Here is a poem I wrote in February 2004, published in the 'Aitchisonion 2004'.
She enters
Her sublte walk goes unnoticed
An act of desperation follows,
Yet, no response.
She exits
The incoming wind speaks of her scent
Heads turn
Eyes follow
Hushed Voices
The job done...she disappears
But she wants more...
There, Then.
She's no different...
No better...
Just a fake smile,
On a face with many faces
Her charisma fails to empower me
Her beauty fails to attract
My lust for another
Shields me from her sadistic charm
Till she returns
Hears wait...bated breaths...
Thoughts and fantasies linger
For that deceptive, illusory face.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
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ان کاغزوں کا کیا کروں تیرا نام جن پے لکھا تھا کورے رہے نا وہ، نا میں شائید ایسا ہی لکھا تھا
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