Better You Forget Me! Poem by Ehsan Ehsan

Better You Forget Me (In three Parts)by Ehsan Elahi Ehsan
Better You Forget Me Part-1
by
Ehsan Elahi Ehsan

(Dedicated to my grand daughter Noor-ul-Huda Zahra)

Who can remember all the things in the passing life,
What can linger on in our memories in such a hectic struggle,
When the strong winds erode the banks of the river,
How is it possible for the river to suspend its flow,
In your feverish struggle of life, better you forget about me.
When there is a slight sting in the hearts,
The stock of love is damaged by the ignited hatred,
In such circumstances our soul begin to strike,
Against the walls of our body,
Please try to forget me in this state of your mind.
Here we keep the streets of pain so wide,
Here we put on the artificial garb of happiness,
Here we give an attractive make up to our faces,
To hide the emblems of desertion,
Please don't remind me of such a plight of man.
Here the accidents have become the routine of life,
Here the snakes are usually seen in dreams,
Whenever a traveler begins to think of the destination,
Many fears begin to stop his way
What should I tell of me, better you forget about me.
Here the fathers are forced to leave their homes,
In the same manner when the birds break their wings,
In their ambition to soar very high,
When a man cannot find any way to carry on,
He is forced to return his life to God.
Here the chastity is stained by the unknown hands,
Here the elders are made fun of,
When the blooming youth are intoxicated in their veins,
The old ideologies are ridiculed.
Sometimes the old age teases us with the memories of childhood,
Sometimes the innocent pleasures of childhood disturb,
Some times the stinging loneliness rules over us,
Sometimes we weep out tears of blood on our lost belongings.
Sometime a man becomes disgusted of himself,
He is caught by a strange kind of frustration,
He feels himself deprived despite having every thing,
All the paths look thorny to him wherever he wants to tread.
Here the children are affected by the strife of their parents,
The very persons who can give them happiness make them to weep,
When their personality is scattered from the very beginning,
They go on staggering throughout their lives,
Here the chums of boyhood pass by as strangers,
Here the real brothers turn against each other,
Here humanity is considered an old maid of the house,
Here the relations glimmer like burning and extinguishing lamps,
In such conditions better you forget about me.
Here are some persons who have to live in oblivion all their lives,
They are kept in the background for their highest capabilities,
Time keeps them in the courtyard of its jealousy,
And they are punished for the misdeeds they never did.
We have always been hearing of the cruelty of time,
Yet we do not believe in the force of love,
Sometimes all that we said and all that we heard,
Is wasted in the lands of doubts and mistrusts.
The dark path also provide some energy to the feet
The apparent misery also gives some consolation
When a man does not find any support from anywhere
He is compensated with the wealth of belief and patience.
Some people prove to be a blessing for others
Where there are no kiths and kins, some unknown people come forth
Those who keep a grudge against every one for nothing
Die one day without leaving any marks or memories.
Here the people are often travelling to the otherside of destination
Here the rivers of illusions keep on running in the minds
When there is no way to come out of miseries
People accept them as their fortune.
The jealous are never given the wealth of love,
If our inner self is not good, we cannot find any peace of mind
You have to implore the blessing of love,
The proud are always kept away from it.
Those who are in power always remain jealous
Even of the birds who are flying freely in the air
They will have to review their attitude
If they have any tinge of the fear of God in them.
I have still to arrange how to patch up the effects of autumn
I have to prepare myself to welcome the coming spring
Man can meet any calamity at any time
And I have still to prepare myself for that.
You keep the hustles and bustles of your city markets
I think the little delights of my village streets are better
No doubt, in your cities there are highly fashioned girls,
Yet the simple maids of my village are more beautiful.
I think you have not seen yet the deserted places,
You have not come across the burning coal beneath the ashes,
Time itself, sometimes is stunned
When it notices how the lovers stand beside each other.
Here the blood relation are also based on division
Here the families even are run by the selfish
The humanity, however, is based on attitudes
It is something else that those attitudes even are falsely adopted.
The world has been changed by man into a valley full of blood
Everywhere there is fire spread by man
No race is enemy of its own race as is man
This is the tradition which man only is carrying on devotedly.
There are some people who show themselves what they are not,
They garb their meaning with false words,
Whatever good impression they may give
The faces around them tell some different story.
It depends upon the intent and courage of the travelers
If they have to stop some where, it is only as a pause,
Although their feet seem to be tired yet their eyes are shining,
They are making their temporary stay to begin anew.
Still you have to pass through the desert of your love
Still you have to see what darkness is there
Still the spell of relationship is to be broken
Still you have to look with astonished eyes.
The flights of ideas are impatient I don't know how to control
The whirls which are in my feet do not let me stay
The fear of time is always prevalent in my mind
And my passions, which are rare, do not allow me to rest.
There is a strange chain of dreams going on
The knowledge of books seems to be incomplete before them
The insight is taking over the outward sight,
And the spring seems blooming in autumn.
O. Time, you have perhaps never thought
That these flying leaves had some relationship with the tree
The scene of departing breath from the body
Was presenting a strange tragic scene of fickleness of life.
We have also written some chapters in the book of life
Still there are some things saved for you
Time is very clever in playing its tricks
But we have also made a proper arrangements for it.
What realities are brought to light by the beams of my eyes
They have told me that all stones thrown at me were from my dears
My bleeding body is witness to it that,
These were my own nails constantly working on my body.
Reality lies some where else and the people are guessing some where else,
Those treasures that change the fortunes lie apart
Those ships that reach their shores
Always keep their watch on the rising waves.
Here the young birds without feathers are lying in nests,
Yet the scenes of sweet dreams are before their eyes,
The don't know how speedily and stealthily
The snakes are creeping towards them.
This land is becoming barren, let us make it fertile
Let us at least remember the things gone by
Time is constantly keeping us busy uselessly
Let us try to look on the beauties of nature.
We have got a beautiful garden yet we cannot guard it
We shirk from keeping a vigilant eye on it
Those who do not make an analysis of themselves
Are never bestowed with any kind of comfort.
The roaring waters have shaken the walls of the house,
The stormy waves have made it waver,
The follies committed by some persons
Bring out their results one day and ruin others.
Here the poor is always left helpless
Here the son of the labourer is bound to be labourer
Money is wasted on pomp and shows
But it is never used to lessen the poverty.
My friends! Why are you disgracing me at the last moment
Why are you burdening me with a shroud
That pain which I have concealed from the people
Why are you exposing it on my death.
The environment of the world has been polluted
Deep thoughts and ideas have been put to death
Man is being ruled by the radiation of weapons
The very hell is being created on this land.

