میں آپ کو ہر بار جب میں تمہیں دیکھتا ہوں یاد آتی ہے
میں آپ کو ہر وقت مجھے نہیں یاد آتی ہے

The shadow on the screen

I cannot describe: 
The curve of your smile
The arch of your eyebrows
The depths of your eyes
The power of your wink


All I can do is sit transfixed
Utterly beguiled
And hopelessly in awe
Powerless to think and write

My Ghost In My Machine

Hanging on by a thread of desperation

My eyes fall upon you

Called upon by forces ethereal

You have saved me each day

From the inertia of being

And not being.

My ghostly fantasy

Played out in my head

And on my screen

Becoming all too real so that

Reality and fiction is blurred

Assuredly a disappointment.

Pain of being is sometimes far too hard to bear
The relief of not being is a constant companion
Ready to take my hand and whisk me away
Into a soothing and timeless oblivion.