The Fall And The Fate!!

Treading along the path that leaves made
Dried of all their life,looted of their colours
They made it crispy every step
As if kids were breaking some empty nuts
Their bruised show didn’t move me
Nor their cries did I choose to hear
Their raped glory didn’t melt my heart
And I didn’t feel to pray for them!

How can I be so ruthless
With all my emotions
And not even try to feel for them
When all around mourn their fate!
See,I recall their pride,their vanity
When they donned their mother tree
They waved with pride in morning zephyr
When spring and summer was all for them
They never believed in their own fall
Their vision was so narrow and small
They are now under my own feet
Their fate now did they meet!!

As every rise has a fall
We know it now,we know it all
Let we be in our state
And allign ourselves to greater fate
Let joy may not consume us
And sorrow not must fume us
Let our smiles have broad curve
To greater world we greater serve
Let we not be trampled ever
And of pride we be never ever!!

Compiled By :

Aojhal Junaid 

Photo Credits :

Aojhal Junaid 


Her Butterfly!!

(Dedicated to all sisters who are there in the gardens of knowledge)

This breeze passed by my garden
Spring was there to greet us
Flowers had some smiles
And this earth smelled now fresh
It was joy,It really was!

My mom didn’t feel that great
For she knew a greater fate
Her daughter is a butterfly
Who leaves home when spring comes

Butterfly is gone now
Sucking the nectar of knowledge
Her garden is so beautiful
Her friends take her care too!!

But mother isn’t the same way
Her garden is so empty
She feels as if no one is around
When there are we all, and so many

Her daughter is her secret bin
She is her dearest friend
She hugs her every pain
And wishes to do,same till end…

Butterflies are made for garden
Yet they are the ‘nuur’ of their eyes
A mother devours her heart even
For the sake of beauty,sake of garden

Mom is silent in her pain
I can’t dare to console her
Her smiles are locked,we all feel
For keys are but with butterfly…

I don’t know what to pray for?
Should I pray for autumn now
Butterfly will come then home
And return my mom’s smile

Or should I keep with this day
And see my mom all ache everyday
This pain seems consuming her
And all that she is made of!!

Then I asked my mother
About all what I just thought!
She gave me a pretty smile
That just set me on turmoil!

I am not in pain,dear
I am happy that you are near
My butterfly is near too
She pointed towards her heart!

I am mother,I am pains not in pain
I am higher than mountain peaks
I am deeper than oceans
I am mother,I am pains not in pain!

I didn’t understand what she just said
For it was smiles now and pain too
Her butterfly will return someday
And tell me what my mom said!

For she is one who understands
Her every word and every hint
Butterflies are for gardens
And mothers are for butterflies!!

Compiled By :

Aojhal Junaid

Photo Credits:


These Tears Mine Are For You!!

Tell him I am crying now

Tell him to wake up please

Who’ll rub my tears off?
Who’ll even dare to appease?
Are you listening,
Why aren’t you…
These tears mine are for you!!

You didn’t say me I’ll go
Did you hate me that much?
Who’ll listen to my songs?
Whose heart my words will touch?
Are you there?
Why aren’t you…
These tears mine are for you!!

Compiled By :

Aojhal Junaid 

Photo Credits :

Javaid Mir

The Mirth Of Present!

See,that bird of past
Chirping like her mate
The songs that have no taste
The noises she doesn’t fear to make.

The colour of her feathers
Reminds me of my father’s oven
The one which eats wood
And makes ashes after burn.

The way she walks is lame
Her gait is like my drunk aunt
Who existed in my stories
When even anger would flaunt.

She is begging for mercy
Her words are not so clear
She would love to take some sips
But for her is no elixir!!

Comes that jolly bird of future
Dancing on her own rhyme
Feeling as if all is her’s
And has won the race with time

Her feathers look so bright
And her voice bit in state
Her gait is not that great
But she is on a date with her fate!

Came the winds so gushing fast
For this bird failed to stay
The colour of her feathers was wiped off
By the rains that were at a bay!!

Her voice choked
So did her song
Her pride had a fall
That she kept for so long!!

Appeared the bird of present
Simple,solemn with no tricks
Her feathers had only seven colours
And her choice wasn’t of better picks!

Her gait wasn’t one made up
And feathers didn’t have false tinges
Her voice was so natural
Consistent with adjoining fringes!!

The mirthful bird of present
Is admixture of joy and sorrow
It has all for real now
And doesn’t need anything for borrow!!

I love her so much as much so
The bird of present is all I have
I won’t cheat on her anyway
For she is what I will ever have!!
Compiled By:

Aojhal Junaid

Photo Credits:

Aojhal Junaid