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Forbidden

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.

Exhausted

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

A couplet ( in this frenzied night )

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

Peace

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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 

The festive season

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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

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“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

Such silence

Such silence I could hear the sound of my heart breaking

Echo

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.

less=more

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December Diary

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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  enchantment so many moments yet so much missing this December goes with amalgamated feelings

Scared

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 

Illness

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.

Melancholy

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. 

Silent hour

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

مسلسل / Musalsal

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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 

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.

Readings

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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!

Some songs....

https://youtu.be/rDVH-ltlMpE https://youtu.be/rDVH-ltlMpE Some songs won't leave you in peace

Illustration: Parveen Shakir

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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.

Color-less-ness

There comes a season of color-less-ness 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

Thick blanket

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

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