Islam Khan

Puchta he jab koi Duniya me Mohabbat he kaha.. Muskura deta hun main aur yaad aa Jati he “MAA” Happy Mothers Day.

माँ

लबों पर उसके कभी बद-दुआ नहीं होती

बस एक माँ है जो कभी ख़फा नहीं होती ।

इस तरह मेरे ग़ुनाहों को वो धो देती है,

माँ बहुत गुस्से में होती है, तो रो देती है ।

मैंने रोते हुए पोंछा था किसी दिन आँसू,

मुद्दतों माँ ने नहीं धोया दुपट्टा अपना ।

अभी ज़िंदा है माँ मेरी, मुझे कुछ भी नही होगा,

मैं जब घर से निकलता हूँ, दुआ भी साथ चलती है ।

जब भी कश्ती मेरी सैलाब में आ जाती है,

माँ दुआ करती हुई ख़्वाब में आ जाती है ।

ऐ अन्धेरे देख ले, तेरा मुँह काला हो गया,

माँ ने आँखे खोल दी, घर में उजाला हो गया ।

मेरी ख़्वाहिश है कि मैं फिर से फ़रिशता हो जाँऊ,

माँ से इस तरह लिपटुँ, कि बच्चा हो जाँऊ ।

मुन्नवर माँ के आगे, यूँ कभी खुलकर नहीं रोना,

जहाँ बुनियाद हो, इतनी नमी अच्छी नहीं होती ।

Within my book of memories,
Are special thoughts of you.
And all the many nice things You often say and do –

As I turn the pages,
And recall each single thought,
I realize the happiness
That knowing you has brought.

There are memories of the times
we’ve shared Both bright and sunny days.
There are memories of your kindness
And your friendly thoughtful ways.

And when I recall these memories
As I go along life’s way,
I find they grow more precious still With every passing day….!!

Thinking of You ...

Here I sit, thinking only of you
Wondering what is to become of us
Understanding all you have been through
Hoping to slowly gain your trust
My heart aches for you, and also I yearn
I want to understand you
In hopes that I will learn
Your unique and special qualities amaze me
Your smile
Your mind
Your voice and its beautiful sound
Your eyes
Your hair
Your ability to cheer me up
When you see that I am down
My feelings for you go beyond that of words
And at first it didn’t seem real
But that just taught me a lesson
In doubting what I feel
It seems I dreamed you into life
And the reason for my stare
The bluest sky
The deepest sea
Don’t even compare
You’re so very special in every single way
And thoughts of you
Run through my head
Every hour of the day
I hope that you will understand
Just how I feel about you
I want to be your guiding hand
For all that you go through . . .