Poem 

Nor thou, Habib, nor I are glad,

when rosy limbs and sweat entwine;

But rapture drowns the sense and self,

the wine the drawer of the wine,

And Him that planted first the grape-

o podex, in thy vault there dwells

A charm to make the member mad,

And shake the marrow of the spine.

O member, in thy stubborn strenght

a power avails on podex-sense

To boil the blood in breast and brain;

shudder the nreves incarnadine!

From me thou drawest pearly drink -

and in its pourings both are drunk.

The Iman drives forth the drunken man

from out the marble prayer-shrine.

Blue Mushtari strove with red Mirrikh

which should be master of the night-

But where is Mushtari, where Mirrikh

when in the sky the sun doth shine?

Now El Qahar to Hazif gives

the worship unto poets due : -

But songs are nought and Music all;

what poet music may define?

Allah's the atheist! he owns

no Allah. Sneer, thou dullard churl!

The Sufi worships not, but drinks,

being himself the all-divine.

Come, my Habib, the roses blush,

the waters gleam, the bulbul sings -

To pierce thy podex El Quahar's

urgent and and imminent design!

 Poem 

Not blues in twelve

but there is joy

and pink champagne,

the maker’s music

trading eights

in syncopated synergy

from Dixieland to Rock ‘n’ Roll,

and here the cornet-master

leads in tones

a trumpet cannot blow.

The sidemen nod their harmonies,

engrossed;

their music coursing

through an energy of swing;

piano-player’s fingers

dancing round the tune;

a lover’s touch

caressing melody from bass;

and sax, deep throated tenor

shouting counterpoint

above the drums’

percussive ricochets.

Not blues in twelve,

but upbeat late

and shimmying

like Sister Kate.

The cornet-master

blows

an emptiness away. 

 Poem    

Forever And Always

You are the sun that shines brightly throughout my day.

You are the gravity that holds me down in every way.

You are the moon that shimmers throughout my night.

You are stars that glimmer oh so bright.

You are the oxygen that keeps me alive.

You are my heart that beats inside.

You are the blood that flows through me.

You are the only guy I can see.

You have the voice of when a mockingbird sings.

You are my everything.

You are my one and only.

You stop me from being so lonely.

We plan our future as if we have a clue.

I never want to lose you.

I want you to be my husband, and I want to be your wife.

I want to be with you for the rest of my life.

 

 Poem ❤️ 

You are special 

A day with you feels like heaven,

I lost my heart to you in few seconds,

You are special to me like no one is,

In you my love, I find happiness and bliss.

Thank you for loving me the way you do,

When you are around me, I feel alive and new.

You are my Valentine for time sublime.

 Poem🤗🤗 

Thank you for all that you are to me,

You my love, are everything I will ever need.

I don't know why I love you, but I really do,

When you are not around me, I feel so sad and blue.

Be my Valentine forever.

😊 Poem 🔥

I'm a pretty little thing,

Always coming with the spring; 

In the meadows green I'm found,

Peeping just above the ground,

And my stalk is cover'd flat

With a white and yellow hat. 

Little Mary, when you pass

Lightly o'er the tender grass,

Skip about, but do not tread

On my bright but lowly head, 

For I always seem to say, 

"Surely winter's gone away."

❤️💙🖤🤎💜💚💛🧡💝

😌 Ghazal 

 ہر خار عنایت تھا ہر اک سنگ صلہ تھا 

اس راہ میں ہر زخم ہمیں راہنما تھا

کیوں گھر کے اب آئے ہیں یہ بادل یہ گھٹائیں

ہم نے تو تجھے دیر ہوئی یاد کیا تھا

اے شیشہ گرو کچھ تو کرو آئنہ خانہ

رنگوں سے خفا رخ سے جدا یوں نہ ہوا تھا

ان آنکھوں سے کیوں صبح کا سورج ہے گریزاں

جن آنکھوں نے راتوں میں ستاروں کو چنا تھا