Silent Whispers - Revisited

Strangest things happen at strangest moments. Just as I am smelling an English rose in my hair when its no where to be found Just as I am seeing You sitting across me when You are no where to be seen Yeah Strangest things happen at strangest moments.

If You could wake me up from a dream in the middle of a dark night Why Can't You stroke me to sleep Till arises the dawn?

Sometimes I wish Life was as simple As it appears!

A few lines make you go tender,all over. even when you go through them over and again, your own tears may surprise you. See if you feel the same. or is it me alone? Life is a cup of moon.. this night is clever.. All the stars on one side.. have collected the life... This life is a gourmand relationships of flimsy silk, in cold, shiver, shrink and fall off.. for whom we weave the sweater of love.. all the stars on one side, have collected the life.. it's a cup of moon.. these dreams, get thawed in the rain everyday, victims of poverty, we make an umbrella of hands (above dreams).. all the stars on one side,  have collected the life.. it's a cup of moon.

The music system in her bedroom was in full swing. There was a loud dance music emerging out of the speakers enough to vibrate the atmosphere. Clad in her deep pink track suit, her long hair pleated into a french braid, she was busy doing aerobics. This summer when she could not go out swimming due to possibility of naegleria fowleri  infection, she was restricted to home, so the decision was altered. instead of swimming, she opted for aerobics. Though her addicted body misses the feel of water on her nerve endings. And then she could not figure out how and where, as the track changes and Shakira emerges through her song Loca, the momentum changed. Her flawless aerobic exercise steps  gradually converted into dancing moves. After a long time, Mawra was dancing. It was as if she was tranced into the rhythm of music, as if an unseen power was making her move through the beat, as if it was a long forgotten indulgences he was tasting after years. It felt

Can You beat simplicity when it comes to beauty? I have seen some of the purely beautiful people in their natural state instead of being all made up and refined.

Just as when I  badly needed someone to hug me tightly I received an unexpected warm hug from my kid. Enough to sooth my aching nerves. Enough to send me to a sound sleep

Waqt bhi thehra hay kesay kyun yeh hua kaash tu aisay aaey jesay koi du'a

And then there are such nights when a dream wakes You up at an odd hour of night. Even that wakeful-ness is sort of delusional. You are awake yet sleepy, Sleepy yet dreamy, Dreamy yet awake! I am lost tonight Let me go back to dreaming.

May we seek independence from falsehood, wrong doings, intolerance as a nation Happy Independence Day Pakistan. May You live till Eternity.

کچھ تو ہوا بھی سرد تھی کچھ تھا تیرا خیال بھی دل کو خوشی کے ساتھ ساتھ ہوتا رہا ملال بھی سب سے نظر بچا کے وہ مجھ کو تھا ایسے دیکھتا ایک دفعہ  تو رک گئی گردش ماہ و سال بھی پروین شاکر 

Some things are Eternal. Some eyes, expressions, words, Some smiles and some tears, Some moments, some confrontations, Some voices and some people, You remember those even when You want to forget. They assimilate into Eternity.

Being with someone does not necessarily mean You got to agree with them on every front. No!

How smoking helps or a glass of wine? how music helps  or a dance session? how meditation helps or a floating Sema? I don't know Nothing seems to help out for a soul seeking indulgence I am not being unthankful but I need to run away from desires from dreams from restlessness from tenderness Help me Lord Grant me indulgence.

As silent as sea? for in the depth it may have a storm flowing and on the surface a secret silence. I wish my silence dies a quiet death I wish the storm never arises!

An unexpected may come without warning. Sometimes in the darkness, stillness and quietness of a night, there arises a revelation. The fact that made you run away from yourself would appear stark naked. The truth that was hidden behind your denial, makes you bow your head and accept. When the tenderness of heart would make you weep easily, On such a Holy night, I bow my head and accept! (On the sacred night of 27th Ramazan 1434 A.H.)

As a student medical science taught me, a person is alive until his brain is surviving. Brain death is what we doctors need to certify Death. Consider me an exception here please. For I shall be dead when my  heart dies.

Inside a shell of indifference, we tend to hide a part of us, that very precious part with feelings and emotions, smiles and laughter, sadness and tears. What we show to the world is may be the tip of the iceberg, something superficial, something not-so-deep. But then again, there are certain moments and a few rare group of people who know you through the core, in depth, way down the surface. With them you feel such carefree-ness, you tend to open up and expel yourself out. All fears All tears All madness All sadness. And then You feel You are truly blessed.