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Something else

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

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Waitings

No, You wouldn't know
How much do I wait for your coming
Since the day I 
stopped waiting for You.

Faiz Ahmed Faiz.


نہ پوچھ  جب سے تیرا انتظار کتنا ہے 
کہ جن دنوں سے مجھے تیرا انتظار نہیں 

فیض احمد فیض 

Monday, January 27, 2014

List

We were being taught the remedies of various aches in medical school.

Wish heartache was included in that list.

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Endless stories




The only difference is, some of them are endless.

False belief

Belief is what makes the difference.

From unknown to known, we travel a distance. From dreams to reality we cross a mile.

Where curiosity appears care,

Where Strangers appear lovers,

Where illusions appear realities,

Belief is what plays the game,

Belief is what makes the difference.






Friday, January 24, 2014

Running

Its all about running now,be it towards life or away from it. But its not this running element that drives us. Its those stagnant moments that at some point in time made us truely alive and elated. Made us go through soul revival.

The energy we drive from those few moments thrives us. Let us be what we are.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Difference

We tend to lose things
be it people or words
with a slight difference though,
words do come back, somehow.

Of dreams and reality

For a moment I want to go back
go back in time to see
it was all real
and not a dream!

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

A poem (translation)

A poem entangled in my chest,
lines fastened on my lips,
words like butterflies
         won’t sit still on paper.
         I sit for so long
        with your name on this blank paper.
Your name
just your name exists;
could there be
a better poem?



Gulzar

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Harsh reality

Death could be considered the harshest-known reality.

But it isn't death that grieve us. It is the permanent loss of a person.

It is the loss of having someone around, the loss of feelings, sense of sharing, the sound and smiles, the fights and tears, the comfort of nearness, the fragrance and touch that make us weep.

The knowing that you can not have,what you used to have.

If among halal, divorce is the most dis-likable act by God, its not strange.

The moment when a close relation of two people ends in being two strangers, could be the most cruel.

So it isn't death of a person or a relation that makes you weep. It is the sense of loss that does.

Friday, January 17, 2014

Real life story

The real life stories tend to have more power when compared to fiction.

Life sends you through a processor of mixing and grinding and when you exit, you emerge out as a learned person.

A new story each day.

Though some are closer to your heart, some that you don't ever want to forget.

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Words

There are a few words that may dread you. 

There are a few things you would never want to hear again.

Friday, January 10, 2014

Twist


Expression

I always thought words were the most effective expression.

I recently discovered, it isn't words. It is the silence that has the most powerful impact.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Rescue.

It feels like a moment when you are flying high in the sky and suddenly your wings come to a a sudden halt, denying you all the rights to fly and then you are in dire need of a rescuer.

Rescue me, for I  am stuck in the middle of nowhere.


Monday, January 6, 2014

Sultan Bahu

Dil dariaa samundron doonghe,
kaun dilaan dee jane hoo
wiche berre, wiche jherre,
wiche vanjh muhaane hoo
Chaudaan tabq dile de andar,
tamboo vaangan taane hoo
Joee dil daa maihram hove,
soee Rabb pachhaane hoo

The heart is deeper than the ocean—
who can fathom its mysteries?
Storms come and go on its surface,
while fleets sail through it,
their crews wielding their oars.
inside the heart are the fourteen realms,
stretched like canvas tents,
Only the one who knows
these deeper secrets of the heart
can know the Creator, O Bahu

Translation by J.R.Puri/K.S.Khak)

Sunday, January 5, 2014

Denial

The state of denial has multiple perspectives.

One of them could be unbelievably beautiful.

It may makes believe falsehood into reality. It may lets you live through your dreams.

When in extreme freezing nights, your cold peripheries turn into warm pink hues, when through the distance of miles you can feel the warmth of a skin, when an insensitive heart can find an unintentional tug of strings, when things happen accidentally and lead to an unknown path.

Denial can be a beautiful state.

Friday, January 3, 2014

Precious words


Precious Words

Even as you avoid me, allow me these words.

If on some path in this small world of ours
Chance or error brings us face to face
Would it not be lovely if, like others do
We too could pause, with all formality, speak a few words.

And what if this occasion of decorous goodwill 
Brings a moment of that lost vulnerability
And a word scratches the memory of a wound
An awkward sentence reawakens a forgotten sorrow.

Come! Abandon the darkness of our silence
Let a smouldering exchange light up our lives!

Let us garland our precious words as flowers are
And let them bloom in our desolate hearts
As we admit that pain is precious as well.
As we accept grief for a blessing as well.

Words are measure, acceptance and expression
Friends in sorrow, enablers of intercession
A treasure too when we have little for the self
The beloved, the lover, when there is nobody else.

Even as you avoid me, allow me these words.

- Zehra Nigah
"Mataa-e-Alfaaz" - from the collection "Shaam ka Pehla Tara