Thursday, March 27, 2008

I Long...

Oh how I long to kiss thy lips
Sweet honey from the flowers drips
Feel heaven in the mortal being
Moist warmth of the monsoon winds

Into thy eyes pray I sink
Ocean deep with no brink
Be adrift and know no time
Always drunk in thou beauty wine

So I long to touch thy face
Moist with love like morning haze
No feather as soft no snow as fair
Oh God made thou with so much care

But what I care is to touch thy heart
Warm abode where goodness start
There is love in every beat
Oh thou are a fountain of love so sweet

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Shayari/ Gazals

नज़र चुराते देखा उसे तो यकीं हुआ ,  वोह भी देखता है हमें   जल गयी बस्ती मेरी, धुआं उसके घर में भी है   थोड़ा काम ही  सही मगर,  वोह भी चाहता है...