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I Am a Nib Written By Allah
Nayab Afzal
Daastan Publishing
First Published in Pakistan by Daastan PVT LTD
House # A-41, Madni Street, Lala Rukh, Wah Cantt, Punjab 47040
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Edited by: Mariam Rizvi
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ISBN 978-969-696-718-7
Contents
I AM RUNNING AFTER SOMETHING I WILL NEVER HAVE
I, A SLAVE AND LIFE IS A SLAVERY
IT’S BEAUTIFUL AND DREADFUL AT THE SAME TIME
HER SECRET WAS CONCEALED BY HEAVEN
I TRY MY BEST TO COUNT THEM TO “0”
FROM HOLDING MY SOUL TILL HOLING A SOUL
YOU KNOW
Maybe it's the sky,
Changing colours,
Sometimes the sun laughs,
Sometimes it enrages,
Sometimes it smiles,
Likewise, the moon changes phases.
Or maybe it's a cloud,
Poking fun at the sun,
They tell me I hallucinate,
But the sun tells me not to worry,
Only you can understand ourselves.
SPLIT
Two split seconds,
My sea split into two,
Half-drowned in your heaven,
Half in my shoe,
Two split lovers,
The hearts were stoned to death,
Love is the sea of thorns,
Only gentlest breaths can outnumber
the sea's breaths,
Two split worlds,
Two beautiful wings. One for each bird,
Today the sky is beautiful to sail,
The other half handsomely ails,
Two split ideas,
Will you pour it in your heart, give me your ears?
It's your heart; this one is mine,
Then, how can others put them on the line
and then, crunch them, dear?
Last but not the least,
The crunchy sound was enough to prove
that your heart was already dead, my dear
SUBMIT
If you must,
If you have a will,
The night is calm,
Bandits sleep still.
If you want,
If you have a need,
Pierce your stomach
And Feed scavengers; its greed.
If you do,
If you have done,
Walk against your lies,
Find the one.
If you are left out,
If you have left,
Beg for mercy,
Beg forgiveness for theft.
If you are free,
And you think you are,
There are many who died,
Many left afar.
If you stop,
And you think you should,
Then and only then stop,
In the afterlife, if you have enough livelihood.
If you must,
If you have a will,
God loves his "I,"
Slaughter yours for his will.
HOPELESS HOPE
Her sweet voice sang him to the universe.
The poor girl in the crowd fell in love with their mess.
She chanted along with his dear.
Now he beats in every Godless ear.
Ears bewildered them in her story.
Lost souls baffled its glory.
Her lines blackened the souls.
His failure twisted the hearts in coal.
Hopeless melody strangled hope.
Stop reading her song; your spirit might choke!
REMEMBRANCE OF DEATH
Let's light the candle
Watch how it crumbles
Giving all of its light.
Let's learn how to be humble
Watching it melting down
A thought arose; I frowned.
Will it melt down before
I will be lying dead on the ground?
While thinking, my thought stumbled
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