
Making my parents hold head high,
& making world happy with no one to sigh.
so , so , so , I am living up .


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