Firdous Bahar

"In an entire capital, she is the only lady, Who speaks like an adult woman. To festoon her beauties-rose And to decorate her ocean eyes."

"T'is evening and the counter of my penetralia are quite alike; vacant. Now aura is crimsoned, so does my heart: bleak, As the far twilight horizon."

"The fire-smouldering inside me from the last four Thermal summers and five inclement winters, More inflammatory and much more ruthless."

"I may not be an attractive-lad, may be! But I have a beautiful heart. O Houri of Jannat-ul-Firdous! Marry me today."

"Now, I'm not going to write on thee anymore, I'm not going to write on thee. You have cussed me enough, By your wrenching decrees."

"Snow is descending decently upon an already settled-sheets, And the frozen-ice of morn: crystal-hard!" writes the poet.

Evenings are throttled down by the bar of a curfew: Bloody curfews ’re in vogue – since spans, dates, years, Here, on t'is fragmented-paradise, Even before the...

Tonight conversation with you was only of minutes, But left a deep chasm in my heart. How deftly you pronounce by thy bold tongue: Why didn't I...