Sorry for ...

Sorry I asked for the diamonds,

Sorry I asked for the stars,

Sorry I asked for the moon,

Sorry I asked for the world,

Sorry for I had been greedy,

Only if I had been quiet,

I would have had your love;

Sorry for I had hefty demands,

But only if you had ever listened,

I had been using the synonyms for you!

I Long for those Days

I long for the days when we'll be together,
When the sun will shine brighter on the nice weather
When the sun will dry the oceans of my tears,
And our love will bloom the flowers that withered
When the birds will compose a song for us,
When I'll listen to the voices I long to hear,
When the moon will light specially for us,
When the wind will forget the harshness it bears,
When the days will be smaller and the nights become longer,
When hand in hand like birds we'll fly together,
When everything will be just fine for us,
I just ... long for those days!

(I wrote this poem when I was 11/12 years old. I dont remember exactly why I wrote it. It doesn't sound very august or impressive now, but theres something still very very warm about it :)).

How much i miss you....

For every caress of wind, that reminds me of your breath
For every join of my lips, that reminds me of your kiss
For every waft I breathe in, that reminds me of your scent
For every striking gust, that reminds me of your touch
For every strand of hair, that reminds me of your mane
For every spoken word, that reminds me of your lies,
For every silent spasm, that reminds me of your apathy
For every oblivion of sleep, that makes me feel your presence
For every spot of melanin, that reminds me of the ravishment
For every moment of pride, that reminds me of the indignity
For every ounce of happiness, that reminds of the delusion
For every lost success, that reminds me how you gave up on me
For every vanished ambition, that reminds me how I learned to not want you
For every truthful lover, that reminds me of your untruth
For every passing moment, that adds to my memory
For as long as im cursed with life,
I hereby tell you .... That this is how much I miss you!


P.S. This poem came out of me after watching the movie "Casanova" .... screwed haan ! :)

Yoon he chul diye

kyoon a gaye,

zor-e-jamal tha? mehz khayal tha ?
malamat kiye, phir grehn diye,
yoon he chul diye !

kyoon keh diye,
kay mazah tha? buss kalam tha?
na gumaan kya, mera maan tha!
yoon he keh diye !

kyoon suna chalay,
kay dil kiya? irada diya ?
na khayal kiya, main bhi saath tha !
yoon-he suna chalay!

kyoon chul diye,
na kahay? na sunnay?
sub liye, dard diye,
yoon he chul diye!

WAIT !

The smiling colour of a flower,
The clearness like flour,
Show me All !
BUT wait for my scar !

The path across the shore,
The leaf falling on the floor,
Show me All !
BUT wait till i fall !

The reflector of my soul,
The shadow of my whole,
Show me All !
BUT wait for my goal !

The screaming of a cry,
the hideout of a shy,
Show me All !
BUT wait till i fly !

The Silent touch of dark,
The horrid shrill of a shark,
Show me All !
But wait for my smirk !

The Ballad of my solitude,
The Happiness which has flown,
Show me All !
But wait for my honk !

The dribble of my tear,
The steps of death very near,
Show me All !
But wait till i live once more !

The blasting heart inside,
The restlessness of outside,
Show me All !
But wait for my ride !

The one for me,
The one i need,
Show me All !
But wait till i yearn once more !

~ Faiza Andleeb

This is one of my most favourite poems. Faiza was 13 or 14 years old when she wrote it. She would always bring her poems to me for corrections. When i read this poem i was completely dumbfounded. I stopped writing poems for many years after that. Because at that time it felt that all my writing endeavours would have been directed towards writing something as fulfilling as this. And my four years younger baby sister said some magical words and ended my sway with just this much of simplicity !

The Art of Losing

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! My last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (*Write* it!) like disaster.

~Elizabeth Bishop

Ho Sukta Tau

Ho sukta, tau honay na daita
Jo hoya, ussay khonay na daita

Teray meh khanay main, dil kau doobnay na daita
Gur teray honton kay jaam say pya na hota

Na chaha tha, aur tujh jaisa khud ko mangnay na daita
Uss sukoon main, kaash khuda kau pukara na hota !

Ho sakta, tau hurgez honay na daita !
Aur jo hua, ussay khabi khonay na daita !

~Saira Andleeb

Self Ache

Yes my tenderness inflates, to see your eyes shine for me
Yes my integrity deflates, to look closer when I try to lean
Yes I sob, letting go of the fervor
But it makes me even by emanating firmness

Yes my piety arouses me, to feel your arms around
Yes my trust fails me, to feel a shrink when I try to give out
Yes it pinches trying to forget your warmth
But it makes me win one more breath, without a gasp

Yes my insanity soothes me, to see you boast for my wins
Yes my rationality questions me, to look around and find someone else therein
Yes it seethes me, to give up on the pride
But it makes me wiser than the one you tried to ride

Yes the air melts me, to hear you call out for me
Yes the reality freezes me, to sense infidelity as I try to decrypt
Yes it breaks me, getting out of your oily spells
But it makes me soar and feel my own self

Yes my passion unbinds me, to know that I mean the most to thee
Yes my knowledge binds me, to realize that it has all been a fantasy
Yes its hard, to open my eyes and forgive
But it makes me nurture my soul and know that I exist!

~Saira Andleeb