کلو حرامی اور پلیٹ فارم نمبر چار

محلے کے لوگ بتاتے ہیں کہ جس دن کلو حرامی کی ماں فوت ہوئی، اس کی آنکھوں سے ایک آنسو بھی نا نکل سکا. دیدے ایسے خشک پڑے تھے کہ جیسے، بارش کی بوندوں کے انتظار میں، تڑخی ہوئی اور باریک باریک دراڑوں والی سوکھی زمین. پڑوس کی ماسی بشیراں نے تو دونوں گال، تھپڑ مار مار کر لال سرخ بلکہ جامنی کر دیئے، مگر کلو نے تو جیسے قسم کھا رکھی تھی نا رونے کی. بس سرخ اینٹوں سے بنے چھوٹے سے صحن کے ایک کونے میں بیٹھا، لال لال آنکھوں سے گھورے جاتا تھا ہر آنے جانے والے کو

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One Love for One Lifetime (previously, Love Just Once)

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Love once—not because it is easy, but because it is enough.

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

You may have to cross a million mountains,

and you may have to brave the stormy seas

You may have to open just one lock,

and you may use a billion different keys

But love only once,

please, love only once

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

You may have to live a million lives,

and you may have to die a billion deaths

You may have to dive very deep,

and you may take a zillion breaths

But love only once,

please, love only once

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

For when you grow old,

and silence rules the long night

For when you grow lonely,

and nostalgia is hungry and takes a bite

You will think of that one love

and once again, the sun will shine bright

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Love only once, my son

Please! I beg you, love only once

For when nothing will be standing,

between you and the dark end

For when the path grows short,

and the dust smiles across the next bend

You will think of that love,

and will find once again, a lost friend

The Ugly Face of Happiness

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What if happiness is not sweet salvation, but poisonous seduction?

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Happiness is a wretched prostitute,

in fancy clothes and a painted attire

Her seduction is old, in fact, it is ancient,

but it tastes fresh on the lips of desire

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Happiness is the sprinkled and colored dust;

on a butterfly’s wings as the summer lingers

The colours seem eternally captivating,

but they fade within the grasp of greedy fingers

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Happiness is a deceptive illusion,

projected by the frozen moments of time

The illusion seems perfectly alluring,

but it shatters with the very next chime

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Happiness is a vulture atop the tree of life,

disguised as a magnificent bird of paradise

The brilliance of its colours blinds the eyes,

while its greedy heart is as chilling as ice

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Happiness is opium dulling our senses,

overwhelming the awareness like magic

Its fumes give a pleasure so insane,

while it blinds us to the misery, so tragic

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Happiness is pursued, yes, but only by fools,

but it is not trusted by the wise, not at any cost

Happiness breeds hard and cruel insensitivity,

while sadness brings understanding, when all is lost