People Say that
People say that I
through bitterness of my situation
I pretend myself to be the picture of wasted thought
I love cynicism
I am posing myself as a sufferer!
I have nothing to do with raw poetry
Romance doesn’t suit me.
What is a “Ghazal” ?
The name of the teenage ideas!
The hearts’ glasses are so delicate
That only a peak of a sound can break them
The lamps of their alienated egos
extinguish with a blow of breath
Life is field of colors
They don’t know
I have my ownmanners
You have your own style..
His passions are different.
My talk is diverse.
All people have a common way of life.
This is an ocean of longing.
Shining waves have become
My desires crept on the sand like a scorpion.
The whirlwind of gold and wealth has suited us.
Spectators themselves have become the show of an illusion.
I too am a criminal many lust packs
Belong to me
My name has been carved
on the walls of a castle
longing for comfort.
I salute your father.
He has discovered for you
a grand palace
in a city flooded with luxuries
I can understand your indifference.
You have made another your beloved.
His picture was never a part of your dream
I search throughout the world.
Those areas the “Parvez” possessed,
soaked in the lust of “Shereen”,
could never become the enemy of luxuriant “Farhad.