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

Monday, October 31, 2016


For those who thought they are unforgettable
It isn't their fault after all
It was an absurd gesture from us that made them feel oh so special. The God of love who is to be falsely worshipped while He loves no one but Himself.
And then it may come as a surprise when someone tells them, it's finally over.
Those pangs of longings and emotional feelings are finally buried under the heavy sand of routine life.
Not that it was easy, but it has happened.
Finally you are forgotten.

Saturday, October 29, 2016

Some News

They say no news is good news
At times this doesn't turn out to be true

At times we need to hear about those who are gone
Any sound, any image, any news

Some rain, some sunshine, some fragrance
Some remains of the footprints

Some news is always awaited.

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Im burning , yet again

I'm burning Yet again
In this early autumn night
Far from the reach of
A gentle comforting hand
Away from the presence of
A warm soothing embrace
All I have is this solitude and
I'm burning yet  again

Friday, October 21, 2016

what a waste

We don't weep because we miss someone
We cry because we miss our deep emotions
Appeared to be wasted

Sunday, October 16, 2016

Dry Eyes

It was so good when my tears were so frequent.
It's so painful to weep with dry eyes

The circle of time

We find ourselves
Standing on the same grounds
From where the unseen journey
Had begun

time moves on and yet
We remain behind
Torn, forlorn and in agony

Monday, October 10, 2016

عشق نے یوں ہمیں نہال کیا

ایک اک   خواب پائمال  کیا 
عشق نے یوں ہمیں نہال کیا 

مہر بہ لب  پھر لوٹ آے 
پاس وفا کا احتمال کیا 

اتنی آسودہ قربتوں کے لیے 
تلخی انتظار نے نڈھال کیا 

یوں نہ تھا شاید یوں ہوگا 
خود سے ہی ہر سوال کیا 

دوست  نے اپنے فائدے کے لیے 
بار ہا  ہم کو استمعال کیا 

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

عجیب شخص

عجیب   شب تھی 
جس کے آخری کنارے پر 
امید کا سورج  نہیں ابھرتا تھا 

عجیب دن تھا 
سمے  کی دوڑ  میں  جو 
وحشت زدہ سا لگتا تھا 

عجیب  شام تھی 
جو  بے قرار آنکھوں میں 
شفق کی سرخی  بھرتی  جاتی تھی 

عجیب چاند تھا 
وصال کی رت کا  جو 
کوئی  پیام نہ لاتا تھا 

عجیب شخص تھا 
موسم گل کا  اب بھی 
انتظار کرتا تھا 

Sunday, October 2, 2016

My emptiness

Me and my emptiness

The time is moving on
But the dial of my
Beating heart
Has been left behind
Somewhere in a foreign land
Where our paths met