Biography of Takbeer Salati
I am a crazy analyst and a convincing observer.I travel in metros just to vocab humanity at late night in my compartment where I live as a tenant. I have goals and I love each alphabet in the word LITERATURE.
Takbeer Salati Poems
God Where Art Thou?
Into the shallowness of my memories, Between the wars of two heart halves I craved for the eternal list of my life, Which guaranteed my death and
In the Showers of Tears of Rain, I felt each drop piercinglike my own Guilt capturing its moments. In the Showers of Tears of Rain,
In the cradle of memories, Mine destines flourished like left to right and center Occupied with the dazzling stars of mistakes Counting the miracles of fate;
Dil thehar gaya, un aankho ko dekh kar Nazam -o-mausiqi jaisa aalam hogaya yun toh umeed rakhna aashiqun ki tareef hai magar dunya mai pagal bhi toh rehtay hai
Five years have crossed; ten summers, with the dawn Of seven long winters! And again my bosom Steels the voice from your mouth, rolling From my mountains to your alps.Spring
The Chambers Of Destiny.
The wilderness of the dried palm trees, Let the dates grew in somber The birds were echoing their tales, The burden of story was on the surface
Symphonies Of Song.
The clock struck twelve, and I dreamt Of the midnight when the moon, stars gaze on us Instead we praise them for eternal beauty I decked up with the jewels, and the flowers
Into the depths of the sapphire, I crossed a fish with the same desire I called her for the friendship She finned her fins while I captured
The first few sun rays on the snow-capped mountain, Embellished with the soldier's desire of the victory The Champaign glass half filled Echoed the fights between him and her of a certain kind,
O beloved! my beloved! our passage is done, The universe has perished, the child we sought is the sky: The death is near, the crows cry, people whine, While destiny is at thy heart, the bossom is fanatic
The glory behind the first look of the child, The insanity in the hair turning into white All in one capture of life, Lead to the death which is open and rife.
The first few sun rays on the snow-capped mountain,
Embellished with the soldier's desire of the victory
The Champaign glass half filled
Echoed the fights between him and her of a certain kind,
The walls of the eternal monuments
Glorify each time the essence of the dead time
The lover of hopes and the beloved of the memories
I craved for one more scene from my favorite song.
Into the wild, I craved for the mountains,