There isn't a jingling sound...
When someone's heart blown,
Or a relation breakdown
breaking up of toughest bond
There isn't a jingling sound...
When your love leave you alone,
All the thoughts and dreams flown
And when it bleeds an aching wound
There isn't a jingling sound...
When you feel alone like hell,
From a buried harness bell
And something you lose while being found
There isn't a jingling sound...
اپنوں کے چھوٹنے پر آواز نہیں ہوتی
دل کے ٹوٹنے پر آواز نہیں ہوتی
آسان ہے یہ کہنا "تم کوئی نہیں میرے"
رشتوں کے ٹوٹنے پر آواز نہیں ہوتی
اب کیسے میں یہ کہدوں کہ تم کو بھلادوںگا
یادوں کہ لوٹنے پر آواز نہیں ہوتی
It is still incomplete...
It is a "Belated Birthday wish" I wrote for my beloved boss (now he is my Ex boss but a good friend:)
I was just counting down the date
Waiting a party to celebrate
Oh! I am sorry; I am too late!
I had nothing to participate
A lovable person, a likeable man
God may keep You from hassle and pain
Grant you nice things, you want to gain
You are in fact the Crown of Sultan**
You are a person Nice and Fair,
Generally found very rare
I have nothing to give You share
But few words and a lot of prayer
I wrote all of this for your birthday
But I am sorry; I do delay…
That you live long is what I pray..
With a colorful life that will never gray
And enthusiasm for every day
In your praise I can just say
"You Are the Best! Among all meet,
Either in Castle or Open Street".
**The MD of that company and afther of my boss was Mr Sultan
I Composed this one when I was studying in class 8th in may be in soem 1995 or 96...
(Reading Note: read "Basté" as Bastai sounds like in Nestlé)
Yeh hay Hamari Class
Basté hen ismé 1 se 1 OoL JalooL
Dekhen zaraa Noman ko..
Ata Hua hay poora ka poora In the Dhool (Mitti)
Dekhen Malik Zishan Ko ab..
Kahté hen isko mental to Kabhi fool
Imraan Hen Hamari Class k ek Ajooba
Kehté hen sam unko PahaRi Chooha..
Tahir hen is Class ke ek Honahaar bachché
khaté hen ye Umooman Amrood Kachché
Nabeel to rehté hen yahan Buhat Parishan.. (another Nabeel other than me)
Aana ho jab School to jaté hen wo Dukaan....
( **In Ashar K baad Achanak Ghalib ka Hamla Kuch Yoon Hua** )
Ye Nazm Likhraha hoon Apne Zoq k liea..
Hargis Yahaan Kisi sé Adawat nahi mujhé..
Agar Naraaz hay to Bataday Abhi abhi...!
Kissi ko Naraaz Karné ki hasrat nahi mujhé
