Heart-broken with wounds — not yet scars, The bloody dagger still stuck in the back, With pristine tears welled up in the raging rain! But O Storm! Don’t you be so proud! You don’t know — what stuff I’m made of ! — Jatinder Singh , the lousy poet © Written 6-Sep-2017
Dare to Re-Love! I wonder — what’s more beautiful, Than a broken heart, that dared to love again? Those fingers that once, trembled to touch, Those words that forever clogged up the throat, Those eyes that went sore washing up the shore, That heart that pumped Well — that’s all it did! But now as […]
I was asked once – “What is you favorite word in Urdu?” And that was an ordeal in itself. I ended up writing following… 🙂 Hope you like it! Darasal [Actually],there are not faqat [only] one or two, but beshumaar [incalculable] Urdu alfaaz [words]which I like a lot! 🙂 Also, choosing just one would […]
Dear — please don’t hold my world, So tightly in your pretty fingers. Your dainty nails dug in perfectly, Into the bottoms of my throb-less heart. But still – strangely — you look so endearing, Smiling — with red smeared on the tips, You wanted to slay me — and I — And I — […]