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To my forever, yes you, Some days back I started wondering what would be an ideal definition for love. What is that makes people fall in love? How come two strangers, no connection, no history all of a sudden just connect? How is this different from attraction? Is it attraction that makes people fall in love? How can one put all of this in words? How can one distinguish attraction apart from love, and vice versa? How do I outline an answer for these questions? What love is and what love isn’t how do I gauge it? How do I put a range on it? Is my scale of understanding wide enough? Then I look at you, and all these questions evaporate like water on a hot pedestal. Love is immeasurable, it is uncountable. It cannot be taught, yet it is learnt. It is not an exercise, it is a responsibility. It isn’t planted, it is born. It has no shape, yet it is beautiful. It has no degree, yet it is worshipped. How Rumi describes love is how I feel; I am filled with you. Skin, blood, bone, brain, and sou...

Bedardi likhte qamar ki chadar lapete hue, befikr unki dilkash siyah se lapete hue, raakh dil aur rooh pe kafan lekar, woh aaye darr pe mere khaamoshi lapete hue, bezubaan lab aur aankhein ghamzada, jaise ho asmaan mayoos bedardi lapete hue, jab poocha raasta anjaan musafir se, woh mashgul pareshaan bekhabri lapete hue, khud toh dedaar ko tarse chasm mere, ahsaan haathon me teri tasveer lapete hue.

I turn my attention towards you as the sunflowers turn their necks towards the sun. My life is an endless stream of water feeding your garden, an endless row of trees shading your house, and perhaps an endless night holding you - my qamar. If words would do justice to how beautiful you are, I would have to teach eight billion people a new subject - a new revelation. Buried inside my letters are words that merely describe your outline, with each shadow of my so black stroke gently gliding over adjectives to suit you. My ink, O my beloved ink loves you more than I do, for when I get tired of framing sentences - the ink structures paragraphs against my will. Shallow. Shallow I thought my love would be, for when I saw you, you reminded me of my mother. Your eyes hold a million treasures and a million dreams, and those dreams, their own stories. I wish to be just one of those million stories, even if it is of less importance inasmuch as you remember me. Your love by Allah has n...

Amidst the mountains and the valleys, Lies a land with a tale of sorrows, Where pain echoes in every alley, And fear haunts the land of tomorrows. Kashmir, a paradise with a bitter fate, Where guns and grenades have replaced peace, The land once adorned with love and grace, Now bleeds with every passing breeze. Mothers weep for their lost children, Fathers mourn their shattered dreams, Innocent lives cut short in a moment, And the land echoes with silent screams. The once serene Dal Lake now bears witness, To the horrors of human greed and hate, The shikaras sail on the blood of the innocent, And the snow-capped mountains lament their fate. In the name of politics and religion, Lies the reason for this ongoing strife, While the people suffer in desperation, Yearning for a peaceful and normal life. The scars of the past have yet to heal, And the wounds of the present run deep, But the hope of a better tomorrow, Is a promise the people of Kashmir will keep. As the winds of change slowly ...

To my Noor, Noorie, you're precious. The way I look at you, no eyes can explain. My heart beats faster when you're not around, and starts racing when you're around. I love the way you smell, natural, clutter-free, minimal—a soothing touch to my soul. Your eyes tell vibrant stories, of sorrow and love, of agony and sacrifice, of calmness and tears. Your lips, oh God! They just glide past my ears, singing songs I've never heard, telling tales of love far forgotten. Your tongue, slips away from every touch of mine, and sits on my lips narrating fables like it were true. Your face, so bright, as if it was meant to blind me—rattles before my eyes as I lean to kiss you. Your hands, structured and detailed, when they hold me I feel my bones soften away, like molten lava in earth's womb, my soul flows through pores on my skin, almost dissolving me in your hands. You are beautiful, and mind it, this is no ordinary beauty, just like lime zest cuts through extra sweetness, you...

I sense a vague disparity between the blues and the reds. As I walk through a trodden path my eyes meet clouds so white, they shimmer cautiously. The birds animating the backlit aura and singing effortlessly, a hymn for the weekend maybe. A brook flowing on my right, making a pleasant noise. Towering trees on my left, and the wind whistling through their leaves, melody to my ears. The sky is vibrant, so many colors dancing before my eyes, how little I can see, how beautiful the sight is. As I take a step forward, barefooted, I feel the grass cushioning every step I take- a carpet so beautiful no money can buy. To my sheer excitement as I gaze above, I see the sun, so beautiful that I stand still, feeling it's warmth touching my soul. Every delicate touch of it's rays penetrating my skin, I couldn't be more happy. The red rust surrounding it's beautiful curves, blending in, just letting a couple of thin bright lines shine on my face. The shadows, they change lengths perp...

