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

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Merciful times

Strange were those days, when
the grass were greener and
the sun was even more brighter,
when the moon had a halo,which
reflected onto the window panes
And the evening wind blew only for
the two strolling along the lake
When every song old or new,
 melted the already tender hearts
When poetry was blooming and
the stories were marking histories
Strange were those days, when
the times were merciful, and
the moments were eternal.

Saturday, January 30, 2016


The kind of loneliness you suffer when you are surrounded by a bunch of all kind of people and still you are secluded

Un-explainable aloofness

When you feel yet can not express

When you think yet can not think aloud

When you live but actually not alive.

Thursday, January 28, 2016

All lost

looking back at the words
that were transformed into
sweet poems and classy stories
How I wonder , was it myself
writing with such vibrancy
for now I don't find them, anywhere
neither words, nor feelings
All is lost, all is gone

Sunday, January 24, 2016


Ask me What is self produced isolation.

In a crowded hall full of activities sits a solitary self.

Thinking and feeling.

Wondering about life. 

Friday, January 22, 2016

Battle front

And when you are exhausted after fighting so many battles on different fronts all by yourself
All you need is a comforting circle of arms and a wide shoulder to cry on .

Thursday, January 21, 2016


O Allah, why then those who recite Quran have their hearts hardened?

I ask for you mercy, for it is You who could help me and nobody else.

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Brutal moment

Some days are brutal

They show you the ugly face of someone you thought you knew well for so many years

And they are brutal because they bring about a deep piercing pain

The deepest pain is of being misunderstood! 


When we attempt to modify our body clock to a different time pattern, it resists.

But this resistance is surely lesser than modification of heart, thought process and an endeavor for leaving behind past and looking for new prospective, 

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

This rain

Such strange noise it had
this winter rain
spreading a deep silence
all inside me

Friday, January 15, 2016

Unpublished Chapters

When all it needs is a delete button

If published, those could be best-sellers!

And lets erase those days too

That's something I am looking forward to

Looking for reasons

Some days are sad

For unidentified reasons

Thursday, January 14, 2016

In memory of

The most precious memories are preserved not in images but behind the eyes in the memory cells.
All you need is to close eyes.


Monday, January 11, 2016

Hour of separation

Its difficult to disconnect from
The walls and roof and windows
Of a home you lived in for so long
Its more like a lost love, where
You don't know the depth of connection
Until the hour of separation

Sometimes its an image which forms words and builds up a poem. This image stirred something deep in me, May be its the unseen connection that I have with sir Mustansar Hussain Tarar, where we speak and understand even without communication.

So I dedicate this poem to him.

Sunday, January 10, 2016

The two characters

I was penning down a secret chapter of my life
Which was known to only the two characters who were playing lovers
And they played so well for at least a while
They themselves believed it was nothing but love
And then in the middle of it all
One of the characters vanished
The pen stopped writing further
Until they were to meet again

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Complex relationship

Some pains wouldn't go away until a pain killer is taken.
And some pains on the other hand are so dear, we deliberately avoid to take pain killers.


Nothing remains undone
or so it seems
Still something's missing
or so it feels

Sunday, January 3, 2016

Ahmed Faraz - chalo woh ishq nahee chaahney kii aadat hai


Such frenzy it was

These last few months were so hectic, I feared at times that they would never end

I was disconnected from my own self and running aimlessly towards just one aim, to get my thesis and exam done.

And that also passed, that phase of utter stress. This year made me fragile and weak and attacked my immune system, it made me fall sick far more times than I used to be in previous years, It made me weep and break down also. There were times when I was not happy even at the happiest moments and some big achievements did not bring me any satisfaction

Life is strange, it plays strange games. There were times when I thought I would enjoy life after getting over with exam. But astonishingly it has left a bad taste in mouth and left me with this numbness that I feel in my nerves and my feelings, A lock over my words and a barricade over the flow of my thoughts.

And I feel nothing

Not even pain

And all I am left with

this numbness I never knew.