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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, October 29, 2015


Sometimes even the prospect of happiness bring forth a fear of accompanying sadness.

Why is it so difficult to be happy?

Tuesday, October 27, 2015


some words are impossible
like always
some words are tricky
like remember
some words are stubborn
like forget-me-not
some words are shallow
like trust me
some words are eternal
like I'm here
some words are risky
like I love you
some words are unsaid
like tears
some words are forever
like your name.

Saturday, October 24, 2015

About us

Thought I was forgetting
bit by bit, as the days passing
all smiles and tears
all insane conversations
all desires and attractions
about you and about us
and then out of no where
a poem, a few words
an image. arrives as reminder
as if to make sure
I am still there
where I was.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Good night kiss

Heavy eye lids couldn't be lifted
As though they had been
Sealed by the beloved
In a good-night kiss


Sometimes we give so much into those feelings that they seem strange to us,looking back from a distance,

As if it was a remote memory.

As if it was a state of drunkenness.

But it was not, or else the memory wouldn't have been as crystal clear.

Monday, October 19, 2015


Knocked at each door
looking inside all 
slits and windows
to see if some other
being, could help to
remove the shadow,
that over looming shadow
you have onto me.


I wonder if you noticed
This morning
The streaks of my tears
On your pillow 


Saturday, October 17, 2015

late night musings

کچھ ربط ، رابطوں سے بڑھ  کر ہوتے ہیں ، ان کے لئے سہارے تلاشنے نہیں پڑتے  

Friday, October 16, 2015

Find me

Find me
in the falling leaves dispersed
in various shades of autumn

Find me
in the wind that blows
from my land
towards yours

Find me
in the fragrance on
your skin, where I
left some imprints

Find me
in the coffee fumes
we never happened
to share together

Find me
in the colors of your brush
for you wouldn't know
of all my favorite shades

Find me
in words I wrote, as they
were meant for you alone.

The morning after

Wishing it was only a niģhtmare and nothing more

If you could

Wednesday, October 14, 2015


Couldn't find out
what allured me
towards you
but since then
there is only way,
your way.

Couldn't still know
what persuades me
for returning
towards you
each time
I plan to
run away.

And as if this
life is a pendulum
oscillating between
goings and returning.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015


Less often I come across such lovely piece of poetry
worth re-reading.

تاریکی کا بھید کھلے اور تو آئے
دیواروں پر دھوپ پڑے اور تو آئے

خاموشی کےلحن میں آنکھیں بات کریں
ان دیکھی تصویر بنے اور تو آئے

چھم چھم بارش برسے ترسے کھیتوں پر
سوندھی سی خوشبو آئے اور تو آئے

تو آئے اور آنگن آنگن روشنی هو
روشنیوں کی نهر بهے اورتو آئے

خوشحالی کے گیت سنائیں ناچیں، گائیں
شادابی کا شهد گھلے اور تو آئے

روز امید کا دیا جلاؤں ،سو جاؤں 
صبح سویرے آنکھ کھلے اور تو آئے

لفظوں کی مزدوری کرتے دن گزرے
شام ڈھلے،پھر دیا جلے، اور تو آئے

حماد نیازی


From roaring crowds to a selected few, from randomization to optimization, from everywhere to specific there, from seemingly nice to exceedingly rare, I have transformed.

The age , as it is passing on, moving forward, has let me set standardization , for who I meet and whom I like to be with. From collections to selections, I have stepped down to selections and trying to know ways to preserve them.

I have changed, I have grown stubborn, I do not look for people, for goodness, for beauty. For years I have been looking for them.

Now they come running down towards me and I enjoy waiting for them, just waiting, no chasing.

for I have learned, though the hard way, what is destined to be mine, will be mine, eventually.

I did not know, this patience would grow inside me, but it has.

Life is full of surprises!!

Saturday, October 10, 2015

Ankle twist

And now this twisted ankle

Ask me what blessing it is to walk normally!

Exhausting phase

There are two exhausting phases in life

One, when your mind gives up
yet your body drags on
That's called Physical exhaustion

Other, when your mind gives up
yet your heart drags on
That's called Love

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Odd moments

What is this helplessness 
In these odd moments 
Whenever I seek an escape 
I end up thinking of you. 

Monday, October 5, 2015

A poem born

When body demands sleep
as every bone screams
when mind wouldn't agree
as it avoids dreams
When nothing persists
but nothingness
when words fly
in emptiness
then only arises a poem
in all its tenderness.

Saturday, October 3, 2015

So long

And I thought its been so long,
so long that the voice becomes a whisper
and the face turns into a shadow
as the dreams changes their form
and the seasons come and go
the words begin to fade
and the love?
the love stands still
holding breath, in waiting
in these uncertain times
there comes a night
which makes your
memories, alive.

Thursday, October 1, 2015


I'm not a born princess who used to wake up feeling a pea in her bed

Then why would I wake up feeling a hidden hairpin in my hair

May be if I were born in some other times

I would have had a chance! 

Fabulous story

The world was the same
arrogant, affluent and cruel

It still is the same
in the phase when you and I
exist, at one moment in time

It will remain the same
when you and I will not
be a happening part of it,
with a slight difference though,

It will miss having,
Our fabulous story.