Hope

Kuch keh saka nhi os se main magar

 Kal raat dair tak roya buht hoon

Bataya nhi ye maine inteha ki hud tak

Kis tarha ose sirf ose chahta buht hoon

Ye sarhad, ye bandishain ye hudood meri

Par karta nhi in ko takrata buht hoon

Yun tou maine kabhi paya hi nhi os ko

Har roz magar zindagi khota buht hoon

Juda karne ko os ne kaha hum faqat dost hain

Chup tou raha main dil main hansa buht hoon

Is qadar qurbat o faasle ne cheer diya mujhe

Faasle se nez qurbat se darta buht hoon

Roz deta hoon khud ko hosla, roz samjhata hoon

Roz jeeta hoon main har roz marta buht hoon

- Ms.Shehab

Walk back

If I could go back tonight

I’d go back a year or two

I’ll relive the charming dawn

Of the day I came across you

I’ll let myself fall over again

I’ll see my eyes clear and bright

I’ll see a smile in them

And lips a shy bit slight

I’ll track myself down to the sorrow

When I cried from morn to night

How all was lone, so dark and strife

I’ll see how I fell out of life

And as I look down that road

I know it pretty I’ve seen the pain

I know all the highs and lows

I know how it leads far to the bane

But if I’d go back tonight

I’ll go all the way through

I would not change a thing, my love

For this love so painfully true.

- Ms.Shehab

Apology

You have destruction potency in you, a potential to be vile, and vicious, pure evil. You know they care of you, you are aware of it as perfectly as you are of you pathetic existence. Seeing that they care so utterly and so completely you hurt them, you hurt them just because “you can” merely, solely because you have the authority to. Now to feel dominant, now to feel important and now just to know that you have an impact on them; it like bleeding just to know you’re alive. You tread over their –however ridiculous- sentiments and practically feel you false vanity surfacing. This vanity, this hollow vanity of your very superficial personality, however insignificant it may be, serves the malicious purpose it set out to, it crushes the very heart of that naïve, ridiculous creature who intended and rightfully acted in every manner to serve you, to give selfless care to your unbelievably unfair being. Moreover the recognition of this extravagantly hurtful fact horrifies them to their pitiful soul causing every nerve to get alert still not of aggression but of the humiliation of such a confession. Furthermore it troubles you not one bit rather becomes a source of a guilty pleasure, immediately causing your defense mechanism to come into motion and bring forth a ready-made justification based on “reason” disregarding “feeling.”

Nevertheless on this emotional deathbed they seek not a justification of your conduct but simply an honest apology. And once you actually see this from behind your façade blinds it may seem a very easy way out for yourself and ironically may not satisfy you.

Condescension

Saudagari ke peshe main ghaate ki baat kiye ho

Lutaya dil, lutaya sab kuch, jan bhi nisaar kiye ho

Majboori ke naam per is qadar ziadati

Os pe hal ye ke khuda khuda kiye ho

Meri aabru ke tukron se dalail bana kar laye tum

Bharam ko zamane main dhuain ki nazar kiye ho

Bethe ho sabr ka daman thaame bare be-murawwat

Muddat guzri faisla howe, ab kis ki aas kiye ho?

Dikh raha hai aankhon main dard tumhari larazte howe

Agarche fasla hazar sahi magar, parwa buht kiye ho

Buht dour-andesh ho tum, ye maana hum ne

Ab ke magar nadani main khudaai ka dawa kiye ho

- Ms.Shehab

Ode to Buggie

Like the mild, warm sunshine in cold winter days, like the dawn breaks the dark and everything feels alright, like the peaceful flowing of water in a river, such is as close as I can get to describing where you stand for me, and more. You’re like that parrot from ancient stories of wizards, the one with the wizard’s life in it not only because you have my life in your own lively, precious little self but also because you make me feel as powerful as a magician and as protective of you. You smell like freshness, you feel like poetry. You careless adolescent make me realize how wonderfully a whole person you are, with your innocent idea of being the king of the world, of singing out loud without caring of slipping off keys. Your all original theories move me to the core. Every time you smile with your eyes all bright and shiny, I feel like the stardust is showering down the sky, sparkling the entire world around me.

May God forgive me for comparing my sinful self as this but you make me feel like Mary, being a mother with chastity. You are a relief in times of pain, in times of misery. You are a tranquil escape from my woes. Its music to my sense on hearing when I hear you laugh. You with your clean conscience have polish mine. Today when I held your growing hands in mine, when I embrace you as my child, I couldn’t have put into words how much I Luv you, how wonderful a blessing you are to me and how I cannot thank God enough for a bliss as yourself.

Happy Birthday Buggie <3

An ode to you:

As the ocean bears a pearl

A pearl so white and fine

As the spring feels so fresh

So soothing and divine

Like a dawn after rain

Like a free flying kite

Young as you are yet so gallant

Oh you brave little knight!

You’re like a hope to me

A hope like fairytale

And yet I believe you are

As true as an angel

- Ms. Shehab