"THE UNKNOWN TINGLING PANGS" --- By Imad Ud Din

Some dust, some sand got sprinkled in my eyes

Blurring off the scenes that could be in my sight,

A sway of sorrows, a way to despair,

These eyes are pouring, the hidden tears.

"BAZLA - A REWARD" by Imad Ud Din

I endured myself in mending dreams,

Of yours and mine, limited and limitless,

And all the sudden, the custom and your choice,

The chain you are shackled in, got my eye opened.

You bank less river of beauty, I bottled you up in a tumbler,

Of my sheer emotions. Dissolving myself within you,

That with glance of your face that pour the moonlight,

I lost my stride, pace and flow of thoughts,

Yet smiled and made my feelings dance for your eyes.