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

Tuesday, May 30, 2017

Mata e alfaaz

یہ جو تم ! مجھ سے گریزاں ہو ! میری بات سنو !
ہم اسی چھوٹی سی دنیا کے ، کسی رستے پر
 اتفاقا" ، کبھی بھولے سے ، کہیں مل جائیں !
کیا ہی اچھا ہو ! کہ ہم دوسرے لوگوں کی طرح

  •  کچھ تکلف سے سہی ! ٹہر کہ کچھ بات کریں !

اور اس عرصہء اخلاق و مروت میں ، کبھی
 ایک پل کے لئیے ، وہ ساعت نازک ، آ جاۓ !
ناخن لفظ ، کسی یاد کے زخموں کو چھوۓ !
ایک جھجھکتا ہوا جملہ ، کوئی دکھ دے جاۓ !
کون جانے گا ؟ کہ ہم دونوں پہ ، کیا بیتی ہے ؟
 اس خامشی کے اندھیروں سے ، نکل آئیں ، چلو !
کسی سلگتے ہوۓ لہجے سے ، چراغاں کر لیں !
چن لیں ! پھولوں کی طرح ، ہم بھی ! متاع الفاظ
 اپنے اجڑے ہوۓ دامن کو ، گلستاں کر لیں !
دولت درد ، بڑی چیز ہے ! اقرار کرو !
نعمت غم ، بڑی نعمت ہے ، یہ اظہار کرو !
لفظ ، پیماں بھی ! اقرار بھی ! اظہار بھی ہیں !
طاقت صبر ، اگر ہو ! تو یہ ، غم خوار بھی ہیں !
ہاتھ خالی ہوں ! تو یہ جنس گراں بار ، بھی ہیں !
پاس کوئی بھی نہ ہو ، پھر تو یہ ، دلدار بھی ہیں
 یہ جو تم ! مجھ سے گریزاں ہو ! میری بات سنو !
یہ جو تم ! مجھ سے گریزاں ہو ! میری بات سنو ۔۔۔!!!

 زہرہ نگاہ

Sunday, May 21, 2017

A stone which sheds tears

Some relationships exist on rules and regulations
Similar to paper work and documents in government offices
They enforce the participants (usually the one who is on the obeying side) to obey, follow, and do as directed.
In return they sometime grant them a smile or a gentle tone. Which is something not coming easily.
Feelings, care, love are unheard of.
Sometimes it's more like a servant master relationship.
Till the day you fulfill all demands, finish your required work on time, everything is smooth
And the day something remains undone, you will be cursed.
Sometimes these kind of relationships are akin to slavery.
Where feelings don't exist relations die a silent death.
And it happens so often that the pain of the loss really emerges and one needs to cry
Cry not out of suffering but suffocation
Crying not for the death of a relationship but at the waste of feelings and emotions
Some people are made of stone
They are so rock like that they may crush their partners feelings
And turn them to stone too
But only rarely
This stone may shed tears.

Thursday, May 18, 2017

End of the day

At the end of the day
The day which was tiresome
And never ending
When my back hits the bed
My eyes as they flutter in
An effort to remain open
My mind drifts back to
Where it should not!

Saturday, May 13, 2017

Mother's Day

Seems I never recover
Seems those lacerations never heal. They leave marks which becomes  alive often.

Seems there is persistent emptiness inside.
It resonates
Any effort to heal deepens the hole

But only for two people who love me endlessly
For no reason
With all my faults
My mother and my daughter
If they weren't there
I would have shattered to bits.

Every day is Mothers day
Every day is daughters day too.


Friday, May 12, 2017


You know you are in trouble when you can't figure out

What's bothering you
What's missing in you
What is that you want really and
What is it you want to run away from?

Monday, May 8, 2017


Its a disturbingly beautiful moonlit night
I am out in search of my sleep

Tuesday, May 2, 2017


I know
Cutting from atmosphere and the habitats in it is not the solution
But there are times when we don't want to be with anyone
No one
I intend to shut myself down for a while
May be it would help me understand what is going inside my head
and heart

The pleasure

Reading was a late night pleasure
In times where there were no you
And none of your charming talks
Reading it is again, though the charms
Have lessened and the pleasure is none
Yet it proves how faithful a book could be
When compared to ever changing humans

Monday, May 1, 2017


We shall die
One by one
Bit by bit
Sudden or slow
Though we don't know
But we shall be gone
Never to return
The world would be
Either same or worse
it wouldn't matter
Except for a few
A few who really
Ever cared for you
This world would go on
Even without us
The place will be replaced
The space will be filled
Except for those
Who knew you through