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

Monday, August 31, 2015


Lets not hate men for being flirt, vamp, player, seducer or even heart-breaker.

Lets blame women for being naive, ordinary, silly, deluded and dreamer.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Pain matters

When you are in pain, not many people notice.

Then there are people who notice but ignore

Along with a very few who notice and show concern

But rare are those who see you in pain and want to reach out and help.

Count them on fingers because you are truly loved only when you are surrounded by these rare people.

Of pains and bearings

In the middle of a restless night sometimes its a piercing physical pain that wakes you up
when you are helpless lying in bed not knowing how to reach for your medicine.
when it seems you can not even dare to turn to another side as it may worsen the pain.
when even if someone is sleeping next to you, you don't want to wake them up and ask for help.
that's the moment of revelation that there is just one divine force who is there for you, giving you the energy to move, fetch your medicine, relieve you of pain.

That is when we realize it was Him who gives us pain in the first place, to flinch, to weep, to bear. This bearing makes us stronger, this weeping makes us go on and smile again.
A night is one of the most beautiful gifts granted to us, for it makes us closer to the ones we love. Be it the worldly relations or the supreme connection.

So in pain tonight, I found Him,
And in pain tonight, I found the courage to move on.

Thursday, August 27, 2015


There is nothing but silence
That travels from me to you
Yet there is a resonance of feelings
Creating soulful vibrations
Through the wires of silence
Tuning us both to one rhythm
If you are there to hear


I do not ask for things in return.
I never do.
May be I am too egoistic for that matter.

But then things, favors, blessings, relation, love, kindness and people come to me naturally when they are meant to.

Just like one day you came to me. Or may be more than once?
out of nowhere, as if it was a new music that my ears never heard of.
A new book that I never had an idea about.
A new painting that was hidden somewhere in a museum.
A new star that began to shine on my horizon.
A new color that I never wore before.
A new shade that I painted my lips with.

As if my heart was beating since ever but it changed its rhythm the day I found you.
A new rhythm.

And whenever I look back and try to figure out what it may have been, I fail to understand.

The only thing that I realize is, its a once-in-a lifetime thing.

It may not remain forever, but it will not happen again.

And it does not happen to people every day.

And it does not happen to people even once.

Though I do not ask for anything in return.

But sometimes I want to ask you to return, everything I ever felt, to return back, the time, the feelings, the pleasure and pain, the smiles and tears, the sharing and blessings, every single thing.

So that I can go back in time, place them where they were and find my old self again.

The old self who never knew you in the first place.

Because this once in-a-lifetime thing does not only bring pleasure. It also brings pain.

Tuesday, August 25, 2015


Why do we have to wait for all important things in life, I wonder?

As if the time ticking slows down when the wait is going on.

As if that very important email would never make it to our inbox in time.

As if nothing would happen as we anticipate!

Monday, August 24, 2015


Sometimes life seems so colorless
every effort to fill it with rainbow
ends up in black and white.

Friday, August 21, 2015


اور جب اتنے دن بعد 
 لکھنے لگوں تو 
یوں لگتا ہے جیسے کچھ  
 رکھ کر  کہیں بھول گئی ہوں
 ویسے ہی جیسے  ایک 
سرد سی اماؤس کی رات میں 
وقت کی کتاب کے صفحوں 
کے درمیان کہیں 
تمہیں نشانی بنا کر 
شیلف کے کسی کونے میں
 سنبھال کر  رکھا تھا 
کتاب تو ڈھونڈ لی ہے پر 
وہ نشانی لگا صفحہ 
مجھ سے  کھو گیا ہے 

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Relating to Rumi

When your heart becomes the grave of your secrets, that desire of yours will be gained more quickly. The prophet said that anyone who keeps secret his inmost thought will soon attain the object of his desire. When seeds are buried in the earth, their inward secrets become the flourishing garden.

~ Mevlana Rumi

When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you are not here, I cannot go to sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias and the difference between them.

~ Mevlana Rumi

The rain-weeping and the sun burning twine together to make us grow. Keep your intelligence white-hot and your grief glistening, so your life will stay fresh. Cry easily like a little child.

~ Mevlana Rumi

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

بے وجہ

ہجر یاراں نہ ستا ، بے وجہ 
بن گیا تو کیوں وجہ ، بے وجہ 

دل سے کیہ   وقت رک جا پاگل 
چل پڑا  کرنے یہ وفا ، بے وجہ 

میں اسے بھول چکا بھول چکا 
 بات  اے دل  نہ بڑھا بے وجہ

نام لینے کا ارادہ بھی نہ تھا 
چل پڑا ذکر تیرا بے وجہ 

ان سے ملنے کی وجہ کوئی   نہیں 
ڈھونڈتا کیوں ہے وجہ ،بے وجہ


Sunday, August 16, 2015

Let it be

“A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it's the most painful thing you'll ever have to do and that you've ever done. But what's yours is yours. Whether it’s up in the sky or here in your hands. And one day, it'll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won't have to put it back in the sky again.”

― C. JoyBell C.

Saturday, August 15, 2015

Akin to waves

If you could notice
The restlessness of waves
Even though they go back
After hugging the beach sand
The separation between them
Is only a matter of moments
Yet the waves rush back
As hungrily as they could
Time and again, to the beloved
If you could notice this
Then you may not need to
Wonder about my restlessness

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

The sky, be gentle

Someone somewhere
in some other times
must have thrown a prayer
towards sky, for me
The reason for me to stay
restless and sleepless
always and forever

Sunday, August 9, 2015

Message in a bottle (reality)

Clouds covered sky
Spread like a canopy
Bits of rain showers
Here and there
As the enormous waves
Touch and then leave
The smooth sands of beach
My walking foot struck
A floating, tightly capped bottle
As I picked up and noticed
It had a white paper inside
Message in a bottle?
The message I knew somehow
Would come to me someday
With curiosity shaking each
Of my nerve endings
I uncapped it and unfolded
The paper with care
To my surprising eyes
It was all clean
No shades of colours
No traces of words
No sketch or painting
May be in a hurry
You forgot to write
What you intended to.

Friday, August 7, 2015

Missing words

I never ask you why do you have to go
I never beg you to stay
you may leave as you so often do
But why did you take all my words away?

Sunday, August 2, 2015

Happy ending?

When my readers complain , and so often they do, that my stories do not make a happy end.
They sometimes argue with me to great length.
I only give them a smile because I can not explain them the lesson I  learnt the hard way.

"There are no happy endings. there are just losses and lessons". 

That dream

I saw a dream a few days ago.  And it kept me disturbed for many days.

I didn't know then that a dream may have such a strong impact.

But what if you see someone you love so dearly in someone else's arms and admitting that they have finally found the love of their life.

Wouldn't it shatter you?

I tried to forget but it wouldn't go.

And now I know it was a true dream.

It was a sign.

An omen.

It came to tell me,  our paths have separated.

It came to tell me I have finally lost you.