Aug 26, 2009 at 9:09 PM

Missing Lahore...Its streets, the noise, the tracks, the fights, the love(s), the faces, the crashes, the traffic, the abbreviations we alloted, the markets, the bazaar, the buses on which i traveled, the routes, the music, the pains, the gains, the aroma, the food, the nights, the steps, the movies, the dramas, the chaat, the roasts, the smiles, the tears, the light, the dark, the teachers, the clerks. the windows, the doors, the numbers, the calls, the texts, the pranks, the late night words, the early morning smiles, the showers, the tide, the canal,the lightening, the niazi adda, the fort, the mall, the jinnah park, the station, the R.A.Bazar, the ek number bus, the basant, the wagons, the kites, the cds I bought, the people for whom I fought, the books that taught, the perfumes in my cupboard, that grass, that wind, the dupatta that flew with it, the eyes, the hands I held, the ankles, the veil, the mascara, the 'fitna' that had it all, the air, the clouds,
phir aandhi. . . .toofaan. . .
Kuch bhe nahin raha waisa. . .
Na Lahore raha. . .Na woh jadu. . Na main raha ... Na main 'MAIN' raha
Na woh Ishq mein rahe garmiyaan ....
Par Ishq mujhe aaj bhe hai. . .
I still love Lahore.
Yeh likhtay huay meri aankhon mein aanso hain....I will end this writing with the very famous line of Nasir Kazmi

دھوپ ادھر ڈھلتی تھی،دل ڈوبا جاتا تھا ادھر
آج تک یاد ہے وہ شام جدائی مجھ کو

شہر لاھور تیری رونقیں دائم آباد
تیری گلیوں کی ہوا کھینچ کے لائی مجھ کو