nasib
love existed before longing
longing precedes loving
i reach the fire you had made
find ashes alone
lonely in their dreams 
waiting for someone to throw dust
so it may rest 
find your presence here
in the twig that you may have used
to map your journey in the ground
some berries and plums 
pomegranate as red as the blood 

dumeguftaar keh us lab pe machaltee huee baat 

rahíl

i am a lone traveler 
followers are not travellers
thus 
i am a lone follower
lost my pack 
each one on purpose
for you
if longing is a purpose then
i shudder at the thought of your lips next to mine
quivering in their longing, parched in their own solitude 
jung’s individuation fails here

dumeguftaar keh us lab pe machaltee huee baat 

hija

gathering flowers from this earth you walked 
waiting for a direction 
none to be found 
your sweat hangs in the air
essence of my elixir
shall i turn back
move on
or stay here 
woods ; these trees that grew from my limbs
flowers that blossomed from one smile you lent me
and the sky which was mine
these are my tribe 
they look away
as if disappointed in my fervour 

monsoon rain falls mercilessly 
and your tracks are erased 

dumeguftaar keh us lab pe machaltee huee baat 
yaqoot ki sil cheer k koi jharna phoote

دمِ گفتار کہ اس لب پہ مچلتی ہوئ بات
 یاقوت کی سل چیر کے کوئ جھرنآ پھوٹے

words trembling on your lips;
waterfall erupting from the heart of yaqoot

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Dee is from Lahore, Pakistan. Loves dark nights and old trees.