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- awaisaftab - 10-02-2009 A shrivelled, lifeless, vacant form, It lies on my abandoned breast; And mocks the heart, which yet is warm, With cold and silent rest. I weep--my tears revive it not; I sigh--it breathes no more on me Its mute and uncomplaining lot Is such as mine should be. - awaisaftab - 10-02-2009 I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder. - awaisaftab - 10-02-2009 To Coleridge by Percy Bysshe Shelley Oh! there are spirits of the air, And genii of the evening breeze, And gentle ghosts, with eyes as fair As star-beams among twilight trees Such lovely ministers to meet Oft hast thou turned from men thy lonely feet. With mountain winds, and babbling springs, And moonlight seas, that are the voice Of these inexplicable things, Thou dost hold commune, and rejoice When they did answer thee, but they Cast, like a worthless boon, thy love away. And thou hast sought in starry eyes Beams that were never meant for thine, Another's wealth tame sacrifice To a fond faith ! still dost thou pine? Still dost thou hope that greeting hands, Voice, looks, or lips, may answer thy demands? Ah! wherefore didst thou build thine hope On the false earth's inconstancy? Did thine own mind afford no scope Of love, or moving thoughts to thee? That natural scenes or human smiles Could steal the power to wind thee in their wiles? Yes, all the faithless smiles are fled Whose falsehood left thee broken-hearted; The glory of the moon is dead; Night's ghosts and dreams have now departed; Thine own soul still is true to thee, But changed to a foul fiend through misery. This fiend, whose ghastly presence ever Beside thee like thy shadow hangs, Dream not to chase the mad endeavour Would scourge thee to severer pangs. Be as thou art. Thy settled fate, Dark as it is, all change would aggravate. - awaisaftab - 10-02-2009 To Night by Percy Bysshe Shelley Swiftly walk o'er the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where, all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear-- Swift be thy flight! Wrap thy form in a mantle gray, Star-inwrought! Blind with thine hair the eyes of day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand-- Come, long-sought! When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me?--And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon-- Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night-- Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon! - awaisaftab - 10-02-2009 I met a traveler from an antique land Who said "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert... Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal these words appear My name is Ozymandius, King of Kings, Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away. - awaisaftab - 10-02-2009 The keen stars were twinkling And the fair moon was rising among them, Dear Jane The guitar was tinkling, But the notes were not sweet till you sung them Again. As the moon's soft splendor O'er the faint cold starlight of heaven Is thrown, So your voice most tender To the strings without soul had then given Its own. The stars will awaken, Though the moon sleep a full hour later, Tonight; No leaf will be shaken Whilst the dews of your melody scatter Delight. Though the sound overpowers, Sing again, with your dear voice revealing A tone Of some world far from ours Where music and moonlight and feeling Are one. - awaisaftab - 10-02-2009 "Old things need not be therefore true," O brother men, nor yet the new; Ah! still awhile the old thought retain, And yet consider it again! The souls of now two thousand years Have laid up here their toils and tears, And all the earnings of their pain,-- Ah, yet consider it again! We! what do we see? each a space Of some few yards before his face; Does that the whole wide plan explain? Ah, yet consider it again! Alas! the great world goes its way, And takes its truth from each new day; They do not quit, nor can retain, Far less consider it again. - awaisaftab - 10-02-2009 The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die. - WARDAH - 10-03-2009 Salam to all!! Ankhon mai jo tehreerain thin Honton pay woh bol na thay, Hum thy un k pyar kay ashiq Per hathon mai kashkol na thay, Hum nay unko toot kay chaha Ye unka huq tha laikin, Wo bhi humko toot kay chahain Hum itny bhi ANMOL na thay - WARDAH - 10-03-2009 MAIRI QURBATAIN BHI SARAAB HAIN YE BHLA HUA JO MILI NAHIN, TERI DOORIAN BHI AZZAB HAIN MAIRY DASHT-E-JAAN SY TALI NAHIN, PS-CHASHM-E-NUM WO ZAROOR HAI MAIRA DIL JAFAAON SAY CHOOR HAI, MAIRY RAASTON KA QUSOR HAI TAIRI MANZILON SAY MILI NAHIN - Richhoo - 10-04-2009 Phir Youn Hua K Raastay yak'ja Nahi Huay Woh bhi Ana'Parast Tha, Main bhi Ana'Parast..!!! - Richhoo - 10-04-2009 <b> Mera Gharoor Tujhe Kho K Haar Maan Geya Mein ChoaT Kha K Magar Apni Qadar jaan Geya Kahin Ufaq Nah MiLa Meri Dasht Gardi Ko Mein Teri Dhunn Main Bhari Kainaat Chhaan Geya Khuda K Baad To Be-intaha Andhera Hay.... Teri Talab Main Kahan Tak Nah Mera Dheyan Geya Jabeen Pe Ball Nah Aaya Ganwa K Dono jahan Jo Tu Chhinna To Mein Apni Shikast Maan Geya Badaltay Rang Thay Teri Umang K Ghamaaz Tu Mujh Say BichhRa To Mein Tera Raaz jaan Geya Khud Apnay Aap Say Main Shikwa'Sanj Aaj Bhi Hoon Nadeem Youn To Mujhe Aik jahaan Maan Geya.. ! </b> Poet *Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi* - Richhoo - 10-04-2009 PunjaBi ToUcH.. <b><font color="red"> Okha Langda Waqat ViChhoRay Da Bin Yaar Guzara Kaun Karey Dunnia To'n Kinara Ho Sakda Yaraan To'n Kinara Kaun Karey ik Din Hove Tay Lang Jave Sari Umer Guzara kaun Kare </font id="red"></b> - WARDAH - 10-06-2009 BOHAT MASROOF REHTAY HO SEHER SAY SHAM HONY TK KOI LAMHA NAHIN MILTA KOI BAYNAAM SI FURSAT !! KOI GUMNAAM SI SAA'AT. . . YUNHI BAITHAY HUAY TANHA KABHI JO SHAAM HO JAY KOI LAMHA CHURA LAINA JO HAMARAY NAAM HO JAY KEH HUM JAISAY ASEERON KA KOI TO KAAM HO JAY BOHAT MASROOF REHTAY HO..... - Astute Accountant - 10-07-2009 Ab Khushi Hai Na Koi Ghum Rulaanay Wala Hum Ne Apana Liya Har Rang Zamaanay Wala Aik Musaafir K Safar Jaisi Hai Sab Ki Duniya Koi Jaldi Main, Koi Dair Se Jaanay Wala |