I am an ace

I do not fear in the dark
I hear nights the dog's bark
Not scared of the wolves
I know to fight and shove

The people on earth trouble
Think, I am like a rubble
Take me as I am insane
I would come to no fame

They know not inside a fire
Their words make it higher
This makes my life pushy
I do not feel a bit cushy

What life demands me
Is not, from the ground, to flee
To make the pace
And let everyone know this ace

THIS LIFE

we garnish with garments
we furnish the Furniture
we change the things around
as the time passes, we alter

this life is a travel
to which everyone one of us board
and all head to one destination
that everyone surely abhors

Not a single human differs
this life to that life Erudite prefers
Indeed an everlasting life
where everybody will inter

we are on a fare
and not merely Extant here
there is a real-life next to it
where we will live forever

I EXPECT NO MORE

I myself give deceit
On people by having a creed
I am not the full ticket
Credulously let them take my wicket

I am a man of the trusty century
I had people such an auxiliary
where on earth I am now?
Own are not own here, wow!

I also met some loyal slickers
they are the super trickers
from I learned
the great art
after fully ingest how to depart

I now know the foe
this was the last time I undergo
I have fallen, and now deplore
I don't expect any more

You Are My light

 I am insanely on a wait
My heartbeat won't abate
As long as you are afar
The window of my heart is always ajar

I am fallen in the love trap
My life now will not sap
To get you is my only end
Like a shot, you'd better commend

You've become like a lamp
That guides me in the dark camp
Life looks so gleamy
That I find my ways very cleanly

Life goes so easy
With you, I feel like breezy
If you just say me "Yes"
I'll always step both lives toward success

TIME TRIALS

I wish I had a time machine!
So I could correct my routine,
Where I was filled with the spleen,
From the heart, I could clean the keen.

Every moment is a  test,
No matter what if you rest,
Life all the time has to jest;
You have got to ingest.

You either lie and cry,
Or with merriment, so high you fly,
Time has got to try;
In any case, you've got to defy.

Every time you are to climb,
Sometimes you've to bust your ass,
Make your own class,
And from all, at last, surpass.

© ® Taqveem Ul Haq

لوگ کیا کنہے گے ؟؟

زندگی کا دستور ہے

ہر دور میں ایسے لوگ گزرتے ہیں۔

ارے یہ کیا کردیا

وہ مت کرو

تم مت بولو اورتم تو چپ ہی رہو۔

لوگ کیا کنہے گے

کوئی چیز باقی نہیں

جہاں حدود طے نہ کی ہو

ہماری زندگی انکے تجربات

اور خیالات میں نہ سمیٹی ہو۔

ہماری ہر خوشی سے جڑا

کوئی بھی مقصد

انکے فیصلے سے نہ ٹکرایا ہو

ایسا ممکن نہیں۔

ایک ڈر سا لگتا ہے

کچھ نیا سوچنے سے بھی

کچھ انداز بدلنے سے بھی

لوگ تو دور اپنوں میں دشمن سے لگتے ہیں۔

بات بس یہی ختم نہیں ہوتی

زندگی کا ہر موڑ

اور زندگی کی ہر دوڑ<

ہمیں نئے سبق سکھاتی ہے۔

ہمیں اسی طرح سلگھاتی ہے۔

یہ زندگی ایک تحفہ ہے

اس میں مشکلات اسے بھی بڑا انعام

لوگ آتے ہیں اور سکھاتے ہیں

پھر پیروں پر کھڑا کر کے چلے جاتے ہیں

THERE ARE TIMES!

There are times!
For you, I have been prime,
Like the stars for the night,
The thread for the kite,
To fly high in the air,
To defy and care.

There are times!
For you, I have been prime,
Like the shadow to cover,
The meadow for the fragrance all over,
To revel in the beauty,
To rest in your lap.

There are times!
For you, I have been prime.
Now, why the turn?
Why do you make my heartburn?
The ways are separated,
The relation is complicated.

Who am I?

A thorough decent you are
There is no one who mars
But you, the one yourself scar
And imbibe too much in bars

You are a one soul
You yourself just console
The other is petrol
Who merely fuel the coal

The other merely get close
If only, something they ow's
For you, they might be heroes
At last, they do oppose

Any situation, you are in
You drove to the inn
And led you to the gin
You choose to be therein

The other do you no care
They leave you just bare
You the one, stay in despair
And only can dare

NOT NOW THEN WHEN

A message to so-called
Those scattered in the sects,
Despise to one another,
Bark like the shitty dogs,
Bite not but merely emit,
Who stand by own flags,
The elite in their own eyes,
Call themselves patriots.

A message from Aortas,
From the souls suffering,
Coming out the door to fight,
With the forces and militaries,
Elevating the voice,
Stimulating the emotions,
We the part of the pure place,
We the heart of the pure nation.

Dying to be the part,
Not a baby only,
But also the old people,
Who are on the verge of death?
Want their children to be free,
And not slaves like them,
Still the elite people, busy,
Always say but hardly do.

A hope

A light, very bright;
If it kindles in heart
As it keeps on lightening,
The dream never blinks off.

A burnt desire and food of will;
A piece of an incomplete picture,
And a drop in an empty mug,
All the above hope it is!

A key to unlock the lock,
To open your heaven,
And let it welcome you,
That you will for long.

