I am your love...

Oh my Prince !    

I will be waiting for you

throughout the life...

You have stolen 

all  the dreams of my eyes...

                               

My soul misfits

in unknown city 

It looks for you quite often

lost here in an alien way...

Feel afraid being lonely 

in this desert path

Pull me out of

the agony of separation...

Invite me in your land

if you can't come here...

please don't torment me 

I am your love...
-Firdaus Khan

My Love...

My love!
in the age of
such a fiery noon
you are
the shadow of thick and fleshy tree…


In a burn up lonely night
you are the moonlight
silvery cool and calm...


In a life
like the wasteland
you are
the ocean of ever flowing
aabe zam-zam…


I am the earth
thirsty of years and years
you are
my immense rainy season...


You are the idol
My love
incarnates in my soul


At all
look at the inhibited dreams of mine
as I worship you for years and years
hiding of everyone... 
-Firdaus Khan

Waiting for you

Oh my love !
waiting  for you a long way               
am being reached
to the stage of life 
from where
the journey of life once started 
comes to an end  
with the breakage of last breathe...

but again right from here        
the second journey starts 
which will finally be over
in the doomsday...

such a journey of your love 
I have to pass through in the life 
from one place to far off  distances
even life after the life 
for you only...
-Firdaus Khan

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

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

Autumn

Sometimes
the autumn fascinates
while our walking gently        
on the dry out brown leaves 
in the garden    
and on the land 
covered by the brown leaves…

sometimes
the whole scenery of autumn 
becomes romantic 
with the desolated branches of trees
and the pleasing soft and sweet 
sounds of the birds…

sometimes
in the row of plants 
with the wetting smell nearby
of ever growing flowers 
such as marigold and roses  
and on the older wall 
raising calmly the sun shine
fascinates...

yes, the autumn itself has 
its own glory
like spring and monsoon…
-Firdaus Khan

Two seasons of life...

Oh ! my love,

to have you and to lose you

are like the two seasons

of the life...

as like the thirst and ocean

or  may perhaps be 

like the death and life...

the tradition has been prevailed

since the beginning of this universe

that on the palm of the life 

there are the lines of death

and always on the verge of the colourful  dreams

there is an existence of  darkness...

Oh ! my love

to have you and to lose you

are like the two seasons  

of the life...

-Firdaus Khan

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Fragrance of closeness…

In my book of life
there are so many pages of my past memories
being preserved
very carefully
as of date…


Some pages are endowed with
the fragrance of closeness
as if adorned on the palms
with soaked henna smells slowly...


More so
some pages engrossed by the dark night
of aloofness
sink into the fog of cool winter
like an apathetic calm evening…


Even today I have preserved
with utmost care
all those of my old memories
like someone keeps the holy books
at holy place in the home...
-Firdaus Khan




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Why you go away...

Oh' Friend
Why you go away
Far, far from me
Often, that time
When
I need you
Very much...
Oh' Dear
Why you go away...
-Firdaus Khan


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