EK DIN ~MULTAZAM QURESHI
Sabr rakh ek din bahaar ayegi
Sath hon jab mera saqi wo shab hazaar ayegi
Sabr rakh ek din bahaar ayegi
Sath hon jab mera saqi wo shab hazaar ayegi
She sat on the bench, just second from first,
A girl full of dreams, with a curious thirst.
I’m an orange,
But if I can’t juice — will you throw me out?
Fly, fly,
Blackbird.
I don’t know what you’ve seen nor heard,
But I know it hurt.
Just another day waking up alone—
No one blowing up my brand new phone
He clings to his rusty wheelchair,
As he clings to his dirty brushes.
A rose will bloom,
A child is born,
While they leave their mother’s womb.
As you inhaled your final breath,
no longer clinging to health,
you spoke a vivid memory of me
Do you remember me from your dreams?
Silent grips on the back of your neck
Once I was the quiet flame,
Burning for a name never called.