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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, December 31, 2015


Most of the things that appear attractive from a distance , lose their charm once observed from nearness.

Only some of them would be truly enchanting

and the dilemma is

those truly enchanting things, are strictly forbidden.


Trying to forget you was no easy task
it demanded a lot of effort
and in this exhausting endeavor
I broke myself

Wednesday, December 30, 2015

A couplet ( in this frenzied night )

وہ  دور ہو تو بجا ترک دوستی کا خیال 
وہ سامنے ہو تو کب اختیار  اپنا ہے

Monday, December 28, 2015


And then there comes a time when you feel so helpless , with things not going the way you planned and expected, with every situation seems to be anti-you
and the most important ingredient of life i.e. peace is missing from your life  
And then as if an angel being sent towards you to show you this ayah 

Friday, December 25, 2015

The festive season

How much less how much more
the dream in the dreams, says it all
how chilled winds tantalize the skin pores
how waves strike the solitary shore

how the moon smiles down in harmony
with the season of pleasure and woe, together

how the music transforms an illusion into
the festivity not known to be there, at all

The smallest of the moments whispered, then
to forget the heartache and embrace the flow

Christmas dream

“Snowflakes swirl down gently in the deep blue haze beyond the window. The outside world is a dream.

Inside, the fireplace is brightly lit, and the Yule log crackles with orange and crimson sparks.

There’s a steaming mug in your hands, warming your fingers.

There’s a friend seated across from you in the cozy chair, warming your heart.

There is mystery unfolding.”

― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

Thursday, December 24, 2015

Such silence

Such silence
I could hear
the sound of my
heart breaking


This should not be stranger than strange itself how we lose gradually...... almost everything

Initially the connection, then the orbit in which your rotation was taking place. then the attachment

and finally the feelings

its a slow on-going process

nothing re-built it, not even the happy season going on in the outside world

the inner world remains sad

and then in the end nothing remains but emptiness

which echoes

once or twice, sometimes in busy hours, sometimes in the middle of a peaceful sleep.

yes, we lose everything but the echoes in our bloodstream.

Monday, December 21, 2015

December Diary

Somber days and
whimsical nights
great readings and
wavering writings
poetry to prose
and research papers
teaching and learning
all alongside
chilled winds
and coffee fumes
longing hours and
passionate dreams
melancholy and 
so many moments
yet so much missing
this December goes
with amalgamated feelings


Sometimes we are scared of sleeping
Infact it's not the sleep but the dream that haunts us
That we don't want to see again
The dreams that end up painfully
The dreams that take you miles apart from your beloved 

Sunday, December 20, 2015


Its not until you yourself are ill that you realize the suffering someone else might be going through

And sometimes being a doctor and self treatment doesn't help much either.

Friday, December 18, 2015


Its so confusing when you can not name the sadness prevailing in the depth of your heart
or may be you can name it 'melancholy' but you can not connect it one particular person or matter?
and you keep on rotating in the cause and effect cycle with no way out. 

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Silent hour

The loneliness of
this silent hour
Scares me
For it opens up
The chapters
That were written and closed

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

مسلسل / Musalsal

اس کائنات محبت میں ہم مشل  شمس وقمر کے ہیں 
اک رابطہ مسلسل ہے، اک فاصلہ مسلسل ہے  

Somber day

A crazy dream
A restless night
A disturbed  awakening
A somber beginning of the morning
Often leads to a day filled with apprehensions,  restlessness and melancholy 

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

For December 16th 2014

You live within our hearts
like an open stab wound
which bleeds each time
we hear your names

You shed from our eyes
like rain filled clouds
which pour without season
when we see your image

You ache in our souls
like a baby about to born
among the cries of agony
when we see your parents

You all have gone long
and must have found peace
but those remain behind
bear a scar on their hearts
never to be healed.

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

Illustration: Parveen Shakir

Missed chances

We miss many important chances in life
sometimes they are meant to make a difference
Like a chance to speak to someone, you just saw and felt like speaking to.
Like a chance to buy a book, you just read a review about and then its name forgotten
Like a poem you intended to write but distractions made you forget all of it
Like a child you could have but was missed inside the womb and was sent to heaven
Like a person you never intended to know, but eventually knew him too deeply
Like those few words which you were supposed to say to him, but never did and you both moved on to separate ways.
So many chances, so many advances, so many treasures,
remain undiscovered.

Saturday, December 5, 2015


There comes a season of
like a tasteless cup of tea
like a harsh winter wind
like a lifeless sketch
like a half hearten message
like a long-lost love

Friday, December 4, 2015

Thick blanket

A Late night mode
A dose of heavy medicine
A sleepy self
A thick blanket of memories
A distant you

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Between Night and Sunrise

I do not miss you, but
the things you used to say

I do not think much, but
the way your eyes saw

I do not remember, but
the feelings you generated

I do not know, but
this longing that never faded