please suggest me some good title reagarding this poetry

it was to be seven birth relationship
all of a sudden it was over
 no sooner they were near
they were no just the couple
 they were yes and no
 what a beautifull moments
 they narated to me
now they lies in front
with silent lips and a frozen body
 one was a beautifull lady
 of one such religion
other was a handsome boy
 of one another religion
both met and made love
 even shared a bed and feels
now they will share
 the common place on ground
 they will be together from now
 people brought them death
taking their dagger of honour
in whistle of sound
they just put thier daggers and murder both of them
 how cruel the world was
ending their foolish cause
the court called it honour killing
 and they world was free to move
 my eyes were wet for a cause
 but i have no guts to say
 you ended thier life here
 what will happen when
you will see them together
after your death
 may be you dont get heaven
for you have done a dreadfull deed
but m sure u will relise your deed
 dont kill the people
just because they married
 to one not according to your choice
they married the one
who do not have blood of your ancestor
go in very past remember adam and eve
 no doubt they are our ancestor so no caste and creed no religion and sects
 just allow them to love
like you love your lovable
so that no life are gone due to jealousy and honour killing




 a work of fahad khan/prince khan Yours Sincerely, Fahad Khan Sent from my iPhone

meri maaa

kuch khas ho tumn
meri zindagi ki roshni ho tumn
meri her ha ka sawal ho tumn.
zindagi ki dodh mein hai anek roop tmhray
lekin sab ko mila k meri maa ho tumn

jab na tha hosh mujhay
tab sinay say lagaya mujhay
jab main tha zindagi k sach sey soya,
tunei apbi nind ko kho k
mujhay tayar ki gyan k liey
hain anek karm tmhray humn per
hain samunder sey bhara dhanyawad tmhray liey

jab bhi mai chup chap roya
tu nei mujhay achal dia
is mamta ki roshni mein
tunei na janay kitni merey aansuo ko pocha

zindagi k is lambay suffer mein
tu nei na kuch kia apnay liey
kabhi meri bhuk k liey apna pet bhuka rakha
kabhi merey nadani k liey khud ko galat suna
meri maa hain meri aankhain num terey liey
hain mera dil kamzor tujjko smjh nei k liey
hain shukria aor zindagi chotay
jo tu nei kia merey liey.

a work of fahad khan /prince khan. for his mothe

trust

zindagi

zindagi dikhnei mai hasin lamha thi.
dekhnei mai alishan zindagi thi.
is carvan humn chaltay rahay.
or log kadam kadam per humain dekbtay rahay.
her shaks jisnei meri zindagi dekhi thi.
badhay josh k saath kahtay mainey suna tha.
kia hasin is ladh k ki zindagi aish aor aram main
humn nei nazray jhukai aor chaldye zindagi k suffer per.

us shaks aor tamam logo nei mera aish toh dekha
per kisi nei apni ankho sey meri tanhai dekhi
jab thay sab saath mujhay dekh rahay
tab tha mai akela is raah per chal raha.
aish aor aram zindagi nahi
hai zindagi merey dosto
sab k saath hai yeh zindagi merey dosto.

sab kahtay hai badhi shaan sey tumn bahot achay insaan
hui mai ager main eik bahot acha insaan
toh q nai rehta mera dost
sab miltay hai humsay
bhot mohbt aor aikhlaq sey
toh q koi nai smjhta apnay dil sey
kia mai bus eik kagaz ka tukdha hui
jab kaam hua toh likh dia gaya
aor phr usko phek dia gaya
ya mai eik akela insaan hui
jo aya bhi tha akela
zindagi bhar rahega akela
maut k baad chala jayega akela
is akely zindagi aish kis kaam ki
jab koi na ho apki khushi.
is akely zindagi main
barsaat kis kaam ki
jab koi na ho us barsaat main.
toh merey dosto smjh lo
mujhay tumn q u
aor mat kehna kabhi
kia hasin hai zindagi is insaan ki. 

thinking for the topic

thinking for a topic.  

thinkimg and thinking continously thinking
i cant find a topic for my poetry to write 
i thought earlier but still m thinking
but can get a topic to write

i look up and down all around
i see objects of different color around
i see a beautiful glass
that can be use to drink hot water- cold water
so why i dont write the poetry on that glass
my imagination will turnthe glass
nd it will become a magical glass
that can do magics. 
no ! no. thats not my style
so my topic will not be glass. 

