Beyond the Parameters of Perfection

As I trudge on the path of life...
I find my cross getting heavier on my shoulders,
The blazing burning sun...
The scorching expectations...
Few Crushed dreams...

No night to escape
Escape from dark shadows...
Shadows of expectations...
Expectations with desires...
Desires to get away...
Away from my Cross...

Just Bright, hot, sunny days...
Days to walk fast, faster than time...
Faster with each breath lost...
Lost with every dream passed...
Passed with every moment...

Blistered feet, tired legs, lifeless eyes...
Tell the tale of my cross getting heavier...
Dried lips, kneeling down, praying for the destiny...
A destiny with dignity...
For I dont want anyone to carry my burden...
For I have no one to carry my cross...

... Arshad

Apne Dil ko kuch yun bhi saja kar rakhna...
Bejaan deewaron pe teri tasveer laga kar rakhna...

Shab-e-dard ki inteha ab aur nahi koi...
Subah hone ko hai ye umeed bana kar rakhna...

Kabhi maile to baant loonga ashq aankhon ke...
Ye moti apni palkon mein chupa kar rakhna...

Zaroorat hogi teri moujoodgi ki mujhe...
alvida kehne ko kuch waqt bacha karne...

Na tadpa sake mujhe tanhai-e-safar...
meri maiyat pe uski tasveer laga kar rakhna...


...Arshad jawed

Khatam hone ko hai, dard-e-safar suna hai...
Utho sone waalon, aane ko hai nayi saher suna hai...

Unki tabinda aankhon mein Kya tha kya pata...
Zamane ko ise meri muhabbat kehte suna hai...

Jeene ki umeed na chhod nafrat bahi hawaon mein...
Ba-hayat hai abhi ek Khuloos-e-Shajar suna hai...

Na rahe wo hum, na rahe wo halat, par aaj bhi...
Dil ke sannate mein pukaarta hai koi tera naam...
suna hai...