After reading some Urdu poetry and prose here and there on this blog, a lot of the readers asked me to write more in Urdu. A lot of my friends have asked me to do the same.
I must admit that this language has been a very important part of my life, my personality—myself.

So I collect beautiful words of my language and compile them in An Elegant Emotion. I capture emotions… I liberate feelings for the sake of my language… for the sake of love.

Do blogroll it and visit. Thank you.

http://anelegantemotion.blogspot.com/

December has returned.

After a long fruitless but patient wait, December has returned.
Just as the sun shines after a storm, December brightens my day.
Just like cold winter nights, December makes me shake and shiver.

In the trembling, shivering loneliness, why does December tease me?
On a cold, sad evening, why does December make me cry?
December returned… again.

To make me weave more dreams.... to build castles in the air, December has returned.
But, where are you, my love?
Just like last year, has December come alone?
Without you, barren is December.
Between you and me is December.
I cry and surprised is December…
For me… how worried is December!
Today, my pride is December.

Listen, December...
Please do me a favor.
When you come next year
Come with him.
Bring him along with you.
Please, December.