Posts Tagged ‘dead’

Buss Ousi Ko Maarna Tha

February 4th, 2016, posted in POEtRY.., Sufism
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Tum Mere Dard Bhi..Gham Bhi.. Alaam Bhi Tum..

March 14th, 2014, posted in LoVE, No Smoking, POEtRY..
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Beloved, care, dead, devil, wassi shah,wassi shah poetry,  john, john constantine, john_constantine, love, miss you, movie,love,man,woman, once again, poetry, roses, smoke, Smoking, wish

Tum Mere Dard Bhi, Gham Bhi, Mere Alaam Bhi Tum
Tum Mera Chain Ho Jaana, Mera Aaraam Bhi Tum

Kamyaabi Ko Nahi Hum Ne Tum Ko Chaha Hai
Hum Tumharay Hain Bhalay Ho Gae Nakaam Bhi Tum

Main Maseeha Hoon Agar, Mera Wazeefa Tum Ho
Main Mujrim Hoon To Meri Jaan Mera Ilzaam Bhi Tum

Kya Zarurat Hai Mujhe Dard Kay Maykhanon Ki
Tumhi Nasha, Tumhi Pemaana, Mera Jaam Bhi Tum

Mukhtalf Hailon Bahanon Se Mujhe Sochtay Ho
Aik Din Khul Kay Pukaaro Gay Mera Naam Bhi TUm

Yeh Siyasat Bhi Ajab Khel Hai Bholay Panchi
Yahan Sayaad Bhi Tum Ho,To Tah-e-Daam Bhi Tum

Jis Say Roshan Mera Aangan Hai Tumhi Ho Wo Chiraagh
Sach To Yeh Hai Kay Tumhi Ghar Ho, Dar-o-Baam Bhi Tum

Raat Din Tumko Faqat Tumko Mujhe Sochna Hai
Meri Fursat Bhi Tumhi, Aur Mera Kaam Bhi Tum

By : Wasi Shah

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The Dead Of Scarface

January 9th, 2014, posted in Art, BoYs, LoVE
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Dil Dhoondhta Hai, Phir Wohi, Fursat k Raat Din

January 7th, 2014, posted in Art, Ghalib, No Smoking
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Dil dhoondhta hai, phir wohi, fursat ke raat din
Baithe rahein, tasavvur-e-jaana kiye hue
[[ Once more, my heart yearns for those leisurely days
When time was spent sitting around, doing nothing but looking at the face of my beloved. ]]
–¬†This verse was originally written by the peerless Ghalib
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In Pieces My Soul Is Torn

July 7th, 2012, posted in POEtRY..
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In pieces my soul is torn,
But I have no time to mourn,
Time is passing and passing on,
Life’s vehicle is buzzing its horn,
Polluted soul and body deserve not,
To face the one who lives in heart,
Hatred,malice,envy and lies,
on my body like buboes rise,
Would that I were a baby on my death,
With a pure heart and sacred breath !

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