Hello , my dear kind fellows . Today I am presenting my new poem in Hindi / Urdu / and English . Yes in all these languages . I have noticed a considerable number of my Hindi / Urdu followers . Somebody already asked me to do this . For them I wrote this poem . Not just for them because I am presenting English version too. I am bilingual and both these languages are equally important to me for their own reasons . I am sorry I could not keep my Hindi / Urdu poem very pure or “Shudh”God bless all of you . Enjoy with me .

Hindi / Urdu version

Yeh kaisi Zindagi hay ? Janam

Kya ab tumhain meri yad nahi ati ?

Yeh kaisa sinister spell hay ? Jo khatam nahi hota

Main kaisay man loon yeh sab

Janti hun ” I am your first thought in the morning and I am the last one who closes your lovely eyes . “

Yeh Ajnabi Zindagi Jiska khwab Na tumnay dekha , na mainay

Phir yeh doori kaisi hay , Janam

Kisko bulaon main apna sweetheart

Kon dekhay , Meri ankhon ki mast roshni

Kya main ab bhi vohi oriental gulab nahi

Jisnay tumhari dharti par khilna tha ?

Han ham dono ab bhi vohi hain

Ao kabhi bhaito hamray peeple ki chaon main

Vapsi ka Rasta bhool jaogay

Khud ko identify na karpaogay

Mera voh aik pink dopatta ab bhi tumhara intezar Kar Raha hay

Voh jo tumnay meray portrait banya ismain, main tumharay strokes dhoondti hun

Then I wonder about the new painting drying on your easel

Jo tumnay mujhay nahi dekhaye

Janti hun, din ab bhi tera mushkil hay meray bin

Ajnabi ratain ab bhi gambheer hain

Kab tootaingi yeh undekhi zanjeerain ,Janam

Han , boht kareb

Boht kareb hain voh ,lamhay

Boht kareb .

English version

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What kind of life is this ? Sweetheart

Don’t you miss me now? , darling

What kind of never ending sinister spell is this ?

Why would I accept all of this ?

I still know , I am your first thought in the morning and I am the one who closes your lovely eyes at night

This is strange life , we both did not dream it

Why are you still away ? my lovely

Who can I call my sweetheart

Who is here to see the light of my love_ drunk eyes ?

Am not I the same oriental rose?

That needed plantation at your land

Yes , we both are the same people

Come , sit under the shadow of our “peeple tree

You will forget the way back to your homeland

You will not identify yourself

My pink scarf is , still waiting for you

Oh ,yes I look for your strokes in the portraits you made of me

Then I wonder about the new painting drying on your easel

That painting , you have not shown me

I know , days are hard for you without me

The nights are strange and heavy

When will these invisible chains snap ?my darling

Yes , very close

Close are those moments

Very close

Poem by : Ruqia Ismat

Wed, , Aug, 31, 2022.

Your Wild, Wild Heart

Oh , your wild , wild heart is the biggest joy of my life

Your wild , wild heart is the most adorable one , and the most sensitive one

For sure , the wildest hearts are the sweetest ones

Your wild , wild heart was once too shy to let me in

Your wild , wild heart is the softest and the most immaculate one

Your wild , wild heart has turned into my safest refuge

My massive man , you make me smile when you say ” Darling I can’t live without you”

Your wild , wild heart should know that I am its proud winner

Your wild , wild heart did try to scare me away because it was afraid to take chance

Your wild , wild heart is loved the way it was never loved before

The most free , the most evasive heart surrendered to my passion

Your wild , wayward heart beats like carzy in my proximity

Your wild , wild heart never flinched on an enormous pain but cried like hell when I was away

This golden and pure heart makes me whole

What a destiny that I won that invincible heart !

That free heart , a gypsy heart , a faerie heart , and a traveler heart

Found its homeland in me

Your wild , wild heart , the mad heart , is the most sane one

Your wild , wild heart did not listen to you and could not hide my love

This innocent heart worships me and makes a goddess of me

Darling , I adore you ” every time you say

You win my ancient and oriental heart

Poem by Ruqia Ismat

Thursday, August 25, 2022 .

The Heartbreak

”You can love me only if

you can take the heartbreak

He said with such a faithful voice

”Then what is the point of all of it

What do you choose now ?

I wish it was not true

Can we change the rules of life ? ;;”

”We cant live well enough

If we carry fearful hearts and if

Love is destined for a heartbreak

You and I are not to blame

Darling , don’t fear to love me ”

I assured him

”Instead , fear not to love ,

it is not prudent to stop

living today

for an impending death tomorrow

They were so afraid to trespass

that they stopped loving life

What is forgiveness then ?

We can never be perfect

We need to move onward

before we are no longer

you and I ”

Note . poem by Ruqia Ismat

Fri, Aug 12, 2022.