Cold Weather and Islamabad

warm feelings and cold feet
i want to enjoy the winter breeze

roaming alone while the weather moans
some place to hide the past thrones

memories brought by the wind that blows
i feel the freeze on my toes

the heart that ponders to get some warmth
i need to find a colder path

the ticks and tocks on the clock
the sleeping mind come out of block

time to reveal the best in me
wish i am a bird and can flee

in the windy park, the only tree
waiting for me, to have a plee

how can i forget the moments frozen
its still too cold to get them broken...

here is the future with romantic thoughts
lets start again till the winter rocks



~- Aakif Hassan -- in the memory of super cold winters i spent in ISLAMABAD Loving them again

Woh Raton ki Yadain....(English Translation- Those Stories of those Nights)

Woh Raton ki yadain bhi ab hen purani
Phir say millo to banay Ik kahani

Woh batain tumhari , woh zid ki qatarain
Woh Yoon raah chaltay shaklain banani

Sunana woh naghme chup chup k tum ko
Phir tareef sun'na tumhari zubani

Woh sardi men kambal men moon ko chupana
Woh auron ko tabyat jhooti batani

Woh khamoshi say apnay sarhanay
Kanon men meray hansi gudgudani

Thitartay labon say Yoon Lori sunani
Sotay huey bhi zuban kapkapani

Woh lambi si Raton men mujh ko jagana
Khuabon men apnay khushi timtimani

Yeh sari hen batain lekin purani
Phir say Milo to banay Ik kahani

 

English Translation.....

its has gone old, that night and the memory
meet me again, let make new story..

those words of yours, those lines of wishes
that making faces behind the bushes

hiding from people and singing songs for you
then listening for hours, the praising from you

that covering of face by the blanket in winters
that telling bad health while lieing to others

quietly besides your pillow every night
murmuring of your laughs in my ear bite

telling me sleeping rhymes with trembling lips
shivering all night with the sleeping bits

that keeping me awake in long long nights
that happines on your face turn it brights

but all these stories are ages ago..
meet me again to have another woe...

December aur us key sard hath....

 

December ki thandi Raton men akser
Us key sard hath bara yaad Aatay hen

Lakh bhulaun un lamhon ko barson
Her saal issi mosam men loat Aatay hen

Yakh hawa key woh taiz thapairay
Meray galon pay ab bhi saaz bajatay hen

Woh bhi kerta hoga yaad her barish key sath mujhey
Ya Badal us key ghar say garaj key guzar jatay hen

Sath dekhay humain dunya ko Ik arsa hua
Mohallay wallay humaray qisay ab bhi sunatay hen

Dastaan Yoon to Bari ghamgeen hey judai ki apni
Zamanay walay kahani Bari pur lutf batatey hen

Ku aa jata hay bar bar yeh December!!!
Woh beetay lamhay humain her saal rulatay hen

Ja aey sard maheenay, ab tujh say khaffa hen hum
Siskiyan bhar bhar key Raat bhar khud ko sulatay hen

Chalo tham lo ab bewafa tum garm hath meray
Jhoota hi sahi , Kuch dair tum ko behlatay hen

Kahani mukhtasir her mosam ki buss itni hi hay
Juda ho key bhi hum Kuch dair ko pass Aatay hen

December ki thandi raton men akser
Us key sard hath bara yaad Aatay hen.. bara yaad Aatay hen