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

Thursday, September 26, 2013


I wish to seek a hideout in a cave.
A deep dark cave, where no one could reach me.
Where I can cry my heart out, where I don't have to hide my tears.
Where there is just me and my Creator, where I can have a connection with Him, the way my Prophet did.

Where I do not have to hear the news I am hearing each day.
Where my children are not kidnapped for lust and ransom and then killed and thrown down on solitary beaches in school uniforms.
Where there is no heartless human known.
Where I don't have to sign a high grade tumor report to innocent people who do not know how their life is growing into a misery.
Where there is no pain behind smiles.
Where there is no tear behind the masked face.
Where , if I die, I'm not guilty of not being able to help out my fellow beings.

Monday, September 23, 2013


Go and you can not leave.
Come and you can not reach.


At times the color ON you tends to envelope every single thing Around You.
I don't know why am I wearing Blue,
Every single thing Around me this morning,
Appears Blue.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

The Moon and I

In last night's elusive fog,
immersed in serenity,
the Moon was rather quiet.
Embracing me in a soft hue,
It did not utter but silence.
A thousand words were spoken then,
between the ancient lovers.

Saturday, September 21, 2013

Tarar on Elif Shafak

Mustansar Hussain Tarar's review of Elif Shafak's
"The Forty rules of Love"

۔الف شفق کے ’’ محبت کے چالیس اصول‘‘ میں عین ممکن ہے کہ مولانا روم کی حیات کو جوں کا توں نہ بیان کیاگیا ہو‘ کہانی پن کے لئے کچھ آمیزش کی گئی ہو لیکن یہ ایک گہرا تاثر آپ کی روح کی گہرائیوںمیں یوں اتارتا ہے کہ وہ آپ کی زندگی کا ایک حصہ بن جاتا ہے‘ البتہ اسکے پڑھنے کا ایک نقصان ہوتا ہے…آپ سمجھتے ہیں کہ آپ محبت کے تجربے سے گزرے ہیں‘ اسے پڑھ کر احساس ہوتا ہے کہ نہیں گزرے !


"Elif Shafak in her novel "The Forty rules of love" may have added some fiction to Rumi's life to weave the story, yet it leaves a deeper impact to your soul to amalgamate into your life. Still one remains at a loss after reading the book.... when You think you know what Love is, after the read up you may feel, You still fail to understand what love is!"

Friday, September 20, 2013


How it happens so often 
that a small insignificant event
makes a huge difference and
tugs at an already tender heart?

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Anna Karenina

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.” 
― Leo TolstoyAnna Karenina

“I think... if it is true that 
there are as many minds as there 
are heads, then there are as many 
kinds of love as there are hearts.” 
― Leo TolstoyAnna Karenina

Saturday, September 14, 2013


So it is concluded that none of the feelings we go through is unique.

Someone somewhere, in their own states of being, have gone through those feelings too.

May be since the beginning of times, the feelings are same.

May be the tremors of restlessness I am going through , were felt by the very first human being ever created.

And yet, still in my madness, this feeling is so unique to myself.

What an Irony!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Tender-ness ...... Just one Dance.

You can run away from all other things but the tenderness inside your heart, pondered Mawra.

The geranium flowers lost fragrance.The summer breeze suffocate her
The crescent moon made her weep.

For days she could not continue her dance sessions and at times she skipped her prayers. She could not fathom the piercing pain that was throbbing in her veins so deeply.

Even though she was not sure in the beginning, with the passage of time she grew accustomed to the fact that she was the victim of a single sided crush. A crush that felt like love. Or may be she did not know what love truly meant. It was a mere fascination probably, just that she was hit harder.

The day she heard Helen's voice in his bedroom, she was hit harder.

She did not know how to respond, what to believe and what not. She was pushed out of her dreamworld and that was like a downfall. The dead end.

She threw away her cell phone, stop texting and calling him. She knew she was trying to run a mile, but then what other option she had.

Going out with friends, spending her day at club, doing endless shopping for the upcoming cousins wedding , she did not have time to even spend with herself.

All day she laughed and teased. But it was the loneliness in her bedroom in the dark hours that scared her, made her helpless.

It was the sad radio music bringing out the tenderness hidden beneath the fog of false laughter.

And it was when she used to be online, it was his name she was googling around, seeing his images that he would never come to know, she could access from across the continents.

That's when, after a long month of fighting with herself, she gave in.

She surrendered to the power of love. She bowed her head and admitted, it was not a crush or fascination, it was much superior to them both. Love as they may call it, was unfathomable, unexplained, unhindered suffering. Something deeper, much more deeper.

She tried to run away ..... from him.... but failed.

For You can run away from all other things but the tenderness inside your heart.

Monday, September 9, 2013

A cup of tea

At times,
having a cup of tea alone in the darkness of late hours,
can make you feel lonelier.

Friday, September 6, 2013


It isn't easy to be a romanticist

To walk on pebbles to get to the sea 
Scratched by thorns to reach the flower
To bear a burn in lightening a perfumed candle

You have to suffer in quest of your desires and dreams.

It really isn't easy to be a romanticist

Thursday, September 5, 2013


They say every feeling leads somewhere,

Every apprehension has a notion,

Every tale has an ending,

Every desire needs a destiny.

My feelings, apprehension and desires, have a notion that may lead to an ending.

I do not know where.

I hope then, I may find peace.

Tuesday, September 3, 2013


I wonder if I could express through paintings and not merely through words, how would I illustrate this lovely morning?

Sunday, September 1, 2013


And then suddenly
You become a feature of past,
Everything related to you go still,
When death arises as the most harsh reality of your life.