_farhat_iqbal_

I came out of Circles Perceived some rhombic figures Some with metaphoric smile! In this process I learnt alot.

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  • _farhat_iqbal_ 1w

    Until in silence
    I went to coffee shops coloured the colour of your eyes where our warm hearts searched for purple icecreams in this flaky season.When Sky is screaming loud with snowflakes.

    Until in silence
    I searched the empty coffee mugs, old newspaper and the then coffee shop turned to garment shop.I searched the last cotton sea green shirt.I saw you wearing it in winter.

    Until in silence
    Patriot of my own thoughts I submersed into my own longings which have build mounts that are separated by the streams of fate.

    Until in silence
    I went through the karawa fields full of snowy Bush's wondering why we seperated when our field was full of tulips and daffodils.

    Until in silence
    I tore piles of versified adjectives of Persian language written in blues but I couldn't tear unwritten Refrains left on your gifted pages.

    Until in silence
    I will write once all the oozing wounds in rustic red ink and corrode your healed wounds by empty pages you gave me.

    Until in silence
    I dossed oceanic drops on the dead dried white roses that you know I adored with three leaves releasing all the voids to lighten up.
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

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    Until in silence

    I went to coffee shops coloured the colour of your eyes where our warm hearts searched for purple icecreams in this flaky season.When Sky is screaming loud with snowflakes.

    Until in silence

    I tore piles of versified adjectives of Persian language written in blues but I couldn't tear unwritten Refrains left on your gifted pages.

    Until in silence

    I will write once all the oozing wounds in rustic red ink and corrode your healed wounds by empty pages you gave me.
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

  • _farhat_iqbal_ 1w

    Wet Refrains

    Incarnate painting of holocaust
    Hung on magic walls dossed
    Admonition of my begin is auction
    As artist's first exhibition
    I am a water drop in acrylic paints
    Deprived of oceanic taints
    Lightening of cloud
    Escaped sun vowed
    Answer of Wet refrains
    Is difficult from dry brains
    Fire lit flames entangled tight
    Heap of ashs peeps light
    Passion led burning flames
    As a inflamed river proclaims
    Downwelling desires gusher
    Boiling clouds usher;
    Rushing celestial red soul
    Winds up aloofness in droll
    For what a playful wave
    Will come any river to save?
    Aloofness winds up pages in me
    Rushing they came but none became mine
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

  • _farhat_iqbal_ 3w

    Scarce Smoke

    Sequentially hurling through fire coterie
    Ashs in backdrop lighted up dotery

    Rose petal Jam brews beautiful hidden wish
    Like a rose bud it blooms with squish

    In matrices of youth seperated from youth
    Life has gone in search of me feeling ruth

    Rims of door stare at me in awe
    To some windows my friendship has begun

    Sequentially glass panes I oversaw
    Maundering views can't be undone

    This winter branch full of red roses
    Has grown by sucking my blood with poses

    The moon broke which lit the dark night
    When stars of night walked away in light

    Whenever I turned through crowded mourn
    Cheerful flowers offered on death of forlorn

    Not fire, smoke too is scarce
    Dew has overladen night, gone are sparks
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

  • _farhat_iqbal_ 4w

    Encapsulating Life

    In every glittering Vicinity lies
    distance of moments punched by cyclamen odors
    Who's way should I look for?

    Torchs lit in Sajoods
    Forgotten moments bloom prayer mats
    Aisles lit by burden of sins

    Anywhere life's hunger leads
    Every field is His own, Every Ocean He owns
    Anywhere realistic thirst takes

    Who came to my life?
    Oceanic waves wind up setting sun
    Let me get up and look in mirror

    Mirrors don't have there faces
    In soul's forest a path is hidden
    Meeting oneself is not habit

    Split seconds attached to me
    Encapsulating moments habitually for you
    Maundering thoughts intend to prove

    Life succinctly hands into Death
    Habitual summing up at end of letter
    Beyond hidden destined forest

    Aloof I walked inside me
    Walking on noisey paths was difficult
    I became punishment of my own
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

  • _farhat_iqbal_ 5w

    Weevils run on heart's book
    Opening its pages
    I look through ages
    What was your name?
    I search in its pages.....
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

  • _farhat_iqbal_ 5w

    Awareness of Heart...



    Recollecting memories in sack of Paddy
    With some lost some entangled in soul
    Strong coirs twist in heart with hands of time
    No loopholes remain to lose memories
    In pale cups of eyes
    Coins of moon fall with tinkling bells
    Dark night spreads in corners of soul
    Shivering veins of heart until dawn comes
    Inside ignited fire and the frozen hearth
    Assassined flowers bloom
    My inferno Claws are numb
    I will embrace the solitude of my coffin
    I will sleep
    I will wake in astral spaces
    Searching scattered Ways......
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

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    Recollecting memories in sack of Paddy

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  • _farhat_iqbal_ 6w

    Random thoughts....

