The times when we can bring an awareness as poets.. the times when we can use the pen as a sword..

If only it was in our hands to control the weather, we’d make sure it is always sunny and warm..

Perhaps, we’re the flowers blooming in the garden of Eden..

This poem is the reflection of life.. the highs and the rock bottoms, the falling and rising of a soul like a phoenix..

My rendition of Faiz Ahmad Faiz’s “Mujhse pehli si muhabbat…”

I hope y’all like it.. 🥰🥰

Words and verses that birth in your mind and flee the very next moment, before they are noted down in the pages to stay.