daghabaz

..a crippled beggar sat on the roadside  , his broken leg outstretched , his pained  voice  begging for mercy and alms. To the  deaf ,passers by , , mera ji stopped by, watching him pitifully, she  took out a ten rupees note  and handing it to him  prayed for his happiness ,   at least he ought to be thankful to god for not making him blind

This world is extremely ruthless the beggar explained honestly , when i used to be blind beggar the young hooligans stole my coins and passers by threw pebbles and bad coins  into my bowl

page 15

...she sat frozen  holding the mobile in her  hands  just like that , she was quite aware  azar will not remain silent  but it was unexpected  he would so openly declare war against her , it was truly unbrlievable

, she did not know  which excat moment was cursed , the moment she was emotionally involved with him  or the day when abba returned home happily overwhelmed  saying his  deepest buried dreams had come alive , malik saraj had sent his sin s marriage proposal for his daughter, 

This news had sent waves of rejoicing in the whole household , but abba had absolutely different ways of working , he was old timer and  totally loyal to malik sahib, he had  given all his life to his family, his life was commitment  to loyalty

gazal by nawaz

...they are unfaithful but how to say that

They are certainly evil but how to say that

They who sink boats near the harbour 

Destroyer that he is how to say that

Its another point to not say bad is bad

Bad is bad , bad is good how to say that

They are merged into my breaths , heart , glances

Separate from me they are how to say that

He who tells you they are in hiding in the world

If not through my gazals how to say that

Poverty is fanned by winds of misfortunes

Nawaz  unbelievers are not lights how to say that

golden jubilee

...the atmosphere  inside that restaurant was dimly lit romantic and surreal, light music playing in the background  warmed up inner deepest emotions , mostly couples only frequented it , it was a private secure dating place , nazish and asad  chose a corner table for themselves  though every table had ring of   privacy , nobody bothered about others , everyone was interested only in himself, nobody had time to look about himself  , nobody wanted to waste his own date , every couple was having a great enjoyable moment 

This is an awesome restaurant commented nazish  as if its a dream come alive

I too am here for the first time asad spoke  on  a serious note , i have heard lots about this restaurant , now i am experiencing it firsthand , its a  lovers paradise

gazal by talib rampuri

...no communication no handshakes

No interaction with  the not  so likeminded

Yes love has blessed us so

Not a word of complaint can be found

Mirror says so different you are from the world

Why more like us sre not foiund

Withered completely are blossoms like children

Undernourished  uncared for

Seeki courteous  gatherings because

Life  s enjoyments are  not for all

Lesson for shirkers  is blunt

False tokens of profit  also escape

What can be mentioned of the homeless

Life is real    not easy for all

page 14

...mazhar was already gone out somewhere on bhai ji s  given task , jabar was also asjed to go along , he did not have to invent any excuse this time  because  just minutes ago he had told him of his ailing wife 

When azar asked him to leave he was really surprised  his mouth agape , it was unexpected   of azar 

Do you really wish me gone malik  ji

Yes of course, mazhar will return in some time , i am  here , i have nothing important to attend to , you go, i certainly will discuss it with bhai

All the managementwas cimpletely handked by them , they were answersble to ibrahim 

Jabar was satisfued and calmed down when he keft , he did not realise his  own mind was hyoer disturbed , he quickly picked up his mobile when he was   gone to punch a number 

The outgoing bell was heard followed by  mecganical vouce  the number you diakled is not answering 

khwahishon ke fashar me

..it suddenly rained off seasin yet the wet surroundings around  dripping and drenched could not. Touch  a drop  to   damoen her burning heart , she emerged from her  dark gloomy bedroom  out into the veranda to sit diwn in the cot  only after the rain had stopped  completely ,  every tree was washed clean , foliage sparkling green , she watched them for  a while  then bent to put her head heavily on her knees  with sorrow

Sadta gad nit visited her for several days , nor did sge phone her , she could nit send message because sge dud nit gave a phone , she looked up alarmed on the sound of the fate opening

Mazar bhai was stepping into the yard from the sude door