In Your Joy!!


(Love is,undoubtedly,the most common of all subjects that poets tend to write about or reflect on.It is equally the most difficult of the works to give a meaning to words that imply love.Everyone has a different reflection of this theme,and I am no exception.The poem,written below,is about 4 year old,that I accidentally found written on one of my notes.I have eventually edited some of it’s words,because with time things change,so should our words!!)

In your joy rests the peace of my soul,

In your sorrow I feel the pain of the worlds.


In your smile is the key of my locked heart,


In your frown is the distaste of even heavens!!

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In your paths is the destiny of my soul,



In my heart is the castle of yours.

In your love is the death of my doubts,

In my hate do you lit the light of tonight…

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Distant are the paths that always converge,

Thoughtful is the way you dragged me there,

Unique is the curve of your lovely face,

Elegant the way you talk to my Lord!

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I am not the one you could have for yourself! 

Say me a ghost that appears black on this eve.

I am not the tone of your low slow songs,

Call me a mad who wanders in fear…

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Justice was done to the shadow I owned,

For millions burnt that in the scorching sun!

Yet remained the soul of trust and love,

But the men of hour seldom know it now!

Compiled By:

Aojhal Junaid 

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Aojhal Junaid 

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!!

Now,
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!

But,
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!!

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

But,
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!!
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Compiled By:

Aojhal Junaid

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Aojhal Junaid