“Shall I speak of the consequence One, that your attention causes? Words you utter keep me stunned, My heart stops up at your gazes. I am known to have just one gift; To feel things with intense passion Yet it… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share
“Shall I speak of the consequence One, that your attention causes? Words you utter keep me stunned, My heart stops up at your gazes. I am known to have just one gift; To feel things with intense passion Yet it happens to consume me; A divine fire, I cannot abandon. In sleepless nights I sing to you A song, however,… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share
“Why is my love for you, dyed in wool? What is the hindrance to moving on? Why in love have I been made a fool? What’s been causing this oblivion? Why is thought of you, ever-present? What’s keeping me from forgetting you? Why is the sight of you magnificent? What’s it you possess than others few? A slow fire burns… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share
“These fragments, these shivers of my heart Are mere lifetimes enclosed in a minute” — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Do you remember how the sun, set On the occasion, we last conversed? First, it hid behind some lousy clouds As I was uttering my dying words Then, out it came with a shiny glare As I grasped the truth of your beauty ‘Twas nothing but my own reflection To my surprise and curiosity. Now the sun’s told our tale… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share
“Why shall I speak of the damage of love? When it rejuvenates me just as much In love, people happen to say too much,… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“It is the fire that consumes me; It is an inexplicable love, It is the rain that calms me; It is a melody from… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Darkness my beloved home, I return! I return, not whole, but damaged. Fatigued by quixotic tendencies, The prodigal has come back famished. An outer… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Child of shadows, once born of flesh Un-winged, amidst fear and agony ‘Fraid of the lurking and yet to come Oblivious, to the code… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
“Old friend, I am writing to you again The infamous tale of squandered love To have my denial broken by myself To have accepted… — Zubair Ahsan Copy Share Image
