Memories

Some of the memories 

are reserved for those nice moments ... 

when on the earth 

the carpet of moonlight spreads all around
where the flowers with their moisten smell

make the nature more romantic...

and the season of romance blooming everywhere

when the eye-lash gratifying with lusty cheers

and there is an immediate desire of heart

that this time must stop here and now...

and throughout such a moment 

too many centuries be surpassed…

-Firdaus Khan




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Unknown Season of love...

When

in the calm and lonely night

a breezing wind sings a song 

of quite unknown season of love...

I do start changing

the pages of my past days

one by one... 

and even more to the introversion

where in the island of memories or

such as like 

once hot summer's afternoon of June

I feel warmth of your  that touch  

even now feeling that at this moment...

-Firdaus Khan




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Book of love

Oh’ Dear
I still remember those moments
when you said to me:
"your poetry is not just a poetry
but the spell of sacred book of love
learned by you at heart..."


And hence
I started thinking...that
your every word itself is like the Kalame-ilahi
which I wish to read perpetually
as like that of the Kalma...
-Firdaus Khan




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