Palkon Pe Bitha Ke Rakhein Ge Susraal Waley

Palkon Pe Bitha Ke Rakhein Ge Susraal Waley
Maloom Na Tha Baba Bhi Jhoot Bolein Ge !!!!!

Tu Usse Apni Tamannao Ka Markaz Na Bana

Tu Usse Apni Tamannao Ka Markaz Na Bana
Chand To Harjai Hai Ghar Mein Utar Jata Hai !!!!!

Pyas Bujh Jaye To Lehje Bhi Badal Jatey Hein

Khushk Honton Se Hua Karti Hein Meethi Baatein Mohsin
Pyas Bujh Jaye To Lehje Bhi Badal Jatey Hein !!!!!

Kharidaar Dard Bhi De Gaya Aur Dil Bhi Le Le Gaya

Sukoon Ki Talaash Mein Hum Dil Bechney Nikley They
Kharidaar Dard Bhi De Gaya Aur Dil Bhi Le Le Gaya !!!!!

Ek Ko Chaha, Faqat Ussi Ko Chaha Aur Kuch Na Chaha

Wasat E Ishq Mein Tang Dili Ka Aalam To Dekhiye
Ek Ko Chaha, Faqat Ussi Ko Chaha Aur Kuch Na Chaha !!!!

Compose the portrait in the music

Compose the portrait in the music

How should I arrange the notes
To compose your portrait in the music
The hair strands with darker tones
The eyes cleverness with lighter ,playful sounds

Try as i may to bring the likelihood
Listening blindly , seeing you before me
While fingers telling story in the ebony and ivory
Two colors of the music drawing images in air
Vivid oases liven up the deserted before imagination

Can you see yourself in jumbling notes
Composed by aspiration, appetite for presence
The presence of beloved not only in the physical
But in spiritual sense, hearing in harmonies
Feeling the aura enveloping in foggy and enchanting dreamworld

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Jose Royo

I am the wind

I am the wind

Infusion of the melancholic digression
With sprinkle of champagne bubbly on the top
I drink this exotic cocktail once too often
Experiencing swings of moody frame of mind

Propensity to change with weather wane direction
Absorbing particles of cosmic feeling on the road
I am Levanter with a foggy , cloudy emotions
Violent Borasco when someone stepping on my toes

The hot Sirocco of Sahara with steamy desires
Elevating passion to the Sun sizzling swelter
No one can stop then titillating inclinations to reach out
Getting satisfaction final goal

I am Haboob , bringing the dust and sand if not more
To each deed, each step along hazardous path
The unsettling sense of unpredicted outcome
I am "habb", the wind blowing in the constant need to move

Levanter A strong easterly wind of the Mediterranean, especially in the Strait of Gibraltar, attended by cloudy, foggy, and sometimes rainy weather especially in winter. Borasco A thunderstorm or violent squall, especially in the Mediterranean.Haboob A strong wind and sandstorm (or duststorm) in the northern and central Sudan, especially around Khartum, where the average number is about 24 per year. The name come from the Arabic word, "habb", meaning wind

by Margaret Gudkov
art by Javier Trelis Sempere