In my home town, we don't say "I love you "/ we peel and cut fruit/ In my hometown, we don't say "I'm sorry for your loss"/ we make chai and make sure all the stomachs/ known or unknown/ are fed while we do the dishes for the next 3 days/ In my hometown, we don't say "hi new neighbour*/ we give fitters in a dish that needs to be returned because what other way to get know someone if not by devouring what their hands have produced?/ What other way to build a relationship if not by a Tupperware going back and forth enough times to forget which is whose?/ In my hometown, fathers will eat anything their daughters make when they're learning to cook, with a big smile/ In my hometown, We don't believe in measurements/ We only believe in destiny/ By which I mean/ leat with my hands because food is a language.
ستاروں سے الجھتا جا رہا ہوں شب فرقت بہت گھبرا رہا ہوں ترے غم کو بھی کچھ بہلا رہا ہوں جہاں کو بھی سمجھتا جا رہا ہوں یقیں یہ ہے حقیقت کھل رہی ہے گماں یہ ہے کہ دھوکے کھا رہا ہوں
In the great, grand scheme of things, We're just tiny specks that will one day be forgotten. So it doesn't matter what we did in the past, or how we'll beremembered. The only thing that matters is right now, this moment, this one spectacular moment we are sharing together.
تیرے آنے کی جب خبر مہکے تیری خوشبو سے سارا گھر مہکے شام مہکے تیرے تصور سے شام کے بعد پھر سحر مہکےرات بھر سوچتا رہا تجھکو زہن و دل میرے رات بھر مہکےیاد آئے تو دل منور ہو دید ہوجائے تو نظر مہکےتُو گھڑی دو گھڑی جہاں بیٹھے وہ زمیں مہکے، وہ شجر مہکےتیرے آنے کی جب خبر مہکے تیری خوشبو سے سارا گھر مہک
Survive! in my words and whispers. haunt my poems and songs. let's sit together in absolute oblivion and phrase new meanings. let's meet again and redefine love. love that lasts. let's meet at the horizon and end in harmony. let's begin the end let's end the beginning.