forgotten Centuries have passed, Yet haven’t seen you! And it’s true that haven’t seen the mirror too, Your face seems like a dream, Even your freckles, seen or not, If you were…
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Wanderer : Rising from the sands of the desert
Rising like the wanderer from desert’s grasp No respite, no sanctuary to clasp, City’s streets, barren in their hold, Every path echoes the jungle’s bold. Restless heart, a desert in its core,…
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Evasive Patterns of Life
Extended prayers to life in its evasion timesAnd back to our cocoon, we retreated,Indented to manifest,Confronted evasive patterns! Azra Mughal
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Somber Narrative of Migration
The story of migrations is about grief, And all those Who somewhere got lost In the circumference of the past Whenever they brush away the shrubs ….. polish In the mirror of…
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Enigma Unsolved
The enigma unsolved, lingering still, The heart seeks solace but finds no fill. We view our affairs through our own lens, Yet harmony eludes, as if by pretense. A perpetual sign, a…
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Estrangement: That Tale Thrives
estrangement What is new for me? The saga of estrangement. In this city, For half of the people, This is the only story! And for the rest who remain, It is only…
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With our signature once again
signature When everything is said and done, it’s all revealed, Nothing is truly new. The repetition of pain is eternal, Any feeling, Is not a new sensation! We too, Will move forward,…
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My will, My Dreams
My Dreams In the intoxication of sleep, Awake eyes are filled with dreams. Now the flowers are about to bloom, Look, we are about to walk together on this path. Stop! Let…
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Mirage
Mirage Life Is not just a garden of flowers And entirely Not just a saga of sorrows There’s some pleasure There’s some bitterness too There’s something interesting There’s some solitude too There’s…
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Self: The House of Mirrors
A hundred thousand states like mirrors Dancing in the self, Each reflection has a different style And a different story! Azra Mughal