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There are whirls of doubts and fears and our bodies weak
We have left our garden at the mercy of autumn
The cloaks that our bodies are wearing
Have been torn by the queen of time.
There are the memories of some nears and dears in my mind
The mind is often occupied thinking about them
Please be careful when you peep into my heart
Because there are many snakes creeping everywhere.
We are living in the dominions of evil spirits
One has to be a snake charmer to docile these snakes
The goddess of evil is keeping our land under its strict watch
That even the angels are not allowed to pass by.
The poisonous wind of time is always sprinkling it poison
On our hopes and aspirations
The tiny plants are smothered by it
And they are not allowed to become grown up trees.
We are walking in an illusion of reality
The life has become hellish
Here there are some people who, till their last moment,
Keep on moving ahead with the pangs of dooms day.
Our doubts and fears don't have their own way
We are moving with our homes on the shoulders of wind
We aspire to see the tree of hope grown up and green
But suddenly a blow from the blue comes and it is burnt.
Keep on seeing the flow of my passions
Wait where this river stops
See what pearls the old age keeps in it cloak
And what ecstasies are shown by the youth.
Oh that the fragrant air would have told
If we could know how the life is passed
Would that we were provided in this wide jungle
A small peaceful and comfortable home in a corner.
If a man loses his mother land he loses his identity
All relations are lost or halved
Those who survive don't have a tinge of life
The bodies are torn in threads.
Time has looted us so much, and so suddenly,
That we don't find any place for shelter
All the human beings seem to be fed up with one another
And we are asking the winds where we have to go.
When bad luck becomes the identity of some body
When man is disgraced to the roots
In such a condition it is not so strange,
That people lose every kind of good taste.
Here are some people who are distributing only darkness
They are bent to injure all the shinning eyes,
Beware of letting any body enter your privacy
Or you will lose all the good intentions you have.
We will also be extinguished one day by the time
There would be no sign of burning in our ashes
As we are leaving the threshold in disgrace
We have decided never to come back.
We are always in search of eyes and shelter
We are always trying to explore human nature
This job is very difficult of course, yet
We are eager to search the ways in the jungle.
All our sap has been suck by the high trees
All our energy has been taken away
We have ever been kept as young plants
And we have been left to remain low.
You may also try to break the silence of the city
You may try to express your inner self
But the story seems very weak from the very beginning
Any how, try to give it a new colouring.
Go on nourishing the trees, they may give fruit or not
Keep on trying to breathe a new life in the dying life,
A day would come when those who are lying down carelessly
Would wake and there would be a noisy life every where.
Sometime God fearing people come to the memory
Some time the strangers happen to come and heal our wounds
Some time the forgetful friends suddenly visit
And heal our green wounds on the name of old friendship.
You vainly think that your refusal to accept God
Would make any difference to His greatness
From one end of the universe to the other
It is God every where that manifests Himself.
The poisonous wind never allows the tees to grow up
The houses full of people seem to be deserted
Where the van of life moves on the borrowed petrol
Then the close relations turn their eyes away from you.
We have come out to play the old game anew,
We have come out in search of the prophets of love,
Those hearts that had been separated by time
We have come out to join them again.
We are the people always running after thoughts
We keep awake when other are in deep sleep
We place our fingers on the cords of life
And go on telling the story of mankind.
It is the nature of man to see people rising and falling
It is his habit to find charms in life
It is usual with him to search for shelter
It is his attitude to find someone sane and the other mad.
Pause your boats for a while and look to the rising waves
Listen to that challenge which is being made to them
Look to the faces of the people standing on the shore
And see how love and loyalty is dispersed.
Every face tells a different story
Some where there are the ecstasies of joy
And somewhere there is mourning
We lose our homes, some times, in search of some person.
You will have to see the other way for some moments
Your will have to look back to the running time
There are some values which have vanished away
We will have to revive them even at the cost of our lives.
The mirrors of conscience are broken to pieces,
The faces of the people have also changed
Now the pricking of conscience has also died
Gone is the time when man used to repent on his misdeeds
Better You Forget Me Part II
by
Ehsan Elahi Ehsan