A river full of sorrow flows through my heart, carving its way to find a way out. I keep telling it, don't rush your way through for many have tried to break these walls before you. Perhaps flow over it, and weaken its foundation. I've had great help and people who cared, but that never helped because I never helped myself. Teach me how to weave my wounds together, one at a time so it doesn't bleed. How do I keep myself from bleeding? I am no merchant of venice. A pound of pain in my right hand, a pound in my left- at least get me a balance to weigh. I know what it feels like to be left alone with bruises, they burn just like my soul does without a cause dissolving into pure chaos. Shallow, all your promises and words full of lies. I always wanted to see the real you. Please put down your mask and scratch that skin off for words don't do justice to the injustice you cause. My blood was warm red, now it flows blue, eyes were deep brown, now they look sharp blue. Someone ...

Last night I almost died, And you flashed before my eyes, Today I gaze down the meadows, Lifeless,  Dull creatures lying around, The fog lowering my gaze, What is this supposed to mean? Perhaps, You're omnipresent, Or am I dreaming? What do I tell these trees? They're whistling perpetually, Is this a calling? Or did I lose my sight? The river is still, Not wanting to flow, Hawks above my head confused, Now crows feed on them, Grass beneath like a carpet, Welcoming my death, I breached the line, And you flashed before my eyes. Ihsaan Want

I couldn't smell the flowers- to all the gardens I went were the same, lush green grass and colored petals, nothing felt different. All those stories, of Romeos' and Juliets' of Lailas' and Majnus' seemed false -- nothing in my life made sense. I was surviving, not living. O! I saw you, your eyes, your smile, they way you spoke; you took my heart away. Everything was beautiful, the birds I hated started singing for me, the odourless flowers were now my fragrance, skies so beautiful, stars full of life. O Beloved! What have you done to me? Everytime I breathe, I breathe for you. I have a purpose in life, you are the life, my existence the purpose. The way you fold your hands, the way you blink! The universe stops to gaze in awe, of those deep eyes with a purpose in them, that gentle smile and the beautiful curves surrounding them. Hair so dense I forget my way through home, but then I remember you are my home. -Words so beautiful the dead get out of their graves, jus...

To all the places I've been, my heart stops at your door. I ask myself, is this what I wanted or is this something already destined? My gaze meets your soul, penetrating every single bond known to humanity. Does this connection really exist in this material world? Or is this me daydreaming about something unachievable? Perhaps the answer lies in your palms which hold nothing less than my destiny. Do you hear me cry? Do you feel uneasy? What is this feeling? Each second passing by, my life pulling me closer to your breath. Is that what I breathe too? The same words I whisper too? Is this something I always had but never knew? What makes you open your doors to me? Is it me kneeling or is it love? Are you sharing yourself with me or are you giving yourself to me? These questions, they don't let me sleep. In this constant roleplay of existing, you made me act in strange ways. Who promises life until death sucks life out? Who promises happiness until all the roses turn brown? Why am...

taabeer karu tere husn ki itni ijazat nahi, ahsaan mayyassar inaayat unki aankhon ki hi sahi wabasta teri rooh se mai iss qadar, seher mein jaise dekhu aaftaab doobta hua musalsal qadam darr pe tere jo tham gaye, vasl ki misaal ahsaan aur kya du tujhe? shiddat-e-ishq mein dooba dil mera yoon, aabshaar sa girne laga tere qadmon mein aashna hua tera khyaalon mein mai, qaafila tera legaya dil saath mein lihaaz mere lehje ka na kiya kabhi, nazakat ahsaan teri baaton ki narmi mein thi hamraaz banega mera tu iski toh khabar nahi, nafs toh aakhir tere dedaar ko tarsega

dekh kar chala bekabhron ki majlis mein mai, jaanta na tha koi haal tere aane ka, pukaar di labon ne meri iss qadar, madhosh nashe mein ek musafir bola, woh aata hai doondhne tujhe har pehar, bas masjid ka kona bhool jata hai