It’s a blessing you know not,
If not one is blessed;
Never any get what he wills.
So, thank
God what you achieve.

I'M JUST DONE!

 Life is super on
People are damn gone
No one cares, shown
And still, on the bed, I yawn

I make the most sleep at dawn
When the believers atone
When the aspirants go for a marathon
When the bliss is all over on

I am a shitty stinky alone
To no one known
Dunno why I was born
Keep lying maintain the mourn

Life is super on
Yet I'm pissed off and torn
I am tired to the bone
At all done!

A VOICE TO WORLD

A runt soul heaves
so sound and calm
a voice full of hopes
striving with her palm
to step an inch toward
the place of her land

Sadly enough a boom
a thunder of fires and burns
rising above towards her
the tiny tiny eyes
facing the flames
trying to face the storm

A voice against all evil
so vigorous and steady
loudening to let her live
with the peace and shine
emerging at a great altitude
to awake the world in slumber.

A matter of an Instinct

A very tiny thought

Can let you feel aught

A very tiny kind of feeling

Can cut you off from darling

An instinct of hatred

Can destroy a year’s relation

An instinct of a love

Can build a year's adoration

An instinct of a passion

Can make you run a marathon

An instinct of devotion

Can entice to marry leggy Amazon

An impulse for a second

Can make you step high

An impulse for a second

Can make you fortify

An inside small impel

Can cause a noisy bell

An inside small propel

Can make you excel so well

WHAT HOLDS YOU BACK

Life is a gift you have

Then what else do you crave

Sadly enough it terrifies

But that's you who let it magnify

You see what's the problem

It is the lack of a plan for the autumn

At times you have got to bear

And as your time comes, so there you flare

There is an odd, you commit

As things go wrong you put on a guilt

You better avoid the bitch(complaint)

And rather turn on life switch

Live and cherish the very moment

Do not fear any torment

Cross all the self-made limitations

Go to any extent of accessions

Mr. Right

Truth is a virtue

Who holds it succeeds

It is the only thing

That builds for you the bridges

To go across any rigor

And overwhelm any turmoil

The sole source to make soul neat

To unblemished the heart mean

And rightly do the just for everyone

How could it be possible

That you may feel content in scathe

The soul never accepts

People go inhuman sometimes

When the soul is completely packed

With the keen dirt of evilness

Mr. Right is gonna help you decide

What you had better avoid

I can't stop

Things come from within

Neither halt nor end

Whether you believe in

Or neglect the factual trend

A thought for a second

May cause a small hit

To deep inside burden

And turn on the life switch

That's the time you stand

Stand against all the fears

Bear all the setbacks

Endure all the anguish

That's the time you decide

To go across all the limitations

Or else abstain from massy tides

Desist and complain about situations

The feeling I can't stop

Leads you to think, learn, attempt and win

The Feeling I can't do

This leads you to nothing and fails at last.

Nature of Mind

The mind is the most powerful source of every existence. Not a single thing occurs unless your mind wants it to happen. It distinguishes good from the bad, and bad from the good, Right from the wrong and the wrong from right. What you see doesn't matter, but what your mind think matters the most. The decision you take is later, but why and how you make decisions, on what basis you let your mind process is important to understand.

The conscious mind judges everything according to sets of beliefs we have imprinted in our subconscious mind. Our mind has held certain limits and rules from the experiences we have gone through in our lives. If we look at the gun or knife. It gives us a message to protect oneself. So the diary of our mind has saved our past experiences and work in accordance with the results that we had from them.

Our mind is a water drop wherever it finds slope it moves there, therefore we must look after things if they are good or bad, right or wrong.

Confusion and Clarity

When shaping one's life
These two things occur
And as you start doing strife
Both also start to bother

Confusion causes corruption
Thoughts become pretty sparse
Small things look huge profusion
In the end, nothing, near one draws

But clarity does a work of a queen
Lovingly carry one to its destination
Things look simple and clean
One does not find any kind of distraction

Confusion is a snake game
That eats bubbles and increases in size
And after all, to lick itself is its aim
In short, it itself rises to the demise

Now the turn goes in one's hand
Either to be sure with one's goal
Or to keep blowing like a sand
At last one is supposed to control

Adult's Addiction

You get close to things that entice
Perhaps they may not cost you a high price
You indulge yourself in a bit hast
Because the feelings are vast
At last from the goals, you have to sacrifice

Fight with oneself (2)

There's an apple's eye of you inside
Of course, it sounds like your bride
The way it cajoles you to do things
From your goals, clips your wings
Yet with much obedience, you abide

Do not let  it try to make you astray
It will put its all force to betray
You would find fantasy
With complete desirous intimacy
Yet you have got to keep yourself away

Fight with oneself (1)

You're an enemy of yourself
That has a very sweet voice
Whom you are so obedient to
To put off things you've to do
You're the smartest fool ever
Who let things go from hands
Though ya wanna be influential
You feel a bit dizzy 24/7 a week

Wow!  You wanna be a leader
Who won't lead but follow people
Nice joke! You are a joke to your dreams
Would that you become a person
what you think in dreams fantasies
Life rewards you what you work for

Life is a book

Life is a book and people are the pages that come into your life.      

Every page has got a lesson to teach you.

 And you are the reader who keeps reading and flipping pages.

~ Taqveem