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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!

Sunday, December 28, 2014

cold nights

Sometimes I can not decide what is better
Staying up in crazy nights with you or
Sleeping madly in these cold nights

Saturday, December 27, 2014

Vicious circle

In the end its your restlessness derives you to creation.
But at times its too perturbed to lead you to pain.
And pain when not fully expressed ,intensifies. Leading to more crativity.
Thus the visious circle.

Refugee

We all seek refuge
in whatever we do
in one place or other
in one man or another
in the charismatic beauties
in the enchanting gossips
in search for the unknown
but tranquility lies somewhere
in the heart that in 'known'

Erasing

An eraser to rub it all off
a shed group of memory cells
never to replenish
a dust covered old book
never to reopen
a stone heart non-reactive
never to feel again
That is this morning's only wish
For I want to be forgotten

Friday, December 26, 2014

persist

Not that I didn't meet any handsome men after you. I simply refused to look up to them. Something went wrong when I saw you first. Something built up. Something broke down. Your image persists and my eyes remain confined.

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas '14

PC Lahore Dec 2013

Christmas is all about remembering
It was only last year
Already seems a lost memory

Wednesday, December 24, 2014

Suffocation

There is so much suffering in people around me
I feel suffocation
looking for a breath of fresh air

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Winter rain

The first winter rain
Is being sent for me
This chilled morning
As it kissed my hair
Moving on to forehead
Giving me assurance
I was not alone

True winter promise

Each winter night
Descends through the fog
The delicate dew drops
To sleep on the shoulders
Of petals and leaves
Only to disappear
Well before sunrise
Leaving behind moisture
With the unbroken promise
Of seeing the next night

Untitled

“I don’t miss anyone. If I did I would do something about it. Besides, some people come back...in dreams. That’s when they’re honest.” 


Monday, December 22, 2014

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Grievous December

Recite me an Ayah that the Lord delivered for us
Read me a poem that I wrote for thee
Draw me a sketch that show our shadows together
Sing me a song that would bind us forever
Cure me if you can
For my soul is restless
In this grievous December

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Memories

Why do they revisit
When we don't want to remember
When we so want to forget?

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Mourning

I am an unfortunate mother
Who carried hundreds of fetuses
And gave birth to hundreds of lives
If I had known their fearful fate
I would have aborted them all
If mourning is what I have to do
Wish they were not being born

Monday, December 15, 2014

Three things

Three things keep me warm in December
An old sweater
A mug of black coffee
Your thoughts

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Doesn't matter

It doesn't matter, not anymore
If you are near or far
around or depart
its like a tree I planted
and left unattended
but each time I look
its growing tall and shady
expanding like a canopy
its branches envelope
Its fragrance enchants
Its leaves speak
the language that is just for us
For you and for me
Every time and any time
We are together
The bliss persists
so it does not matter, not anymore


Friday, December 12, 2014

Absence












Words like these do not come easily. You  have to travel through the 'absence' to create them.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Lost glory

Wish I could hide and hibernate somewhere before anyone else

Wish I was a whirling dervish belonging to Rumi tribe


I'm seeing now how fake this big world is  and how it loses its glory for me


Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Lost hope

So today I accepted the most denied fact that he is leaving us
all of us, very soon.
The time is so short but then what could we have done if we had time.

One of the days when I feel most helpless. When I don't even feel like praying.

There is not much hope left.



Monday, December 8, 2014

Hero

Would you dance
If I asked you to dance?
Would you run
And never look back?
Would you cry
If you saw me crying?
And would you save my soul, tonight?

Would you tremble
If I touched your lips?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
For the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight.


Would you swear
That you'll always be mine?
Or would you lie?
Would you run and hide?
Am I in too deep?
Have I lost my mind?
I don't care...
You're here tonight.



Listening to Hero by 

ENRIQUE IGLESIAS



Odd time

This is an odd hour of the night
Odd time to wake up
Odd time to do left overs
Odd time to think deeply
Odd time to miss you

Saturday, December 6, 2014

Your Name

Your name is what I look for
on screen, in a book, on a painting
on the sand by the sea shore
on the clouds that canopy me
in the air that pass me by
in the fragrance that I apply
in the flowers that blossom
in the songs that are played
in the winter that is around

Strange dreams

Some dreams are strange and they leave strange effects on me
It was one such dream that was with me throughout last night
leaving my morning lonelier and my heart heavier

Denial

There are realities and then there are harsh realities
Undeniable truths , hard hit  facts
The state of denial makes it worse
The acceptance can progress to depression
How to cope is the question?


Friday, December 5, 2014

Reality

Aimless awaiting is like wasting time
But then sometimes wasting time is all we could do!

Thursday, December 4, 2014

Shadow

 Shadow leaves me alone in the darkness
So unlike the feeling of your presence
Which never deserts me

Tuesday, December 2, 2014

yearning

In the silence of dark hours
Burns through my soul
A deep undeniable yearning
For the sight so enchanting
For the voice so charming
For the feel so exhilarating
For everything may fade out
But the unfulfilled yearning

Monday, December 1, 2014

Reader

I am a reader
Nothing is more pleasant
Than a lonely evening with a book
And one of these cold winter nights
In the aura of loneliness
With all the finest details
With all the hidden treasures
I would love to read you