Zain Khan
Published writing
The Shape Of Pain.
They once moved like the quiet shadow of my soul, soft and inseparable. now they drift as distant strangers, companions turned to living shapes of sorrow. Once laughter rippled from our lips, dreams glimmered in the hush of our eyes; those moments that blossomed into love now survive only as wandering tales. Time, with its careless hands, has scattered every color I held; days that opened like sp…
CHIRAGH
Karne ko kamra roshan pighal raha hoon main, Andhera mitaane waaste jal raha hoon main. Koi to poochh le, mujh se mera haal, Yaadon ki saleeb liye gal raha hoon main.
MARG E ISHQ
Kafan posh para ishq magar kya keeje, Khaanda dene ko ab koi yaar hi nahin. Main hi bana kandha, main hi saf-e-maatam, Ke marg-e-ishq pe koi sogwar hi nahin.