Shayari, Sher O Shayari, Shayari Collection, Latest (Urdu, Hindi , English )

Light dancing through the window
wakes me up to another day…

to be passed in full consciousness
of the seconds the minutes the hours…
the day…sublime.

I learn helplessness, I lose productivity,
the consciousness of the ticking clock gulps me.
I forget what is timeless,
what is the color of the day;
the only things I produce
are digestive enzymes and semen.
Even the thoughts have turned into reminiscence.

I welcome the night.
The night that escapes the day
and put me to sleep, not beyond clockwork
as the hourly gongs pierce my skull,
the appreciation of the morning alarm
increases as the night draws close.
But the minutes and the seconds dance
in the production house of my dreams.

I travel in a train
sitting beside my pretty child,
my sweet one, I hold her hand
and come down innumerable steps.

In dreams we hold hands in the crowd.

We dance like fireflies
we dance till the last muscle burn out
and she falls down before me,
I’m still strong and young,
I carry her in my arms
to a place where we can fly.

But I must fly alone.
This poem starts the countdown
from 30, and I’ll be gone
leaving behind the hatred for the day
and submission into the night
my pretty child, my sweet one.
The hourly gongs sometimes startles
me in the morning I’m just awake
shaking dreams from my hair
writing the poem.

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We’ve known each other since we’re nine or ten.
Together we climbed hills or trees.
Learned of love and ABC’s,
skinned our hearts and skinned our knees.
Goodbye my friend, it’s hard to die,
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Pretty girls are everywhere.
When you see them I’ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the hills that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me,
I was the black sheep of the family.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much wine and too much song,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, Papa, it’s hard to die
when all the birds are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
Little children everywhere.
When you see them I’ll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the wine and the song,
like the seasons, all have gone.
Goodbye, Michelle, my little one.
You gave me love and helped me find the sun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my feet back on the ground.
Goodbye, Michelle, it’s hard to die
when all the bird are singing in the sky,
Now that the spring is in the air.
With the flowers ev’rywhere.
I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun.
But the stars we could reach
were just starfishs on the beach

This pair of small eyes,
Help in saying big things,
Love not expressed from lips,
Is confessed by a wink.

At any place in the world,
Her eyes keep searching for me,
Sparkle of her eyes is moved to her lips,
After she finds me.

Each feeling of her heart,
Is said by eyes of hers
Whenever I leave her,
Droplets of water stroll down in form of tears.

Can always find,
Unconditional love for me in her eyes,
Confirming the thought to be true,
That the pair never says lies.

I have a feeling,
She has a straight heart to eye connection,
As she expresses everything, by her eyes,
That?s needs to be mentioned.

When I can?t find her eyes around me,
Don?t know what happens to my day,
Smile from my visage,
Remains at bay.

In the night when I lie on a gathered hay,
Under the starry layer of the endless worlds,
I trace your eyes in the maze of stars,
Like a pattern laid out by two beautiful pearls.

This pair of small eyes,
Help in saying big things,
Love not expressed from lips,
Is confessed by a wink.