BInt-e-Hawwa

December ab kay aao to
Tum uss shehr-e-tamanna ki khabar laana
Kay jis may jugnoo'n ki kehkashaain jhilmilaati hain
Jahan titlee kay rangoo'n sey fazaain muskuraati hain
Wahan chaaro'n taraf khushboo wafa ki hai
Aur uss ko jo bhi pouron sey
Nazar sey chhoo gaya pal bhar
Mehek uthaa

December ab kay aao to
Tum uss shehr-e-tamanna ki khabar laana
Jahan per rait kay zarey sitaarey hain
Gul-o-bulbul, maah-o-anjum wafa kay istiaarey hain
Jahan dil woo samander hai , jiss kay kaee kinaarey hain
Jahan qismat ki daive muthiyon mein jagmagaati hai
Jahan dhakan ki lay per bey-khudi nagmein sunaati hai
December hum sey na poocho hamaarey sheher ki baabat
Yahan aankhoun mein guzrey kaarwaan ki gard thehri hai
Labo'n per al-atsh hain, batan mein faaqey pinaptey hein

Muhabbat barff jaisee hai yahaan
Aur dhoop kay khaitoun mein ugti hai
Yahan jab subah aati hai
Tou shab kay saarey sapney
Raakh kay aik dhair ki soorat mein dhaltey hein
Yahan jazboun ki tooti kirchiyaan aankhoon mein chupbhti hain
Yahan dil kay lahoo mein
Apne Laikh'on ko dabo ker ham
Sunehray khwaab buntey hein
Phir unn khwaaboun mein jeetay hein
Inhi khwaaboun pey martey hein

Dareedah rooh koo lafzoon sey seena goo nahin mumkin
Magar phir bhi
December Ab KaY AaOoO Tu
Tum uss shehr-e-tamanna ki khabar laana.....!!!

How Strange

How strange is man's carelessness
He passed through life with pride and peace
I thought of life it became my home
Like some passengers homes
The comfort of people union in it is one
Its littleness and plenty are the same
Till when is my endurance?
As if I were underground and then blessed with two fellows
I want multiply of more and more
If I confined my self to what's little, it would have been enough
How good parents are
As if I am displeased with my place by being close to them
Worries prepare me to the world
Searching for my dignity in disgrace
Denying me if the moist earth was piled up over me
Hide and deserted me

Last Breath by Ahmed Bukhatir

From those around I hear a Cry,
A muffled sob, a Hopeless sigh,
I hear their footsteps leaving slow,
And then I know my soul must Fly!
A chilly wind begins to blow,
within my soul, from Head to Toe,
And then, Last Breath escapes my lips,
It's Time to leave. And I must Go!
So, it is True (But it's too Late)
They said: Each soul has its Given Date,
When it must leave its body's core,
And meet with its Eternal Fate.

Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who knows? Tomorrow could be your Day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell
Decide which now, Do NOT delay !
Come on my brothers let's pray
Decide which now, Do NOT delay !
Oh God! Oh God! I cannot see !
My eyes are Blind! Am I still Me
Or has my soul been led astray,
And forced to pay a Priceless Fee
Alas to Dust we all return,
Some shall rejoice, while others burn,
If only I knew that before
The line grew short, and came my Turn!
And now, as beneath the sod
They lay me (with my record flawed),
They cry, not knowing I cry worse,
For, they go home, I face my God!

Oh mark the words that I do say,
Who knows, Tomorrow could be your Day,
At last, it comes to Heaven or Hell
Decide which now, Do NOT delay !
Come on my brothers let's pray
Decide which now, do not delay ....