Anna kehti hai iltijah kiya kerni

Jeet mera naseeb thi lakin

Mat jagana humein tabeer ka lalach de ker

Sirf who ik shaks

Bas Ek Khawahish Hai tujhe khud se ziyada chahon

Kerte hain meri khamiyon ka tazkara iss tarhan

Mere arooj se mere zawaal tak

Tafseelein chooro bas itna sunoo

Tum ne to naam hi sunay hain faqat

Uss k dil se utaar gaye aisay

Ager main ye kahon tumse

Hum maslihat-e-waqt k qail nahi yaaro

Aaj To Zoaq-e- Sukhan Arooj Par Hai

Kitabon ki tarhan bohat se ilfaaz hain mujh mein

Ik taraf yaar ka israar

Mana k bohat qeemati hai waqt tera

Aqal walon k naseebon mein kahan zoaq-e-janoon

Kuch Log Mujhay Apna Kaha Kartay Thay

Hamesha hi nahi rehte kabhi chehre naqabon mein

Tum Jaysi Hassen Ankhon Wale

Haasil-e-zindagi hasraton k siwa kuch bhi nahi

Hasil-e- Zindagi kahon

Mujhe bhoolne ki koshish

Hain daleelein tere khalaaf mager

Jab tujhe meri chah thi jaana

Juda ho ker bhi dono jee rahe hain aik mudat se

Nazar Andaz Karne Ki Waja Koch To Batatey

Mujhe fursaat hi fursaat hai

Reezah reezah Bikhri hoon jin ki chotoun se

Daleel thi na koi hawalaa tha un k paas

Wo Jisy Barish Pasand Na Thi

Na thein aur koi bhi ranjishein

Ya Mari Kitab-e- Hiyat Hai

Uss k be-hijaab hone tak

Tum ne uss waqt bewafai ki

Tu mera honsla too dekh

jalti hai jo seenay mein tere hijer se jannan

Ishq k baab mein kuch yoon hai tumhara mera

Hum se rootha bhi gaya humko manaya bhi gaya

Ik ajeeb si kehfiyaat hai meri uss k bina

Hijar ki raat kaatne wale

Suna hoo ga kisi se dard ki ek had bhi hoti hai

Yaad ker k mujhe num ho gayein hoon gi ankhein

Zindagi tujh pe bohat ghoor kiya main ne

Kabhi kabhi teri be-niyazi se khoof kha ker

Mujhe Ishq K Par Laga K Urra

And I know now what I didn't know then by the Tuesday Poets

So
now you are privy to
a thousand thousand things. Jennifer Compton

The geology of the region, the path rain takes under
the earth, the black areas of nitrate. Sarah Jane Barnett

There are places yet to find
where the teeth of ancestors
still speak to us from the forest floor � Kathleen Jones

please do not dance
with the statues. Helen Lowe

I wonder what times I

Morte D�Arthur (Partial) by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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So all day long the noise of battle roll�d

Among the mountains by the winter sea;

Until King Arthur�s table, man by man,

Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lord,

King Arthur: then, because his wound was deep,

The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him,

Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights,

And bore him to a chapel nigh the field,

A broken chancel with a broken cross,

That stood on a