This is a currently popular song by Bilal Khan from the music centre of Pakistan- Coke Studios.
**Shaam wahi
Par tu nahi
Ab yeh safar
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Misty Night
On this misty night
Trees are backlit mystically
She cannot welcome
Winter with any warmth
Yet, when you are near
The biting wind is forgiven
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This Pebble
First published on 24th October, 2006
This Pebble;
Pure while at heart but
a tinge of brown outside.
Smooth, but for a few cracks
through which the blankness
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Missing Mountains
First published in September 2007
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This prison. Walls. No trees.
No where to hide
To be alone or cry.
No one to understand the lover’s yearning for the mountains
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Cockroaches
From October 2008:
You may not have heard this story before but I’m sure if you look hard enough inside you, it will seem familiar. I knew it before it happened but I didn’t know I did, till it did.
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City
Written in December 2006
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There is no wholesome plant here
There is no learning
No passion.
Being with the dead kills me.
.
There aren’t enough trees
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The Enzyme and the Substrate
Activating a substrate to receive
An enzyme
Ready
Arrive
The electrons
Stretch to welcome
You float above the substrate
Before you form a link
You drift
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Silver Haired Goddess
(Written about my grandmother October 2006)
The sun lights up her silver hair
She walks gracefully past in her fresh light sari.
She’s a goddess from above.
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A Passing Thought about 'Chicks' and 'Babes'
Published first on August 30, 2007
The brain stews some ingredients
When the time is right, the aroma emerges…
Thoughts are like passing clouds…
It strikes me that respect is a rare feeling amongst people.
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Walking Home
Written in 2003
It was just another day and she was returning from school. After a long ride, the bus reached the last stop. Several students got off along with her.
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