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No its not writer's block Its something else Just wondering why am I not writing much these days!

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Downloading you

Years ago
Meeting you was like
Using a slow speed internet
Saving each moment
Every fragrant evening
All starry smiles and 
Unshed tears 
Each treacherous heartbeat and
Trembling fingers 
All profound talks and
Each silent whisper
Slowly and gradually
One by one
Step by step
Downloading it all on
hard drive of memory cells
Only to recall 
When it hit hard again!




Tuesday, August 15, 2017

A lonely leaf

I used to seek refuge
In the embrace of your memory
Whenever there were hard times
Whenever a reality hit me hard
All I had to do was
To close my eyes
To shut down the pain
And remember your eyes
Speaking and comforting me
And now when the thoughts of you
Have gone past me
When I don't even remember
The depth of your eyes and
The warmth of your embrace
I tremble like a lonely feeble leaf
Troubled in the whirlwind
Falling on unseen land.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

ادھوری نظم

شب کے بولتے  سناٹے میں  
ہولے ہولےچلنے والی ہوا  
ڈھونڈتی پھرتی ہے 
ہجر کی گہری دھول میں لپٹی 
ایک ادھوری نظم 

جانے کتنے ساون بیتے
 قطرہ قطرہ   بہنے والی 
بوندوں کی جھنکاروں میں 
ایک اک مصرع  جوڑ کے ہم نے 
ایک نظم پروئی تھی 

دکھ سکھ کے قصّے تھے جس میں 
ہنسنے کی ملھار بھی تھی 
آنسو کے گھلتے ذائقے میں 
ہجر کی چبھتی پھانس بھی تھی 

اب کے ساون پھر ہے لوٹا 
تیرے میرے خواب لیے 
شب کے بولتے سناٹے میں 
ہولے ہولے چلنے والی ہوا 
لفظ ڈھونڈتی پھرتی  ہے 
میرا مصرع وہیں رکھا ہے 
تم اپنا مصرع بھجوا دو 

یاد تو دھول میں لپٹی رہے گی 
نظم مکمّل ہو جانے دو 


نازش امین 

شب کے بولتے سناٹے میں
ہولے ہولے ہوا چلی ہے
ڈھونڈتی کھوجتی بٹک رہی ہے
ہجر کی گہری دھول میں لپٹی
 ایک ادھوری نظم
جانے کتنے ساون بیتے
 قطرہ قطرہ بہنے والی
بوندوں کی جھنکاروں میں کوئی
ایک اک مصرع جوڑ کے ہم نے
نظم میں لفظ پرو ڈالے تھے
جس میں تھے دکھ سکھ کے قصّے
جس میں تھی ملہار خوشی کی
گھلتے آنسو کی آمیزش
ہجر کی چبھتی پھانس
اب کے ساون پھر لوٹا ہے
تیرے میرے خواب لیے شب
سناٹے میں ہولے ہولے
ہوا سرک کو کھوج رہی ہے
میرا مصرع وہیں پڑا ہے
بھجوا دو تم اپنا مصرع
یاد تو دھول میں لپٹ چکی ہے
نظم مکمّل ہو جانے دو

Friday, August 11, 2017

She walked on

On a long road home
with undefined paths
And unseen trails
She walked on

With stars in eyes
And hopes in skies
With dreams and smiles
And unmeasured miles
She walked on

Hopes and desire
Ardour and fire
One after another 
Left her deserted,yet
She walked on

Passion and pain
Devotion and strain
All left her then
Hopeless and slain, yet
she walked on

With eyes burning
And tender longing
One thing remained
Her sleepless yearning 
And with kindled desires
She walked on.
















Monday, August 7, 2017

The night

Days move on, nights stand still
Like the tiring engine of a moving train
It needs to come to a halt to breath in


And as she breathes heavily, 
they begin to pour in
One by one, and then all of them
Faces and gestures, words and whispers,
Tears and laughter, quarrel and warmth.

partings and meetings, hugs and kisses
Some depart in silence with longing in eyes
Hands unheld  as the automatic door closes
Leaving behind that girl, soaked in showers

Night brings them on, one after another as
The longing remains, and yearning prevails 
And the days move on, at a fast pace
Like the running engine of a moving train





Was it?

Was it a dream or
Was it you whispered in my ears
Was it a mirage or
Was it you sitting next to me
Was it a fragrant breeze or
Was it you passed me by
Was it your eyes or
Was it me imagining you watching me
Was is really you or
Was it my delusion of us together
Was it a time frame or
Was it all beyond the boundaries of space and time?




Saturday, August 5, 2017

Changing forms

As we grow old our vision grows alongside our responsibility.

Specially as a human who needs to care for the surroundings.
The surroundings not only include immediate family and friends but also those to whom we are connected through our daily connections.

Time comes when the phases of growing up switched over. We from a learner become learned and then process that learning process forward.

Although learning never stops but the process takes its various forms.

And when you grow into a learned person, the balance of happiness versus sadness alters.

More harsh realities transform you into a silent and sad individual and simultaneously smiles and laughter become less frequent.

This is how our developing awareness beat us down.