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

Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Strange moments

Strangest things happen at strangest moments.

Just as I am smelling an English rose in my hair
when its no where to be found

Just as I am seeing You sitting across me
when You are no where to be seen


Strangest things happen at strangest moments.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Middle of a night

If You could wake me up from a dream
in the middle of a dark night

Why Can't You stroke me to sleep
Till arises the dawn?

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Thursday, August 22, 2013

chaand ki katori

A few lines make you go tender,all over.
even when you go through them over and again, your own tears may surprise you.
See if you feel the same. or is it me alone?

Life is a cup of moon..
this night is clever..
All the stars on one side..
have collected the life...
This life is a gourmand

relationships of flimsy silk,
in cold, shiver, shrink and fall off..
for whom we weave the sweater of love..
all the stars on one side,

have collected the life..
it's a cup of moon..

these dreams,
get thawed in the rain everyday,
victims of poverty,
we make an umbrella of hands (above dreams)..
all the stars on one side, 

have collected the life..
it's a cup of moon.

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

Music be the food of Love ..... Just one dance

The music system in her bedroom was in full swing.

There was a loud dance music emerging out of the speakers enough to vibrate the atmosphere.

Clad in her deep pink track suit, her long hair pleated into a french braid, she was busy doing aerobics.

This summer when she could not go out swimming due to possibility of naegleria fowleri  infection, she was restricted to home, so the decision was altered. instead of swimming, she opted for aerobics.

Though her addicted body misses the feel of water on her nerve endings.

And then she could not figure out how and where, as the track changes and Shakira emerges through her song Loca, the momentum changed.

Her flawless aerobic exercise steps  gradually converted into dancing moves.

After a long time, Mawra was dancing.

It was as if she was tranced into the rhythm of music, as if an unseen power was making her move through the beat, as if it was a long forgotten indulgences he was tasting after years.

It felt as if meeting someone, you once loved madly , unexpectedly after ages.

She did not know how long it took but it was refreshing for her, she was all smiles and sweat and blush as she came to an end of her dance session.

Taking out the water bottle from her bedroom fridge , she passed across her study table when she noticed a couple of missed calls on her cell phone. It was a well known land line number from Spain.

She called back instantly , while the music in the background was still as louder, and when the water bottle was still in her hand .... unopened.

He picked up but she could not hear him and then only she discovered her own absurdness and turned the sound down.

"Wow , what this loud sound all about, where are you senorita? on the dance floor?" , he asked teasingly

"How could You possibly tell?" , she went on

"I know because when I am out dancing , this is the kind of music I like."

"Do you dance?" surprised, she asked.

"very seldom yes,  do You?" he said casually

"Yes but not often, its my passion though"

"What sort of dancing? the typical club dancing or something traditional?"

"All sorts, from hip hop to classical, I took a short course of kathak a couple of years ago"

"wow.....Do you know waltz?" he smiled

"I can't be doing waltz all alone" , she replied promptly

"Obviously You need a partner. Do you know anything about Spanish traditional dances?"

"Oh the gypsy dances? I know about Flamenco, but that appears difficult"

"It should not once You start learning. Ill see if you could catch some training classes when you visit."

"Really? Can you do that? Bibi jaan will surely kill me." she laughed.

"I will save you and take all the curse on me. If that's the least I can do for your passion mi Amiga"

He was sweet as always.

And she could not wait to be in Spain.

She had one more reason to anticipate.

Tuesday, August 20, 2013


Can You beat simplicity when it comes to beauty?

I have seen some of the purely beautiful people in their natural state instead of being all made up and refined.

Monday, August 19, 2013


Just as when I  badly needed someone to hug me tightly

I received an unexpected warm hug

from my kid.

Enough to sooth my aching nerves.

Enough to send me to a sound sleep

Sunday, August 18, 2013

Friday, August 16, 2013


And then there are such nights when a dream wakes You up at an odd hour of night.
Even that wakeful-ness is sort of delusional.
You are awake yet sleepy,
Sleepy yet dreamy,
Dreamy yet awake!

I am lost tonight
Let me go back to dreaming.

Thursday, August 15, 2013

August 14th that just crossed.

May we seek independence from
falsehood, wrong doings, intolerance as a nation

Happy Independence Day Pakistan.

May You live till Eternity.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013


کچھ تو ہوا بھی سرد تھی کچھ تھا تیرا خیال بھی
دل کو خوشی کے ساتھ ساتھ ہوتا رہا ملال بھی

سب سے نظر بچا کے وہ مجھ کو تھا ایسے دیکھتا
ایک دفعہ  تو رک گئی گردش ماہ و سال بھی

پروین شاکر 


Some things are Eternal.

Some eyes, expressions, words,
Some smiles and some tears,
Some moments, some confrontations,
Some voices and some people,

You remember those even when You want to forget.

They assimilate into Eternity.

Monday, August 12, 2013


Being with someone does not necessarily mean You got to agree with them on every front.


Thursday, August 8, 2013


How smoking helps
or a glass of wine?

how music helps 
or a dance session?

how meditation helps
or a floating Sema?

I don't know

Nothing seems to help out
for a soul seeking indulgence

I am not being unthankful
but I need to run away

from desires
from dreams
from restlessness
from tenderness

Help me Lord
Grant me indulgence.

Secret storm

As silent as sea?
for in the depth it may have a storm flowing
and on the surface a secret silence.

I wish my silence dies a quiet death
I wish the storm never arises!

Tuesday, August 6, 2013


An unexpected may come without warning.

Sometimes in the darkness, stillness and quietness of a night, there arises a revelation.

The fact that made you run away from yourself would appear stark naked.

The truth that was hidden behind your denial, makes you bow your head and accept.

When the tenderness of heart would make you weep easily,
On such a Holy night,
I bow my head and accept!

(On the sacred night of 27th Ramazan 1434 A.H.)

Monday, August 5, 2013

Alive and Dead

As a student medical science taught me, a person is alive until his brain is surviving.

Brain death is what we doctors need to certify Death.

Consider me an exception here please.

For I shall be dead when my  heart dies.

Thursday, August 1, 2013

Inside the shell

Inside a shell of indifference, we tend to hide a part of us, that very precious part with feelings and emotions, smiles and laughter, sadness and tears.

What we show to the world is may be the tip of the iceberg, something superficial, something not-so-deep.

But then again, there are certain moments and a few rare group of people who know you through the core, in depth, way down the surface.

With them you feel such carefree-ness, you tend to open up and expel yourself out.

All fears
All tears
All madness
All sadness.

And then You feel You are truly blessed.