Dedicated to my grand daughter Noorul Huda Zahra

It is my hobby to keep on playing with the shells on the sea-shore
It is my bobby to play with the scattered straws of the nest
Some times I feel pleasure to hold the river of tears in my eyes
And some times to play with the pearls dropping in my lap.
The boats of my thoughts are floating in the open waters
Sometimes these thoughts fashion themselves like beautiful maids
Life is made so charming, sweet and fascinating
By the butterflies of thoughts flying all around.
It is too stormy outside, strengthen your walls
Be ready to offer your blood for a noble cause
Never allow yourself to be nervous in such circumstances
It is the dire need of time to string the cords of breath together.
The prevalent indifference does not allow the hearts to be aggrieved
It does not allow any tear to come on the brims of the eyes
There is a horrible dragon sitting on the way
That never allows any friendly news to come to us.
The hearts have become dead, what are you telling them
The frost in winter even has no effect on the stones
No body is paying attention to what you are saying
It is just like blooming of the flowers in the jungle.
Merely good intentions are not enough for success
The winds cannot make the ramparts of the houses
Truth remains truth in every situation
And the clever arguments ultimately fail before it.
The tree has grown up but we have to see
It brings out some fruit or not
The house looks beautiful though not the home
And the insiders are impatient to evacuee it.
Straightforwardness gives the princely dignity to man
It brings disgrace to pride and arrogance
It never defames the grandeur of truths
It preaches sympathy and good manners every where.
We have seen much twisting of your wisdom
We have seen the idols in your idolatry
The wealth of satisfaction is in recognizing the One
We have seen much the kindness of the worldly gods.
Let me wake the hearts that are sleeping
Let me turn the direction of the minds
It has been blocking my way for a long time
But let me remove this heavy stone from my way now.
Still you have to test the energy of your feet
Although the way is very tedious yet you have to move ahead
We have to find that treasure which has been lost
By man in his struggle of haste and waste.
The sweet taste in the tongues has disappeared
The kind hearts have left communication with each other
Strange is the situation we are facing all around
The secrets are shared among human beings.
There is a great noise and thrill
The skies are busy in conspiring against man
There are no straws flying in the winds
Every moment man is faced with a new kind of confusion.
It is the belief that makes the fields of life green
It is the very spirit of all our existence
All the doubtful thinking vanish before grief
And its mention is enough to shake their foundations.
The lush green twigs are sitting in the eyes
The barren journeys are made pleasant by them
Though the autumn has always been conspiring against the spring
Yet this land has not become so deserted.
If there is a light of piety in the hearts
That light is reflected in the faces
When one is stricken by the blows of reality
Then he comes to know that self- praises are only delusions.
We have yet to study the book of life
We have yet to know the inner realities
There are many things lurking in the minds
And these are to be brought to light.
My papers and my pen is my own, not borrowed one
The grief which I have borne that is also my own
But this grief has been expressed in such a manner
That it has become the grief of thousand of men.
There are many thoughts still hidden behind the mirror
There are still many things I have to say to myself
I have yet to express that pain which is within me
And which has been accumulated in my heart since centuries.
It is good to have a doubtful eye about hope,
It is good to go on searching for truth,
Although the destination is always linked with luck
Yet to continue the journey and leave foot-marks is graceful.
Sometimes the crowds of thoughts keep my busy
Sometimes the drops of tears stay on eyelashes
We are always in search of remembering Him
And give consolation to our aggrieved hearts.
All kinds of creatures visit the dome of my imagination
Some of them are singing elegies and some happy lyrics
Some are so beautiful that beauty itself envies them
And horrify me like a black dragon.
Many people have exhausted them out
They have been in constant fear even in their own homes
Although time has always been cruel to them
Yet they have remained steadfast in their purpose.
Here is the burning sand of the desert and there the fragrance of flowers
The eyes are filled with the cool shadows of flowers
We have to go a long way in the burning sun
The boils of feet get inspiration from far off flowers.
We have to keep ready our unwise heart
We have to cross this river of fire
It is no use merely to sit and weep
We have to ignite our hearts with passions.
The bodies have started burning let us find some shadow
There is restlessness everywhere let us search some peace
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Better You Forget Me Part III
by
Ehsan Elahi Ehsan

