During his undergrad (if you can call it that), Iqbal read at Trinity College, Cambridge. By current definition of the phrase, he was a ‘mature student’. He stayed at 17 Portugal Place.At that time, the house might have been college-owned, but I can’t confirm that. It’s a smallish house with a narrow street on one side and a wider one on the other. The wider street opens up in Jesus Green, a large ground. The house is a 5 minute walk away from the river Cam. ...
Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada, y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos”. Write, for example: “The night is shattered, and the blue stars shiver in the distance.” El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta. The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. ...
کھڑکی سے جھانکتی ہے کسے بار بار دُھند
آلووں کو پکنے دو آلووں کو چولہے کی دھیمی دھیمی آنچوں کا کچھ مزہ تو چکھنے دو آلووں کو پکنے دو تیز تپتے تیل سے پانی کو پرے رکھنا پاس نہ ذرا کرنا ورنہ چلملاتی سی گرم سی کئ چھینٹیں تم پر اُڑ کر آئیں گی خوب پھر جلائیں گی اِس لیے میں ٹوکے ہوں اِس جلن سے روکے ہوں مجھ کو روک سکنے دو آلووں کو پکنے دو ...
sleep please the half empty cherry coke can will still be there when you wake up صبح کام نہیں کرنا کیا؟
Once there was a spider, who lived in my guitar he listened to the blues, la musique de popular but every time I rocked, he looked a bit crocked and muttered, “at least play something in 12 bar”
Reflecting on reflections wrong Amidst acute allusions, strong he tries to be, to fit, belong But cravings cold, like senseless space just make him face his weary face They see him think,they see him place his head down in the sand, and say “It is not here, its far away- today is just another day.” 02:11-6.4.2009.
They flow on with the morning rush don’t hear, don’t see, don’t feel this human flood of vain concerns uncouth, unclean , unreal He travels on the metal road and weaves on dreams unique of ticklish clouds and purple pines of papers that can speak She comes and sits in front of him and opens up her book but words are smudges on a sheet fordone, forborne, forsook I watch them smile, I watch them talk I watch them laugh and glow I watch the sparks and flame and fire I know where this will go ...