i imagine girl who loves me a lot
she never deers to come near
but i know she loves me a lot
so why do i not write on love and romance
so many words and so many thoughts
i have given to this love and romance
now something different that have not been thier in anyone thoughts. 
so still m thinking the topic
for my poetry. 
so that i can write on. 

then my mind flies and goes
to the beautiful places
what i think let it be places
for i will surely write poem on them 
but little later not for now. 
so m thinking a topic
for my poetry now
still thinking the topic. 

why do i not write to the people passing by
again i think for the next topic
for the people in life will say
u can write on the people passing by 
but u cant write poetry on us. 
so m thinking for the topic
for wich i can write a poetry
but my mind is blank no topic. 

i am shivering in cold
deciding the topic to write on
hey wait why dont i take topic as cold
seasons are good and season are many
i write on all seasons but not now. 
 
so many topics i selected 
and move them away
i dont what to topic to write on
as no topic have been selected. 
so m still thinking for the topic
so that i can write my poetry on. 


a work of fahad khan/prince khan

un said love

un said love

killing looks with my eyes
i see the beauty in her eyes
the glorious picture of mine
i see in her eyes
is that a love of mine
in her lovely eye
or just my imagination
of being loved by her is mine
i never knew or will trey to know
the love wich i see in her eye
is for me or someone whom i dont know
no matter no thoughts for that guy
may be he is perfect for her to stand by.

i could see her dress pink and brown
turnineg left and right to she her dress like princess gown.
i dont know whether she wants me to praise her fo that dress
or she just wants her friends to say good for her dress.
but i know that her smile wich i see
makes me insane for her luv that have been unseen.
not much time have gone
still i admire her all day long
i dont want to go and propose
for i love in admiring her
like this alone.

may be one day she wil catch me on stair
we will both be lost in staring each other
locked eyes and lips
will say everything to both of us

a work of fahad khan/prince khan

my coching classes

my coaching 
howls and hootings
i hear from my ears
all around students in casual
jumping in air talking with top talkative gears
more intrested in fun and jokes
then their studies and books
what i see is good or bad
after giving a though to it
thier is no answer to it. 

i seen a bachelor boy
wearing a red tight shirt
watching a lovely dress girl
sitting in a position tilt
here comes a new love story
of corse one like many in history

here comes my teacher
in  check green shirt with black trouser
holdin  chalks And duster
Walking like a  king 
he controls a clas with a banging of duster
it looks like  a roaring voice of weapon
has turn the noisy market place into silen place

the great  change i see
to the students siting around me
organised sitting and confuse
turning the sheet  of paper
they will find what need they need
todays confusion is sheets of paper
will lead them to succesful life

such a cold weather
and they study
such a hot weather
and they study
todays hard work
will make them a shining star

i will pray from the almighty
that all my friends and colleges
get the desired things in thier life. 


a work of prince khan/fahad khan. 
 

 

a repaired heart

a repaired heart


springs to summer,
summer to winter.
from night to days,
from days to weeks.
it stills pain,
it is not still able to gain,
no medicine there to cure,
no herbs to eat to get cure,
from the time you.
have gone the heart pain.
one day and the previous day,
i decided to make it to repair.
but my heart was lot more in pain,
again and again.

though the day have been converted to years,
and the past have been converted to memories.
but still this repaired heart gives me pain
when i try to love and move and on,
i find no one better then you.
Alas! you found death to be better then me.
i remember how easily,
you use to say,
we will die together one day.
i use to get annoyed,
you use to hold my hand.
in the present you have,
you have betrayed me,
you died alone living me.
i cried and cried but you were not there to hold my hand.
was i so bad that you left me in pain..

my heart needs a repair,
if not a repAir then a replacement.
for i cant live in this world,
with this heart that loved.
you so much than no one in the heart,
i find no cure no doctor can cure,
no surgeon can repair,
for i need it needs your company
to get repair.
only the thing that makes me alive,
is the love wich you gave me in your life,
that love pushes my heart to beat,
and in this lonely world
i keep my self alive,
so what if i am alone.
i can live in this world alone,
waiting for you,
not till the death,
but the death after,
when you will meet me.
i surely ask was my love was not enough to keep you alive.
till my waiting time gets over,
i will make my heart slowly repair.
so that when i meet you,
i can make love to you.
a love wich will never allow you to die,
til then  I am repairing my heart.
no by medicine and surgeons,
but by sweet memories.

a work of fahad khan/prince khan.