Dedicated to my grand daughter Noorul Huda Zahra.

The prophets of love live in every corner of the world
There are still people who live under the shade of trust
Though the time has much changed
Yet there are still some kind people on this land.
The chains of fidelity do not allow us to move ahead
We are in dire need of the prayers of our dear ones
We are very patiently and very painfully writing
The blind cruelties of the time being played upon us.
We longed that there would have been some body
Who could take us out of the pitch darkness
There would have been some body to wake us
From this deep slumber of carelessness prevailing around.
We have come back after leaving our life
In the rainbow of your sweet memories
We have been sitting on the way in your memories
And at last came back leaving every thing there.
We have come to your city to find some peace of mind
We have come here in the hope of finding some shelter
We have left that world the ashes of peace are blown away
And the whole life is mortgaged for nothing.


Perhaps you have not seen what stories tell
These empty beakers of life which you have thrown away
They tell some times the stories and love and hatred
And some time they tell of the silence kept by you.
This life of our is passing in a rich variety of colours
The life seems to be covered by a strange fragrance
There is some times a smile on lips and sometimes tears in eyes
Life is every moment changing into a new mould.
These swings of light take us beyond the skies sometimes
We cannot thank for the blessing of God to us
It is He Who forgives us time and again our sins
We cannot reach the shores of our hope without His mercy
Whenever your memories jingle in the ears of our love
A rich happiness spreads all around the world
Whenever I feel some loneliness
I bend my head in your memories and forget every thing else.
The deep furrows of your forehead tell of something hidden
We know where your thoughts are hanging forever
We know who has trampled the fields of your hope
And how you have been thrown in the mire of worries.
Sometimes the waves of the past times begin to strike us
Sometimes the cords of a broken song ring back to mind
Man is the same from the very beginning to this time
These are his circumstances which made him seem different.
Your deep thoughts have gifted the beauty a new charm
Your beauties have added new charms to life
It is you who have irrigated our barren fields of life
And changed us from ordinary persons to great human beings.
The world is has come to an ecstasy for your beauty
The fiction turned mad when came out to find reality
You are a fragrance how is it possible to catch you
It is not so easy to win your attention and your favours.
Who knows that some body comes suddenly to install hope
And provides us some comfort in the mid of these worries
Who knows that a traveler of far off lands come suddenly
And change all the gloomy atmosphere into happiness.
When this world makes you an outlaw, come to me
When it makes you so disappointed come to me
If you are forgotten by the world in search of new beauties
Come to me and I shall make you memorable for ever.
Just try to share the pains and sorrows of others
Just try to give some support to the broken hearts
You shall see that your lights will brighten the whole world
And you will become the apple of every body's eye.
It is a source of inspiration even to look at the struggling hearts
It gives you the pleasures of youth even in old age
It gives hopes to those who are disappointed in life
It gives new glamour to the withered and faded faces.
You company provides an unlimited joy to the hearts
Your words give a new life to the dying meanings
Your charms put the whole world into deep slumber
And makes the people forget of their worries for sometimes.
We shall boil the heart in the heat of burning grief
We shall purify our heart and make it look like a mirror
We did not know that our heart was so much attached to you
And all the directions of our life would end on your personality.
The realities are still lying under many covers, let us bring them out
It is very hard yet let us go on tying to bring them to light
Man has always been inclined to go down from the heights
We hope that he would be able to maintain his high position.
It is not good to waver more than needed
It is not good to reveal your heart to every one
Those people who do not want to share your grief
Better you leave them and go on your own way.
We have no heart to leave you alone on the path of life
