Listen me on BBC AAP KI PASAND broadcasted from UK on 9th Dec 2012 on above link. My ghazal starts from 29:11 http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p01164m2 1. "Dil jlaao ke dishaon mein ujala faile manzron main bhi tere aks ko dhalta dekhon" 2. "Tajweez wo agar koi meri sazaa karey di
l ki adalatoN meiN WO khud bhi raha karey" 3. Is tagaful ka bhi jvab nahi.......
If You Love me.. Your love drove me towards the live volcano where i will be burnt and destroyed On your fake promises I made castles on air Oh!!! I was throwing some pearls in desert where oasis has value Pearls have no value just remember I am an ocean you are only a boat for a boat to explore ocean love need to be daring , desperate If You love me Plant a seed of truth make me part of your missing Just If you Love me .........
In the deep REALM of loneliness and desert of silence unseen and unsaid things merge with each other where silence is thirsty of happenings thirsty of noise of creation thirsty of itself creating EXUBERANT canvas of moments your powerful thoughts appears in cloves of my soul I try to hold your feelings in my palm as if the palm is the complete LOVE to beloved one.. and every line of palms every moment of palms… even every silenced voice of palm making me thrill for a moment where i find nails engraving YOUR name Finally a forced- reminder TO FULFIL THE LONGING OF DRY LIPS..
The moment I met you Looking at a glance at you I found laughter in my eyes With all rhapsody, going shy Hope glittering in my soul Kindering emotions to hug and roll Thoughts are turning into jewels Where luster of your aura dwells Expressions getting diamond strings Finding you as the chime of cool winds Desires flowing graciously Within frozen moments spaciously Your sight giving warm embrace With all love lexicon grace Your presence ignited ember in air Unsaid words are meek, echoes there I see a majestic world around Your shimmering portrait I found That is what I always wished "For a Moment's Bliss"
In the deep realm of loneliness and desert of silence unseen and unsaid things merge with each other where silence is thirsty of happenings thirsty of noise of creation thirsty of itself creating exuberant canvas of moments your powerful thoughts appears in cloves of my soul I try to hold your feelings in my palm as if the palm is the complete LOVE to beloved one.. and every line of palms every moment of palms… even every silenced voice of palm making me thrill for a moment where i find nails engraving your name Finally a forced- reminder To fulfill the longing Of dry lips..
