You're all of it...

That freshness after a sound sleep
And even the sound sleep itself
that transcends after the dint of all day exhaustion
That quenched thirst of a desolated
and the sight of blue while I lay on green
That penny for the broke if it suffices
to keep him on the track of survival
That straw a drowning man catches at
and the spirit a divine scripture revitalizes
That Jin by the rub of a lamp so magical
showing up to fulfill your last ever wish
That incident of utmost importance in life
teaching a stubborn, life long lessons
That hug of a mother when how passionately
greets her soldier son returning alive and safe
That tear rolling down a father's cheek
when he sees his better reflection in his boy
That dream, conceived and lived
by you and only you,
The citrus of my favourite fruit!
You're all of it.

(Syed Ahmad Raza)

What good...

What good is moon if not romanticized

and made pivot to the whirl of insane secrets

Like a confidant that absorbs misery

of the unheard, unfelt, unsung souls.

What good is a child if not understood

to the burning core of his uniqueness

Like a litmus test to spot a gem

and rubbing the dust off a diamond.

What good is a beloved if not set free

from immature shackles of possession

Like a pigeon thrown up in the air 

and knowing inside 'it will fly back'.

(Syed Ahmad Raza)

Cure me

Cure me, my dose of honesty!
Like the compensation of a soberly mistake
Be there for my soul's sake.

Flight of imagination and talk of care
Might lead us, but don't know where...
Let's switch places to see the difference
And then we find, there's none there....

Cure me, my piece of art!
Like resuscitation to the dying heart
Be there till heavens do us apart.

When pen goes dying of thirst
I'll ink my mind of you first
Then rivers of magic shall flow
And the piece of paper will glow

Cure me, my food for thought!
There's no better fuel than you
Be there if miracles are true.

Unrest!

Unrest, the creative of all!
In times of rest, I'll fall
in love with you, for you
bring out in me that's true.

Be my...

Be my canvass.

And I'll paint you like literature.
And draw you like words.

Be my sky.

And I'll fly you like a thought.
and think you like a bird.

Be my air.

And I'll breathe you like fear.
and live you like a life.

Be my gold.

And i'll buy you like a thief.
and steal you like you're mine.