    I wear some experiences,ornamented in Silver,gold, daimonds.Some are bright as moonlight, some ablaze like sun.But my heart always swayed between stars some dim, some illuminating, some twinkling. Azure skies always leave imprints on my soul as if I am a cloud searching for drops of rain under the moist thunderstorms and cracks of lightening filled voids.
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  • _farhat_iqbal_ 6w

    Sprouts of heart

    What did you renounce?
    I sprouted grains of my heart for you
    In midest of that cold wave
    Frosted soil and blunt shovel
    What barrier you didn't cross?
    I crossed the oceans
    Filled in a pot led by Zephyrs
    What did you break?
    I broke the promises
    done in front of Sun
    In trembling daylight
    What did you sacrifice?
    I ripped my soul for you
    In midest of that caliginious night
    Twinkling star led by full moon...
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

  • _farhat_iqbal_ 6w

    Thanks @writersnetwork for ❤️


    Sunnah means habitual practice
    Bidat means innovation

    (Conditional Death of Moon)


    Moon's charm is absolute on night's imagination
    Starry memories can bring death to someone
    To see twinkling star of bygone night
    Can't be disenchanted desire of moon
    But need of her death one last time........
    .....................................................................

    Not necessary to walk on sunnah of laila
    In religion of love bidat can also take place!
    Curves of moon see star on slanty clouds
    Eyes can be blinded sometimes too!
    Moon got what it never desired in light
    Nothing is conditional with wishes unfulfilled
    Conditionally Poision is in circulation with blood
    Successively I am dying with my rim's growth
    Conditional attention of yours with my bound look
    Arosed confused state within moon and star's light
    Dreams of awakened eyes make me sleepy
    Moons and stars of my eyes get extinguished
    With all grief with all taste of sorrow
    Desire for union got murdered once
    Life rubs blood on face of time
    As moon rubs face on floating clouds touched by star
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

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    (Conditional Death of Moon)

    Hey! nights
    Congrats on having
    A Moon and twinkling Star
    On Nature's demand
    Don't loose plan of action
    Iqbal's this line nobody followed
    Weather that needed Star's company
    Moon made seasons of that with envy!
    ©_farhat_iqbal_

  • _farhat_iqbal_ 6w

    The Pari Mahal or Palace of Fairies, located in Srinagar, Kashmir, was built as a library and residence for the Mughal prince Dara Shikoh in the mid-1600s.


    Written in 2008 when I was a child fantasizing nature and the palces which amazed me.....



    Pari Mahal
    (The lost Fairy Land)


    Majestic mountains surrounding you
    From your eyes world seen through
    Every stone having a history
    Greeny pond with a mystery
    Muddy walls faint in colour
    Fringing Bush's making a blur

    Sullen flowers shrinked in spring
    For the lost fairy land always lamenting
    Grasses searching for friends there
    Chinars shedding leaves early with fear
    Iron gate looking as a magic wand
    Leading steps towards the lost fairy land

    Here comes a fairy tale untold
    Unseen- yet by me thought
    Inward eye of mine saw this pari Mahal with care
    So many fairies dancing there
    But through the Iron gate
    A pigeon's I saw a shade

    Locked in cages with fetters
    Something from throat it muttered
    saw it with a broken leg
    Its white woolen neck rounded by a peg
    Feeling pity on it
    Released pigeon in a bit

    Bandaged it outside the cage
    It vanished in a sudden rage
    Searching it here and there
    I saw it nowhere
    After sometime stones fell from walls
    Running quite I heard strange calls

    A fairy in front of me sat
    With the pigeon on its back
    For saving the pigeon gave me award
    And for searching the lost fairy land
    Chinars, Grasses, flowers,stones and all
    Gave whole Pari Mahal to me a reward.

    ©_farhat_iqbal_

    #topography @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Pari Mahal
    (The lost Fairy Land)


    Majestic mountains surrounding you
    From your eyes world seen through
    Every stone having a history
    Greeny pond with a mystery
    Muddy walls faint in colour
    Fringing Bush's making a blur
    Sullen flowers shrinked in spring
    For the lost fairy land always lamenting
    Grasses searching for friends there
    Chinars shedding leaves early with fear
    Iron gate looking as a magic wand
    Leading steps towards the lost fairy land
    Here comes a fairy tale untold
    Unseen- yet by me thought
    Inward eye of mine saw this pari Mahal with care
    So many fairies dancing there
    But through the Iron gate
    A pigeon's I saw a shade
    Locked in cages with fetters
    Something from throat it muttered
    saw it with a broken leg
    Its white woolen neck rounded by a peg
    Feeling pity on it
    Released pigeon in a bit
    Bandaged it outside the cage
    It vanished in a sudden rage
    Searching it here and there
    I saw it nowhere
    After sometime stones fell from walls
    Running quite I heard strange calls
    A fairy in front of me sat
    With the pigeon on its back
    For saving the pigeon gave me award
    And for searching the lost fairy land
    Chinars, Grasses, flowers,stones and all
    Gave whole Pari Mahal to me a reward.
    ©_farhat_iqbal_