Firdous Bahar

Woman thou art as the tsarina of realms grand, Through thy eyes springs the cataract of love! For thy mister hast thou prepare a good brand? It...

O Muse, thou art the master of all simile and all metaphor, Thou the champion of grand personification, Thou the father of prosody: metres of every...

Modern men cannot compete with modern engine, yup, I had Tried to step backwards down to the dust of ancient men, To have the dereliction through...

That, only a fool can negotiate such a privilege off, Bound to me by a la belle dame of cosmetic glow. Chiselled well in the art...

By a sunny day of an April sunshine, embark the Titanic on premiere Voyage, through the buoyancy of an un-horizoned Atlantic: Slicing, supreme and stalwart, scaling...

"Why am I so nettled, so confused, in search of verse? By the Dal, lanes waft the aroma: the perfumes of verse."

"O Darling! Thou art, unaware about a love, The love, which I labour to thee, devotedly. Others were reflecting over, sort of infatuation, For some this my insanity, Though doggedly yelling, its thy love; truth."

"Perhaps, hast been stunk by the scorpion of anxiety. So, I'm supposed too, to be the participant In this ploy of Monseigneur's venom anxiety."