Mohabbat Bhi Ajeeb Cheez Banai Hai Tu Ne Ay KHUDA!

Mohabbat Bhi Ajeeb Cheez Banai Hai Tu Ne Ay KHUDA!
Teri Hi Masjid Mein
Tere Hi Bandey
Tere Hi Samney
Rotey Hein Kisi Aur Ke Liye !!!!!

Wo Milna Chahta Hai Or Juda Honey Sey Darta Hai

Wo Milna Chahta Hai Or Juda Honey Sey Darta Hai

Wo Meri Qaid Mein Reh Kar Riha Hone Se DartaHai.

Gali K Morr Tak Wo Dekhta Rehta Hai Chhup Chhup K

Palat Kar Dekh Loon To Samney Honey SeyDarta Ha

Wo Khud Likhta Hai Tanhai Mein Mera Naam Haathon Par

Magar Jab Ru_Ba_Ru Aaye To MeraHone Se Darta Hai.....

Scarlet bird

Scarlet bird

The scarlet bird flew across the sky
Dropping the feathers on the terrain
Coloring clouds, ushering to go after her
The goose flock decked in the pinkish hues obediently followed

Catching the glimpses down I absorb
Bathing in the majestic beauty of the nature
No human artist can repeats or even coming close
Nuances, tones it present for the eyes to marvel

In awe standing, sadly all alone
Wishing to share the feelings overwhelming cover
Telling how the heart beating with every splash of glow
Intensifying the emotions to the max, surprised I am belonging

Belonging to the surrounding landscape
To the chatting sea, washing my feet, persisting for attention
To the trees, to hills behind, to little animals sneaking in the grass
I am the part, playing my own role in show

by Margaret Gudkov

Horror of Pompeii

Horror of Pompeii

See lava spreading on the city of Pompeii
Burning the every living thing to ashes
Stopping the breath in half way, suffocating smell
The terror walking, slowly amassing victims

Do i really witnessing the horror toothless smile
Or this is product of overactive visualization
Maybe if closing eyes i find tranquility and peace
Soothing the senses into slowly flowing river

Inside of me the meditative haven
The figures in white tunics floating around
Massaging mind with hands that shining in the dark
Bringing the cool respite from hellish fire outside

Should i stay, staring at the one of Bosch 's paintings
Pompeii becoming purgatory, symbol of the sinful life
And punishment arriving from Vesuvius for it
Burning, cleansing morals, taking the lives
Or should i close my eyes to terrifying scene
Pretending not to see hostile world
Escaping into shell, hiding the head like turtle

by Margaret Gudkov