Everyday is just another day with twist; bitter and butter..life goes on
Ahmed Faraz
If we part ways today, perhaps in dreams we’ll meet,
Like dried flowers pressed between pages, bittersweet.
In the hearts of the broken, seek loyalty’s gleam,
For even among the lost, you’ll find treasures unseen.
You are divine, am I not too?
My love, are we not angels, pure and true?
Why then, must we meet behind so many veils?
When our souls are bound, beyond all tales?
Zafar Iqbal
Fatigue was inevitable while doing some work, And now I’m even more tired from resting too much.
The darkness outside has seeped within, In turning dusk, I have become the night itself.
This age was such that I spent it as I did, Disgraced myself while shaming others.
The bird can’t escape, but it’s trapped in this air, I’ve grown weary of baiting my heart like this.
Some weren’t unaware; they knew me well, I was departing even as I sought respite.
Water had risen over my head, but I struggled, Pausing everything, holding back everything.
What pilgrimage were we on that led us to these days? What dust it was that we made holy.
From the bend where we began, we’ve returned again, Bringing a futile journey to its end.
At last, Zafar, I’ve vanished from the scene, In making my unique style too common.
