Posted on 26-01-2008
Filed Under (Rekhta) by عمار - aMmAr

 

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Kabhee ham khoobsoorat thay

Kitaabon main basi khushbu ki maanind saans saakin thee

Bohat say ankahay lafzon say tasveerain banatay thay

Parindon kay paron per nazm likh ker,

door ki jheelon main basnain waalay logon ko sunaatay thay

Jo ham say door thay laikin, hamaray paas rehtay thay

Naye din ki musaafat jab kiran kay saath,

angan main utartee thee

Tu ham kehtay thay

“Ammi, titlion kay per bohat hee khoobsoorat hain”

Hamain maathay pey bosa do,,kay ham ko, titlion kay,jugnuon kay

des jaana hai

hamain rangon kay jugnoo,roshni ki titlian aawaz detee hain

Naye din ki musaafat rang main

doobi hawa kay saath khirki say bulaati hai

Hamain maathay pay bosa do…

Hamain maathay pay bosa do…

Hamain maathay pay bosa do…

-Ahmed shamim

 

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[bosa= kiss, manind= like, titlyon= butterflies, musaafat= journey]

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Posted on 26-01-2008
Filed Under (Few Liners) by عمار - aMmAr

 

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She shivers in the wind like the last leaf on a dyeing tree. I let her here my footsteps, she only go stiff for a moment.

Care for a smoke?

Lady in the red dress: “Sure!”

Lady in the red dress : I’l take one, are you as bored by the crowd as I am?

I didn’t come here for the party…. I came here for you. I watched you for days. You are everything a man can ever want… its not just your face, your figure, your voice, its your eyes. All the things that I see in your eyes….

Lady in the red dress : What is it that you see in my eyes?

I see a crazy calm, you’re sick of running, you’re ready to face what you have to face. You don’t wanna face it alone.

Lady in the red dress: No, I don’t wanna face it alone.

The wind raises electric, she’s soft and warm and almost weightless. Her perfume has a sweet promise that brings tears to my eyes. I tell her that everything will be alright, that I’ll save her from whatever she’s scare of and take her far far away. I tell her; I love her.

[Bang !! ]

The silencer makes it whisper; the gun shot. I hold her close until she’s gone I will never know what she was running from .. I’ll cash her check in the morning.

 

 

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(Frank Miller- Sin City)

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