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.

love flu

flirty permission

a teen and in eighteen
 to a babe in sixteen
is having a freindship
since december seventeen
gossiping all day long
some time in cheers 
some time in tears.
both gossip all day long. 

both are young both are new
in this world full of love flu.
one say i m just a freind to you
but in the night cant sleep 
without thinking about you. 
the other in eighteen say
i sleep whole day long
but in my dream 
i just see you.
they fail to understand 
this love flu. 

caring with a medicine of care
both fails to understand this love flu
when the one is late from school,
or the other has met with an accident wich was not so cool
the series of care started 
diving through in this love pool
one say where were you
while the other say 
get well soon. 
then a quarell and it all end
they fail to understand 
the love between them

a series of saying sorry
starts with messages in que
both are freinds in this world again
but they fail to understand
this feeling of love again

when one in twenties
the other in eighteenss
felt jealous when they talk
or touch the opposite sex in hand
the understandings and the feeling of love boom
they got the answer of this friendship
from jealousy tool. 

they proposed each other
the love flu spread in them 
affecting the feelings
and the bodies. 
years of living together
with a love flu doing its favour
both marreid to each other
that was all not the end of 
this love flu
for its pass from generation
to generation 
with no cure known

so boys and girls
know one thing from me. 
enjoy your life in every style
but be with one
during all time
no tympass and no playing
just love with one 
and care for each
for the act done today
will be the part of your pass forever

a work of fahad khan/prince khan.