BEAUTY IN HER EYES! 

O Lord, Her flitting blush, downcast eyes and modest grace, seem endlessly beautiful.

Settle down me, in her eyes, since I’ve become their eternally lover.

O Lord, My intuition tells me that, “You’re it’s desire”, at all times and in all things.

Around the clock, day and night, my lips are stuck in her talks. 

O Lord, Her talks are so beautiful; that whenever I remember them, it’s like, the scent of flowers flowing through my world.

Lemme preserve you somewhere where even your shadow can’t be seen by EVIL EYES (Ayn al hasud).

Somewhere where we belong, Only YOU and Me.

O Lord, I desire to live in her shambles tresses. When I look at them, they are so beautiful long.

Ummm.. She might be reading this with a flitting blush, with downcast eyes, and modest grace.

But I know she’ll forgive me that I gaze

Too fondly on her face, ‘cause she knows, I long for her whispering eye..

Ya Allah, Her flitting blush, downcast eyes and modest grace, seem endlessly beautiful.

Settle down me, in her eyes, since I’ve become their eternally lover.

Ya Allah, My intuition tells me that, "You're it's desire", at all times and in all things.

Around the clock, day and night, my lips are stuck in her talks. 

Ya Allah, Her talks are so beautiful; that whenever I remember them, it's like, the scent of flowers flowing through my world.

 Lemme preserve you somewhere where even your shadow can't be seen by EVIL EYES (Ayn al hasud).

Somewhere where we belong, Only YOU and Me.

 Ya Allah, I desire to live in her shambles tresses. When I look at them, they are so beautiful long.

 Ummm.. She might be reading this with a flitting blush, with downcast eyes, and modest grace.

But I know she'll forgive me that I gaze

Too fondly on her face, 'cause she knows, I long for her whispering eye..

She tells me listen babe;

Love is a house of wax, obscured notion of doubt might melt it way.

  I say sweetie;

If a heart has even a bit of suspicion, there could be something else instead but definitely not love.

  She tells me listen babe;

Will you, like this, forever love me?! 'Cause anything lesser than this I shall not be able to settle for…

  I say sweetie;

What love is?! Is taught to me by you I know nothing else besides loving you.

  She tells me listen babe;

I get so scared of detachment that thought of keeping myself away from you, I dread and is in no way possible.

  I say sweetie;

Similar fears trouble me a lot too but its true that love and departure go hand in hand.

  She tells me listen babe;

Tell me, can you live without me?! My conversations, my memories, my eyes, Can you forget them?!

  I say sweetie;

I never have thought about such, if by any chance i think about it, I start losing my breathe..

  She tells me listen babe;

Why do you love me so much?1 I am a very ordinary and simple girl. Why do you find me so special!?

  I say sweetie;

Look at yourself with my eyes. The reason of my madness, you will find out by yourself.

  She tells me listen babe;

Why do you look at me so thoughtfully that i start feeling i am so precious?!

  I say sweetie;

My ladylove you are indeed valuable. Whenever i see you, i feel, existential, i feel I am actually living.

  She tells me listen babe;

I don't have words to explain that in my heart I have how much love for you.

  I say sweetie;

Love reflects from the eyes, your silence itself talks to me about you.

  She tells me listen babe;

Who do you fear losing the most?! Who is that?! That this season invites.

  I say sweetie;

My poem for you is the mirror of my heart. Come see through and tell me Who do you see inside?!

  She tells me listen babe;

You know "WAQQIE" you talk a lot. But the truth is they make me very happy.

  I say sweetie;

All these talks, these narratives are just excuses. For me to be with you, for me to me to spend my moments with you, After that there is a captivating rush, rush of silence, eyes will speak and the lips remain silent.