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"پوچھا، "کیوں بولتے نہیں؟  میں نے کہا، اچھا ہے نا  "انسے بھی جو قریب ہیں؟" انسے تو خاص طور پر Arqum 16/05/2017Read more …

کسی سے بات

کسی سے بات اب میں یوں نہیں کرتا نہایت معتبر سا ہوگیا ہوں کسی سے بات اب میں کیوں نہیں کرتا؟  نہایت بے خبر سا ہوگیا ہوں Arqum 12/05/2017Read more …

One Little Moment

The moon withers And stars bleed a neon glow The edge of time too sharp it cuts the night asunder One jaded sun trudges towards the gates of dawn Like a tired gladiator at the end of his youth The first ray lands on a blade of grass in dew A parched rock glistens with a subtle smile And all the grass on earth notices One subtle smile One little moment Hewn forever in time  Read more …

I am

I am,One drop less than an oceanOne leaf less than a treeOne grain short of a desertOne minus infinity Arqum 22/2/2017  Read more …

Weeping Angels

In nothingnessDull silence cascades down the shouldersOf weeping angelsAnd hollow sobs tiptoeOver a vast rug Not made by But made of Human limbs In a treacherous weave In a vacuum Their tears hang mid-void How tiresome is human life They wail And how grand their dreams All for nothing And all their schemes Dust in the wind Too great a price For a choice That does not exist Arqum 26/1/2017Read more …

Disappointment

Of all that forever surrounds usAnd the beauty we experienceNothing beats the joyOf meeting someone newAnd of all that reeks around us And our trivial heartaches Nothing beats the disappointment Of getting to know them Arqum 1/2/2017Read more …

غلط فہمی

تھوڑی سی تنہائ ہےاور بہت سی تاریکیاب دل کے گہرے پیندے میں اسکی یاد کی کھرچن ہے سوچا ہے اترونگا اک دن اور اسکو آپ مٹاؤنگا پر اتنی محنت کون کرے چھوڑو یادیں ہی تو ہیں خود پڑے پڑے مٹ جائنگی Arqum 7/2/2017  Read more …

Repose

Tired of the trudging gameI closed my eyes for a little whileRepose, I thought I needed too A moth sat on a lily wild A butterfly flew into the flame   Arqum 18/2/2017  Read more …

The Will And The Invisible Guide

Black rain pours Down putrid dark clouds Remorselessly afloat above the horizon Suppressing sneers Like revolutionary grim reapers. Evil bees over rotting castor oil plants, Hover, Gathering venom Every flower A soul eater Every stone A volcano And blade like tides Rise in the brackish sea And cut the coastal strands to and fro To and fro Below the trees Above the ground An ant carrying food will reach the anthill Arqum 31/12/2016Read more …