She ought to smell

She ought to smell like angels do
Like a snowflake on a rose
Sun warm sea-spray on bare skin
An earthy fruit-laden vineyard
Sandalwood on fire

She smells like a lost embrace
Crushed moss on a patio stone
Dead flowers, day after the wedding
She smells like broken laughter
And of love never heard of

Attakk gayi hoon

Attakk gayi hoon
Ilfaz aur izhaar ke beech
Phanns gayi hoon
Soch aur bayan ke beech
Ik phaans hai
Ik jaal hai
Girdaab hai
Meray aur sab ke beech

No, I do not miss

No, I do not miss the people gone
I carry on, dont I.
Just the heart has some chambers missing
And the head has gone awol
The trunk lost a few rather very many branches
And a few dents, scratches showed up on the hull
The dazzle that was here, and the song
Gone too as the darkness came and the dull
The wind it wails, as it comes and goes
Thinking it is filling a void
The rain it falls, as it slips and holds
Thinking it can hole in
And I am here holding court
Perfecting the art of living

Faani

Chuhdd muhdd kaghaz ke pannay
Phaink chuki thi mein
Dhajji kapde, dhundli tasveerien
Gharq kar aaee thi mein
Maan liya tha, mein kuch bhi nahi


Mitta par phir na mitta
Suragh apna, apna ehsaas
Shinakth apni, apni zaat
Hoon faani yeh gumaan
Maan aayee thi main

Ab Dard Akela Nahi

Ab dard akela nahi

Tanhai nahi, siyyahi nahi

Aik duniya hai sangg

Aik tamasha hain hum

Ab mehfil hai, rangeeni hai

Ab dard akela nahi