Maqbool Mirza

For the first time, I have realized today that, where i was sitting waiting for some ship to rescue me was not even the seashore.  What I was watching every day as tides rising up and down with the movement of my pulse was not even the ocean but an

If love is the music of soul….let it play on the cords of my heart If love is fuel to breath the life…..let it burn in my ribs… If love is, the sun of the universe …let it glow in my chest… If love is the moon of your forehead

Turn me into matter …which can be merged into your chemical composition and make me integral part of yourself….i want to be no body…..but i want to be you…..lost in you, merged in you, mixed in you…..seen in you….breath in you…..sleep inside you….if you are a mountain of silver I

Why Life is beautiful Why life is beautiful ? It is beautiful because of defined and undefined patterns, determined and undetermined paths, free will and binding to the values, morals of society, altogether it makes us human, and the thinking beings. It’s like jumping from a free-fall swing without knowing

Mind in the universe Besides the useless conventional, minor, minute and logic-less, clueless, endless trivial arguments of the events and happening of life, the depth of knowing, understanding, appreciating, apprehending the self and the life as such “in love” is remarkable. If someone is gettingto know the self through the

Guard of feelings.. I can write to you with eyes closed and i can read the bible of your messages even I’m blind….I can hear your words and sounds even I’m deaf and i can feel your stare on me even my mind is dead….you are such a visionary of

Can you ever see… I do not know, how will I express my pain in binding silence…how will I walk alone on the tracks walked with your hand in mine…how will I talk to people known through you…I wonder my eyes wont be able to see the surroundings felt through

Language of Gods   Its a beautiful and painful contentment of love….the contradiction of moonlight and darkness is leaning across the wall and I’m blind but can only see the face of my beloved….can anyone find such paths of mystic mystery……all around your face is the glow and all beyond

River of tears Nothing is the decades that I’ve lived but only the time spent with you in glee Moments you have given were precious than pearls of sea The life I have lived was the life so sweet I will never have that beauty, the pleasure so neat I

Why have I got the knowledge of words when I am asked to remain silent …why I know the letters, the alphabets when I have been asked not to praise my beloved…why can I even speak when my voice will never be heard now…why can I even see when I

Every moment is wearing shoes like mountains and passing over my chest…..like the soldiers marching on cotton fields…..like the barbarians entering in the wine yards…..all my wounds of soul have been opened….the thorns are looking at my blood……it’s their favorite. … ….when love makes you feel pleasure all seems like

I felt a door has opened and you have entered …. I was like an empty can and children kick it like a football in streets…. You pour life in my like we pour wine in empty glass Was like a lonely lamb in dessert without guardian Dead like rotten

My trial in the chains of love is not painful AS my hands and wrists are being watched by my beloved I m beginning to become accustomed to the chains and sight of my beloved So I can say now, love is the prison of heaven And heaven is the

In your arms, I forget every wound of my soul and you are the healer, who can do all the miracles   If I will die, bury me at the backyard of your palace and just look at my grave every morning and I will remain the loveliest blossom for