You burn like hell, pure red and stormy and I fly like smoke, pure black and gloomy.

Take it from glass,take it from goblet,else take it from my eyes,the intoxication, you will never come out from

Judge me not, by my faithjudge me not, by my religionjudge me not, by my angerthat I may manifest happinesswe all have same desires, hungerjudge me, by those memorieswhen I earned your tearsby the cost of pearls

Your heart and my heart are old mates. They talk, but they never speak, as they speak in holy silence.They beat, they never count, as they beat faster, more faster, as we meet.

People who don't have valuesShow their beautyWho don't have beautyShow their shame

When did I say like this you wait ?To fix your gaze on my portrait.In yearning of me, she is dazed,Thorns in hand firmly she seized,Without a blink, her eyes freezed.

A poem I may never complete / A prosody that may never have rhythm / A rhyming of broken syllables / A Gazal without her mention / Her incomplete gaze; in spite of my presence / My youth without her love is tainted fruit / The fruit that if eaten is committing sin / My soul is imprisoned in the custody of evil orchard / The orchard of despair instead.

In the City of Ishq,Very few are scorched by hatredAnd many stars are broken by Love.

She never asked for money, for gifts and priced ones, she always asked me for priceless love that was worth billions, where I failed.