Love and Autumn

It’s love, running in my veins

See, it’s crimson and sparkling

Calling you with all the lovely names

It’s autumn, all the colours are mellow

Ah! I heard, a whispering fellow!

Moving silently with the wind

I’ve touched a rose in my hair

Love and elation,

No cry, no despair.

I feel you smiling inside,

The shining face, I need to hide.

With the swinging of the bough,

Silently began, a shower of leaves

I giggled and thought, ‘What is Autumn?’

The answer came, ‘When every leaf is a flower.’

Published in Us Magazine Pakistan


The Yellow Tree’s Depiction

I watched you today

Helpless and haunted

Those yellow leaves fell

As the winds taunted,

Crunching, while crushed

Howling, while brushed

Clustered in a corner

By the old gardener

There, there, O’ yellow tree!

Lie detached parts

That once belonged to thee.

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Directionless Journey

Published in Us Magazine Pakistan

I walk along the wind

The leaves walk alongside

I try to be determined

And pretend to hide…

The memories creep

With a whispering sound

Like those leaves

Scattered all around

I draw a deep breath

And long for thee

With the season of death

Depicting me.

Water rushes to my eyes

And ecstasy begins

I give a faint cry

As the pain wins.

Ah! the Autumn arrives

Silence dominates

Taking several lives,

Enjoying on the skates

Evening to twilight

Spent in the walk

With no changes,

No sound of a knock.

It drizzles in the night

And nature springs to life

Heart soars like a kite

After bleeding under the knife.

I want to hold my breath

And continue in the strife

’cause after the image of death

It again shows me life

I pause for a while

Feeling nowhere

Forgotten every smile

Looking here and there

I’m in the middle of the ladder

Leading to the moon

Too scared to step up

Too frightened to return that soon.