The False Promise
There is a promise of rain on the trembling lips of dawn;
the wind is mildly flavoured with a faint hint of petrichor
Oh how my heart rejoices, the rare prospect of respite;
oh how my heart trembles, may be the promise of a whore
The Communication of Silence
There was a communication of silence;
a silence louder than any chaos
Their eyes asked if their dreams had any chance of fulfillment;
if it was possible for life to give them a pleasant surprise
My heart wanted to say yes for I have a human heart which feels;
my eyes said no for they have seen too much of life to believe in miracles
The June Morning
The Most Beautiful of All Sunsets over Lahore
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Hope is often silent
Magic is in the Air
The Nature of Dusk
For most, evenings are the end of a tiring day;
to only some, they mark the end of a tiring life
But the dying sun always reminds us of moments;
soft caresses of love or cruelty as sharp as a knife
The Intimate Whispers
When the colours make love in the East;
a new day is born filled with hope and joy
A Promising Smile in the East
The city is hushed with fear lurking over its walls;
the hearts as silent as forgotten tombs of the old
But this April morning gives a promising smile;
good times are coming, just be patient and bold
