Come to me when
the world goes to sleep
and the children are in dreams
and the soldiers are in peace
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The mind wandering again into those distant horizons
Piercing the obtuse veils of the thickened oblivion
The last of the few subtly wrangling phenomenon
Pleading definite answers for very indefinite questions
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Leave aside the fairy tales of the bygone times
And the gardens hung in the heavenly Paradise
As nothing more beautiful than to be alive
And see the wonders with the soulful eyes
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Not like the ebb and flow of the oceanic motions
Nor cycling around as the vivid springs and lifeless autumns
Not as the day and night enslaved in monotonous rotations
Nor even dependent on the mind's oscillating fluctuations
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Naqaab purr naqaab chadayay kyuun zamanay nay
Gar tashnaa hi maarnaa thaa humay, saraab phir bata'ey kyuun zamanay nay
{Why did the people put mask upon mask over their faces
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Oh man, should you ask every time this inane a question?
If the love balance requires a near perfect equation
For, it is a feeling that goes beyond any plausible expression
Deeply ingrained and eternally kindled with no ephemeral rotation
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In those empty spheres of life
Where none appears anytime
Neither the stunning splendor of the Sunshine
Nor the dazzling resplendence of the Moonlight
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On a sultry summer evening
long before the Sun had fully set
As the traffic light on a crossing turned red
I joined the herd of so called gents
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The life had gone still all on its own
thought to turn self too into a walled stone
didn't know then the silence wont beget calm
until the pause pitched me into a sordid zone
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My boisterous aircraft hovered over an enchanted bay
giving a scornful look towards a cruise gently drifting away
in no apparent rush to reach its far and distant bay
as the ones ferrying were reveling their stolen days:
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