Akhtar Jawad Friend Poems

Friendship is an amazing relationship,
I don't know how others understand,
I don't know how others withstand,
It is something hidden and locked by a zip.
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Pleasure and pops,
Music and hip hops,
Went on as it was,
Melody! nay stops.
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My elder bother was born in nineteen thirty nine,
And I was born in nineteen forty five,
He often faced funny words of mine,
He is dead and I am alive.
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Ek sache dost ko main dhondhta hoon,
Jisse apne dil ki baten sab kahoon,
Woh ke jispar main bhaosa kar sakoon,
Dost aisa, dil se acha main kahoon,
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A crazy foolish poet,
who wanted to write a poem on his best friend,
was going to ask Kelly Kurt,
are you my best friend?
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The childhood friends who played many games,
Never played a game that may cause the shames,
Completely unaware with the naught of nature,
The joy destined and blended with a pleasure,
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A friend I am missing for so many days,
As if I am missing the bright sun rays,
Is the philosopher poet now tired of thinking?
In a lonely corner cold beverage he is drinking.
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Hot tempered, rash, with an abusive language,
My friend is always ready to quarrel and fight,
Always creating troubles and problems for me,
But in the darkest moments when there is no light,
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A heart is a heart,
A wild animal,
It can do anything,
It can think anything,
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I was nice with him
he was nice with me,
and the friendship continued,
until he started ignoring me!
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A friend is a mirror,
an image with no error,
as long as you're before,
a truthful, can't ignore,
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Call me a friend, and do you know?
Friendship s a drink that changes with the seasons,
It's a soft cold drink in the heat strokes,
It's a cup of tea in the showers of rains,
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A feeble knock at the doors of my heart,
A glimpse of an awaking dream at midnight,
Moonlight penetrating through the cracks,
A feeble sound followed by a milky light,
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My present friend is a dependent on electric supply,
And when the energy crisis stopped flow of electrons,
My key board left me alone and helpless, to cry and cry,
Someone whispered from my neutron and protons,
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I am in mood of writing a poem of love,
But what should I write let me think,
Love of the symbol of peace, a dove,
Or love of a delicate rose so soft and pink,
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It looks at me and I look at it
we are exchanging smiles.
It's not merely a mirror
showing me what I am now.
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Dear Friend, Pakistan is too fertile for the crops of poetry,
The land here grows green plants and springs flowers,
The wind here scatters aroma of the scented styles,
The clouds here spread their wings for the showers,
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Bri asks, how can be sure that
A human thinks more than a rat
If rats have any Shakespeare
I'm at all not aware
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A specific bad and bitter experience of anyone,
may hurt your heart may shake your brain,
your body may shiver with a painful strain,
take it as individual evil of some one.
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No, no, no my dear friend,
My God never asked me to kill anyone,
An honest and just coexistence I intend,
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I am sorry how I can understand you when I don't listen to you,
I am in a zone where I want to remain isolated, silent and alone
Come to me to share thoughts and talks in your beautiful words,
Shall listen to you and shall understand you; beautiful is your tone.
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I believe what ever I desire to exist,
exists somewhere,
if not here,
may be on another solar system,
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She is a beautiful bird, in a garden or a cage,
I am not worried about her age,
Her physique or her complexion,
I’m aware of her amazing perfection,
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Though my arms were always extended to the heaven
but I saw a fog affecting my visibility, control your sighs.

Your feet are delicate and difficult are my stony ways
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The world is running on a to and fro caricature,
May be piston of an engine or the wings of a bird,
May be a withdrawal after a failed adventure,
May be a to and fro movement that is absurd.
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One who is split in pieces of decoration,
One who is united in the depths of flowers,
One who lives in the clouds so high,
Downpours on the earth like the showers,
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When I think My God is cross with me,
I further bow my head and I cry.
When I see my beloved is cross with me,
I activate my dormant wings to fly.
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