azmat naushad asif

There is something about the winter's sun,
That aspires hope after struggle
The wait for tomorrow after
long cold shivering nights;
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He never said a word to me
I never said a word to him
But we were talking
It was understood
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Fresh crisp saree
Entwined around the navel
Kids around the neck
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You are no Zeus,
My man
Still u transformed
Yourself into a swan
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True love does exist
It's the love for oneself
Some call it selfishness
Some call it defense
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If you can listen to your conscience
Even if you can not hear the spoken words
If you can see clearly your purpose in life
Even if you can not see the breaking daylight
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From the darkness of the diamond shield
Could look at the mother, blue and bright
Rushing to reach the moon as all the stars
stand by. Mute spectators of the euphoria
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I have to dig up my fortunes
from four feet deep underground
because the opportunity never
knocks on my door
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she needs attention
he needs audience
made for each other
they are bonded silently
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When appreciation is sprinkled with jealousy:
That detonates the thought process in me
The anger presses the button
Triggering the blasts of emotions
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'Take on your hood
Grab your scythe.
Reap the harvest
Make places, for the new seed
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She is correct
How dead our minds get
Stop evolving as adulthood it reaches
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You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind. - Mahatma Ghandi

Until my thoughts are imprisoned
In narrow mindedness
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I pen for an elegant write
My quill dipped in blood
Of the dastardly attack
On me at my home
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The goddess moves across the sky
Her silver beam tresses divine
Entangles the sights and senses
Sometimes she hides behind her
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along came the spider
who sat down beside her
and seduced miss Muffet away
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We had a fight
From the first day onwards
Umbilical space to share
In one womb
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Drapes crease on my forehead
Between the brows
Like sand dunes
Finding an oasis of their own
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The wonders of aloofness
does my heart cry for.
Detachment from desires,
free from responsibilities:
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