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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!

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Same person

If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.


Thursday, May 29, 2014


سماعتوں میں اب جنگلوں کی سانسیں ہیں
میں اب کبھی تری آواز سُن نہ پاؤں گی

پروین شاکر

Tuesday, May 27, 2014


Easily broken are the promises of
Forgetfulness and moving ahead
Fake could have been the spoken words
Or burnt may have been the candles
Why still do the ashes remain?

Saturday, May 24, 2014


The toughest battle one may have to fight is against one's own intangible desires!

Friday, May 23, 2014


The sadness residing in the heart and the baby growing in the womb of a mother, both have indiscernible burdens.

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Wednesday, May 21, 2014

Enveloping words

Words don't come easily
soft, kind, gentle, tender and special words
don't come easily
And when they do,
they envelope and seduce
raising the craving
for more.

Monday, May 19, 2014

unfair and unjust

Let him die. The father said. Wrenching away the mothers heart.
This four year old son acquired the deadly hepatitis C virus from mother during his fetal life.
But then how could a father say such a thing about his own progeny?
Seeing and pondering the situation the family is going through makes me realize when a father can not earn bread and butter for his family there aren't much options he is left with.
On the other hand there are parents in the same country who could spend thousand of bucks for one day outing of their children. Eating lavish food at the expensive restaurant can cost as much amount as could be enough to provide one family with their monthly grocery needs.
No we all can't be Edhi sahb but at least each one of us can make an attempt to sponsor one such kid, one such mother, one such family
My heart is saddened today to know the misery of this family . I wish this world was more of a just and fair place. 

Saturday, May 17, 2014


How could you be
Strange like strangers
Known like a poem
Distant like a sweet dream
Near like a fresh breathe
Gone like a lost jewel
Exists like an old song
How could you be?

O Allah

Can there be a better morning than the one which starts with your name?
Thank You O Allah for another day.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Thursday, May 15, 2014

Rainy Night

Into the silence of a well lit full moon night, where the sky was clouded with a flicker of lightening now and then . She could not read today's forecast yet there was preparation for a downpour as the soil was fragrant even before the raindrops touched it.

On the small flight of stairs leading to lawn, she sat quietly and looked up to the moon. Recently she began disliking the transformation of a crescent into the full circle. If everything meant to be incomplete then why not the moon? She was jealous or just pretending? Since ages moon  had been her best friend, but not anymore. She was in fact mourning her own deficient soul.

The first raindrop touched her face and she instantly closed her eyes. Suddenly her secluded self was surrounded, by the noise and presence of the downpour. She was being soaked. The rain drops trickled down from the roots of her hair to the tips, down her nightgown to the toes. She did not move for a long time. There was an ambiance naturally provided for her alone. She did not want to break the trans.

Slowly, very slowly, bare feet she moved into the lawn. Near the mango tree there it was , her favorite motia plant, spreading fragrance all around. She plucked a few buds and flowers. After ages she was doing this, how she desired to do this. She placed a few flowers in her hair just behind the right ear. She knew she was risking something tonight. Re-living memories? Ouch.... something hurt, no it wasn't a thorn. She closed her eyes and let the rain flow through her entire being.

Tuesday, May 13, 2014


Somethings won't go
or only to return

like words unspoken
like letters unwritten
like touch yet to be felt
like eyes yet to be kissed
like a sketch still to be drawn
like a novel waiting to be finished

like shadows they follow you
and no they won't go
or only to return

Sunday, May 11, 2014


If wishes were clay I would have molded it into a figure
If wishes were birds I would have set them free
If wishes were rain I would have drenched in its showers
If only wishes were, what they should have been
But now as I look back
Wishes were you, leaving behind emptiness. 

Saturday, May 3, 2014

A bottle with a message

Once upon a time someone wrote a message and preserved it in a glass bottle.
Though it never reached me, it left me wondering, why at all it had such a huge impact on me if it wasn't meant for me?

Thursday, May 1, 2014


Only a few people could make you sleepless
Either their presence or their memory!