We cannot break your heart being harassed by worries
Although the winds are always going against us
Yet we shall try to change their direction to make us free.
The love makes us mad some time and we are left alone
Our sorrows are increased every moment and on every step
There is a storm going on in our hearts which shakes our existence
Yet we arrange some how or the other to provide peace to ourselves.
Your picture has come back to my mind,
Your memories have again changed the direction of my life
A constant fight goes on in my passions
And life seems again to take its weapons again time.
It is not possible for us to see these sufferings
We cannot bear this torture every moment
Love is, no doubt a blessing for man
Yet it is not love alone for which we live.
Come and see how our homes of our dumb words break
See what is going on in our heart without you
See that a tear which has come on the brim of the eye
And the grief it has while leaving its companions behind.
The confusions are the enemies of man
These do not allow you to do any work
The waves are rising in the heart every moment
And these passions are the only asset man has.
We have still to show new scenes to the deserted eyes
We have to take ourselves in the valleys of dreams
Our self-deceit is harmful to us, yet
We have to discover new ways for ourselves.
It is our hobby to decorate the mirrors and to break them
It is our pursuit to keep on fighting the winds
It is our pleasure to keep on joining the broken pieces
And become a laughing stock before the passing crowd.
This heart has become too inclined to write the elegies
The grief of existence is causing a blockade to life
The shadows of your picture keep running before our eyes
And there is no body to whom we can impart our sorrows.
We wish that spring comes to us even by chance
We wish that our heart is consoled by any means
We have still to cover a long distanced journey
And wish that a zealous companion comes to us.
Love is dying in the hearts, let me weep
The eye burns are becoming permanent
The thoughts are entangled with the bushes of confusions,
And the whole life seems to be passing in chaos.
Some knock at the door is very valuable
Some smile from you is more precious
The world is very beautiful, yet
It is your presence which makes it more charming.
Some body has come to steal a few moments from your life
Some body has come to tell you his past story
Please don't break his heart by becoming indifferent
It will take only a moment that you peep into him.
There are crowds of thoughts flying every where
God knows why these thoughts are so frustrated
These eyes see sometimes beyond the skies
Probably this world is not enough for their dwelling.
Love is like a jumping deer in the meadows
Love shows all its colours when equally responded
The deserted eyes make love barren and dry
It comes into action in the cataracts of time.
You have to be very patient if you have to go with us
You will have to be very steadfast and courageous
You have to travel to the other side of this darkness
If you have to keep your name alive after you.
These trees are still dry but they will bring fruit
They would surely be laden with beauty and colour
Their desertion is only for a few days
And after that there would be a beauty all around.
Often we keep hidden our wounds even from ourselves
Often we have to make a false show of our happiness
We know what restlessness is going inside us
But we keep the outer walls well decorated.
Some body comes and makes my every breath fragrant
Some body stealthily comes and makes me fresh
My body and soul are given a new life
And my whole room becomes an enviable living.
It is autumn outside every where yet there is spring inside
The deserted city does not show any sign of gloominess
The garden of life is still full of green lushes
And the green grass still has the crystal drops of dew on it.
We have been disgraced before all the world for our love
We have lost our value in your eyes as well
There have been such accidents in life
That no medicine and no prayer can heal the wounds.
Nothing looks so beautiful in life as before
Your memories are also losing their fascination
God knows what dull seasons are prevailing on us
That we have been looking forward to a single smile.
Let our senses remain in tact, we have to pass the whole life
Let some hopes, passions and zeal remain with us
Still there are many a times to evade the realities
Let us go our way without your extraordinary kindness.


