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FARAH NAQVI

The contest of creation!

Walking on bridges from ignorance to innocence.
Enduring pain, sorrows, heartbreaks on the way.
We record all experiences, feelings, reactions,
and one day all that is accumulated shred away.

Rising in the space,
mirroring the formless,
our life on earth is a mandatory illusion,
for evolution of consciousness.

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FARAH NAQVI

Can We?

The eternal self, dance around the tune of a divine symphony.
A song from beyond, a song with no guilt or infamy.
The author, the verse, the audience, are all composed by the Hand of One.
Where love holds all the songs, where the truth is our freedom!

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FARAH NAQVI

बूढ़ी यादें

एक शाख़ पे आके बैठ गया,
कोई, दूर का मुसाफ़िर लगता है;
जाने किस शहर से आया है,
जाने किस शहर को जाएगा।

मुझको तो वो कोई,
जाना पहचाना सा लगता है,
जैसा उससे रिश्ता कोई,
अनजाना सा लगता है।

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FARAH NAQVI

I am born again

In you,
I am born again,
New and free,
Away from pain
Fears and tears.
I cruise my boat,
In the sea of hope
Towards your soothing shores.

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FARAH NAQVI

Breakdown

You feel that your hands shiver,
Your heart beats like a drum;
Despite the fact that you can scarcely walk,
You battle the inclination to run.

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FARAH NAQVI

Anxiety

You could never understand,
The constant agony I feel;
Since in the light of day,
It doesn’t look genuine.

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FARAH NAQVI

The Lenses

My life was seen through lenses,
of the ignorance I worn with pride;
I thought it held my stories,
That I’d forever keep inside.

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FARAH NAQVI

Dream & Reality

I would incarnate the eternity;
Inside the dreams after wakening,
As the pieces left in the trance;
Will not last long for cradling

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FARAH NAQVI

A Phoenix From The Ash

The world said there is no splendour in me,
I am a glim, devoid of my flash;
So, I set my soul on the sacred fire,
To rise like a phoenix from the ash.

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FARAH NAQVI

The Voice Of Time

The time has a voice,
That the realm we exist uses;
It’s not divided into hours, minutes and seconds,
It’s also made of wounds and bruises.

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FARAH NAQVI

Faith

I carved my greed into the sphere,
Of roving drift to keep my world afloat;
But against the flood of thy wisdom,
They were the sodden paper boats.

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FARAH NAQVI

The Eternal Tune

Our life is a melody
Of the ones that appeared long,
Singing to the tunes it sees
To create something beyond.

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FARAH NAQVI

The Empty Nest

She got up early in the morning and made her morning tea
She sat sipping it slowly in the verandah green.
The tea was warm and sweet just as she wanted
But she drank it down as if it was totally tasteless.

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FARAH NAQVI

Voice Of A Woman!

I am not my diamond solitaire,
I am not the precious jewels I wear.
I am not the silk gown I wear,
I am not the brands that adorn me!

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FARAH NAQVI

The Perfect Sycophant

She sat nodding and smiling,
Trying to be happy, busy following.
Successfully deceiving herself and everyone,
The perfect sycophant that she had become.

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