Khwaaish! – Desire

Jitni shiddat se paana chahu,
Utni dooor tu jaana chahe,
Tehr gaya mera mann bhi,
Kya tu khwaab hai, ya koi haqueeqat!

Ruka hoon paas aane ko,
Aaz bhi badhti chali,
Saansein meri tham gayi,
Kya tu sach hai, ya koi saazish!

Ban jaa dil ki aarzoo,
Rooh ki tamanna bhi tu,
Poori kar mere lab ki khwaaish,
Kya tu chahat hai, ya koi numaaish!

Iss raat ki ho na subah,
Deep jale; roshan bane chandni,
Shama pighalti gayi,
Kya tu ijazzat hai, ya dil ki zamaanat!

 

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I am the Rebel

Perched on a dark cliff,
Inside the dense woods,
I meet a petite robin,
Donned in an amber hood.

He dives into the deep sea,
Fears no dead waves,
Shores back to n fro,
Anchoring firm on his rising fins.

He braves the scarlet roads,
Masks a warrior demon,
Combats tall in grim battles,
Conquering scars on gliding bows.

The call of silence awakens him,
The sound of dream beckons him,
He is the untamed.
Born now, he is the ‘Rebel.’

To the conviction,
To the faith,
He paints the abstract.
He is the Rebel.

To the passion,
To the cause,
He rides his belief.
He is the Rebel.

To the origin,
To the pattern,
He ain’t lie morbid.
He is the Rebel.

To the price,
To the reward,
He reigns the hat.
He is the Rebel.

To the force,
To the strength,
He masters his choice,
He is the Rebel.

He is guts.
He is glory.
He is legend.
He is the story.
He is the Rebel.

He is substance.
He is existence.
He is freedom.
He is immortal.
He is inside me.
I am the ‘Rebel.’

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