They Marvel on the Serenity

They marvel on the serenity
Of Nefertiti's symmetrical coutenance

They let themselves lose
Into the enigmatic Mona Lisa

But why and why they spurn
To have a cursory glance
Into the misty eyes of Parveena! ! !

That poor pearly pear
Though snatched of its glitter, Javed,
Is yet another living
master-piece of history
Or the stark mirror of its ruthlessness.

Every droplet as it
Dances down the mother's shabby face,
Immortalizes the silent ocean of history,
Enough to disturb nefertiti's calm,

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On A Dusty Lane

On a dusty lane in Crowne Plaza
We happen to meet,
'Why do you turn them away'?
'Why do i lower them down'?

Had the windows thrown
An embrace to each other
The souls would have burned in solace...

In Ghalib Park, melancholic grace
The 'dew-drops(of sppech) '
Freeze and you pass by,
The evening passes
(Into the darkness of night)
And everyone passes,
Good lads and lasses,

Frozen; a statesque greif
Reciting, but where is the relief?

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Shahid, Come And Witness

Shahid,
Come and WITNESS,
The illusions of peace;
Under the serene shades of Naseem Bagh
Everything puts up a sober show,
And i'm forced to forget
The blood on the streets (of Lal Chowk)
The broken glasses(of the ''Dignity'Showroom)
The blurb of the new books on Kashmir
(by eminent''squalors'') ,
resting on the shelves of The Atlantic Book Shop.

Oh! the complacent lilies,
Growing beside the graveyard;
Sheer white, untouched by grief.

Well-clad and pompous,
Speaking;
But not our own lanuage,
Discussing,

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The City, the Solitude, the Soul

Every time
I try to fall in love with this city
I fail miserably.

Somewhere, perhaps
In a dirty corner,
In a nasty crevice,
In a squalid lane,
In the slush of drain
In some smoky street,
In some noisy cafes,
In the madness of tavern,
Above a haughty sky-scraper,
Down the corridors of power,
Under some dense cluster,
Under some muddy feet,
Is hiding its soul……..

There she writes,
About the historic aura

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