Urdu Poem – 4
By Quaiser Khalid
No voice (enlightenment) is coming either from wilderness or the tavern( of wisdom),
People appear to have been driven to insanity in the city.
All my convictions dissipate like mist without you,
Your presence moulds my dreams into reality.
Sometimes it seems even to me that my desires are infantile,
That I can bury them deep in the heart, at times, just by persuasion.
Whatever be his power, “Khalid’ refuses to bow in the face of it,
Such is the power of Love that I posses,( which prevents me from committing transgressions).
Aaye sehra se sadaa na koyee maikhaane se,
Log basti mei’n nazar aate hai’n deewaane se.
Her yaqee’n bin tere jaise ke Gumaa’n laGta hai,
Khwaab Tata’beer mei’n Dhalte hai’n tere aane se.
Khaahishe’in apni bhi lagti hai’n kabhi bachho’n si,
Dil mei’n dab jaati hai’n kuch der ko samjhane se.
Waqt ke woh hai’n Khuda hum ne na mana “Khalid”,
Ishq ne rok liya hadd se guzar jaane se.