There are the grains of sand in our eyes how should we see
That youth and beauty which is surrounding us
The twilight is still there standing before us
And every thing looks gloomy and dim.


Some times the delicacies of some people make us mad
Some times the love of some devotees bewilders us
Some times it happens that chance arranges a meeting
And makes two hearts love forever and forever.
The imprisoned birds have still the memories of the garden
They are much disturbed to renew those memories
The don't think of the cage in which they are lying
And keep their blood warm with the past memories.
When you are here, distribute some cards of love
Provide some consolation to those who are suffering
This goodness will help you a lot at every step of life.
My tears have learnt to be happy in the worst conditions
My tears have known the secrets of loving hearts
Seeing your generosity my head is bowing with gratitude.
The begging bowl is going to fall from my hands
Why have you made mention of the torments of love
You don't know on what saving lie I was passing my life
And with how many excuses I have evaded the storm.
The journey and its ways to it are unknown to us
Our patience has also begun to overflow
Let us see we comes the place for our rest
Where the lamp flames and where the moths die.
The earth is spreading all its beauties before you
It has been longing your view since long
It is sorrowful that we are not able to see in this crowd
Some body has come from the city of love
The wishful eyes are looking forward to embrace
He has brought such a name with him
That has stirred up our whole existence.
The tears of our eyes are not turned into pearls
There are many storms inside but not allowed to come out
Some grief is such which mingles into body and soul
And this grief cannot be forgotten in spite of all efforts.
When some disturbing idea comes to your dreams kick it off
When there comes some worry in your happiness forget it
If in your speediness some life is wasted
You should not care about it.
We have written many poems on beauty and the beautiful
We have decorated many houses for your abode
Nothing can be done before the passions of love
All the thoughts are scattered before your beauty.
The dry desert of love is becoming green
The delicacies of love are becoming crystal clear
O, God we are grateful to you that we have stood the test
And our love has remained fresh in every season.
If you look into my eyes, you will notice that grief
Which has been kept hidden from the eyes of the people
We have got a great reward in your love
And our sorrows have been made bearable due to it.
All the faces are telling some sad stories, try to console them
Mix some sweetness into these bitter realities of life
Life becomes more charming if there is some sorrow with joy
It you who have made the life so charming.
Time has told us how to make life memorable
To look for some broken heart and live in it
There are some flowers and some thorns in my lap
And I go on playing with them all the time.
Your memories do not let me to be lonely
A crowd is always there which keeps me busy
We had left heart and could not see any charm in life
But now your memories have altogether changed the scene.
Leave some ideas from your side in my dreams
The house that has fallen let it be built again
It is not strange whatever has happened to us
All the dears change with the change of time.
We wish some refreshing idea to visit us
We wish your beauty to come to our eyes
Although you have many friends claiming sacrifice
Yet call us when the test and time to prove comes.
What has happened to me I am ashamed of myself
I am ashamed why did I give my heart to you
I thought there was still love and devotion
But I have come to realize that I was wrong to think so.
Even in the autumn of love there come out some green branches
This is such a tree which spreads every where
Its fruit is the sign of the highness of man
This is the only way which brings us near to the Great Soul.


Some body has come to remove the effects of the accident
Some body has come to remove the stone from the mouth of the cave
The plant of hope has been burnt by the lightening
O, God, if there was some body to plant it again.
The galaxies of stars sing song in the dark night
The tell of those stories which have been left untold
In the vigilant guard of journey disguising
Your memories come to console our hearts.
The fragrance of flowers makes us forgetful
Of that grief which is unavoidable
The thorns of life do make us realize their existence
Even though a wall of flowers stands before us.
It very enjoyable to sit and weep for some body
We see and bewail our feathers flying in the air
It is not our habit to complain against any body
We know it is our fate to shed tears even for little things.
In our company there are the stories of some crazy persons
There are the stories of the burning lamps and the moths
Here the people quarrel on the last drop
And then the stories of ruins are generated.
We want to have a deep sleep with sweet memories
We wish our souls are filled with fragrance
We want to delineate your personality
We want to cover ourselves with your evenings and nights.
When the serious questions come into the thinking minds
They don't care for the winds of time blowing hard
New hopes take place for a newer world
And the new wishes want to decorate the garden of life.
Let us start with the sacred name of love
Let us do this work which remains unfinished
We have to demolish the walls of hatred
Let us spread this message to every street.


