Thursday, April 6, 2017

gazal-

-beloved  with  your  arrival
-today  fragrant  are  feathers  of  winds
-favour  not lessened  of  the  wind
-caressing  it  touches  me  
-what  did  i  lose  losing  senses
-what  to  gain if  i  come  to  senses
-who  is  there  waiting  for  me
-who  wants  to  go  home  anyway
-its  mine  yet  not  in my possession
-whose  control is  on my  heart
-thirst  was  never  before  such
-each  drop  turns  a  deep  ocean
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