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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!

Monday, March 27, 2017


And when I saw him yesterday
In a strange city
Among so many strangers
He stood out
Because he
Resembled you

Tuesday, March 14, 2017


The time I spent with you
Was the time I spent with myself
It wasn't only you I was being with
It was as if I was exploring my core
And now neither of it remains
Not you , Nor I, not the time
And the the mirror waits on
For that one reflection
Which witnessed us together

Sunday, March 12, 2017

wandering soul

The wind today
Sounds so shattered
Feels so deserted
Seems so disoriented
I could hear the echoes
Of  my wandering soul
I could see the reflection
Of my saddening core

Wednesday, March 8, 2017

A letter to Myself.

Dear Myself

I have been missing you, the cheery, lively, ready-to-do, music-and-art-loving, author and poetic self lately.

And it has been ages I'm waiting for your return.



Monday, March 6, 2017

مٹھی بھر لمحے

وقت کچھ یوں دوڑ رہا ہے کہ آہٹ  بھی نہیں ہونے پاتی 
کچھ لمحے جو گرفت میں لینا چاہیں بھی تو 
ہاتھوں کی انگلیوں کی پوروں سے چھن  کر 
پھسلتے چلے جاتے ہیں 
 بند مٹھی  کھولیں تو 
چند بے نام ذرے 
چند کم مائیگی  کا احساس دلانے والے 
چپ چاپ  لمحے 
ہتھیلی کی فصیلوں پر 
سانس لیتے ، جیتے جاگتے 
جھلملاتے ، دکھائی  دیتے ہیں 
اور ان چند سانس لیتے 
بے نام لمحوں کو 
کچھ دیر اور سنبھال رکھنے کو 
ہم مٹھی پھر سے بند کر لیتے ہیں 

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