Here the people snatch away the glow-worms of hope
Here the people take away tears for the loving eyes
They keep their prey before their eyes
And one day they deprive him of the right of living.
Love is a treasure sitting in the lap of tears
This is the old treasure of the fragrance of the world
That person who comes to it never likes
To leave the world of aspirations bestowed to him.
The tree of love remains alive even when it is cut off
This is such a river which flows in the deserts
It makes the barren lands full of lush green
It can forebear the hardships of any season.
Some body has come to encourage the depressed heart
Some body has come to tell of the new possibilities
Look at the dying ashes of thoughtfulness and concern
The tree of hope is visible even in such a situation.
The echoes of sweet music are heard in the lonely nights
The cords are playing themselves in ecstasy
Love come with all adoration on the brims of night
It makes the eyes wonder on such a pleasant change.
We have not written any story of our blooming youth
We have not thought over even of a title to our story
We have only been staying on the shore of life seeing fun
The rising waves can however create a thrill any time.
We have also made some contribution to you story
We have also added some thing in the message of the morning
The fragrances all around are a witness to this fact
There is a name in the corner in the chapter of your reputation.
It is very difficult to keep the plant of love green
Every body cannot go a long way in the journey
The habitation which has been destroyed by time
It is very difficult to grow new crops there.
Still there are some dying lamps on the way
There are still some foot marks on the dusty path
The moss that has gathered on the two loving hearts
Has made every body stunned of what has happened.
See the glittering flags on the end of our eye lashes
See that we have decorated your door with tears
See that people are frowning on the news of your coming
And see what a new life we have got on this news.
The worries that are generated by your thought
The caresses which we have to make for them
Are such a blessing in the old age
That they bring back the memories of youth.
Talk to the winds and tell them of the changes
Tell them that the grief is giving birth to happiness
When reality come forward with all its dignity
The aspiration begin to evade them silently.
When your memories come to the miserable heart
My lap becomes full of the glittering stars
We cannot say anything final about any person
Because every person is changing with every moment.
The flowery winds have spread fragrances every where
These all are giving some message about you
Although we are weakly attached to your life
Yet we are proud of having some relation with you.
As there is a strip of the sunshine in two joint clouds
Or there is some light in the flowing waters
The same kind of relation exists between you and me
There is love, there is devotion and there is hope.
We cannot forget your eyes full of tears
We cannot forget how your heart had been broken
I would have learnt some way of living from you
But the eyes are still engaged in the galaxies of starts.
The deserted fields may sometime give crops green
The utter silence somtimes begins to speak
Some times the departed souls catch hold so strong
That the whole body and soul is controlled by them.
It is your eyes that awaken me from the deep slumber
It is you that brightens my dark paths of life
When there is an all prevailing hatred in the people
It is your love that makes them remember what they were.
The barren fields can also be made fertile sometimes
The deep silence sometimes begins to sing sweet songs
Sometimes the memories of the departed friends haunt
In such a manner that it seems hard to live without them.
It is your eyes that awaken my sleeping senses
It is your light that brightens the dark paths
When there is hatred all around the world
It is your love that teaches me to live with dignity.
There would come some light in my dark ways
I shall forget all the world in your memories
Though man cannot always find the fruit of his struggles
Yet you teach me not to be disappointed in miseries.
Nature is lying bare before us with all its beauties
It tries to make us forget our woes and sorrows
It separates us from the boring daily activities
And provides us every kind of comfort in its lap.


Poetry is written only when there is a passionate heart
It the love that generates through its verses
The imaginative eye opens new door to secrets
The language of poetry is the language of humanity.


A constant fear in the worldly activities haunts me
I go to the mountains to keep myself aloof
Even there I fear that this peace of mind may be snatched
So I keep waking even in my sleep.
The man is new but his story is old
It is the same story that has been told for centuries
It quite difficult to separate it from the flowing waters
Because life itself is like the flowing rivers.
The outer light has damaged our insight
The layers of doubts are covering the light of belief
But see even in such condition we are carrying on
The journey to you love with full devotion.
Is it the fragrant heart of the Kalar Kahar
(a very beautiful natural place in Chakwal)
The business of life is going on with full zeal
There is a constant rain of peace and calmness
And there are many friends around to stand by me.