Silent Whispers - Revisited

I wish to seek a hideout in a cave. A deep dark cave, where no one could reach me. Where I can cry my heart out, where I don't have to hide my tears. Where there is just me and my Creator, where I can have a connection with Him, the way my Prophet did. Where I do not have to hear the news I am hearing each day. Where my children are not kidnapped for lust and ransom and then killed and thrown down on solitary beaches in school uniforms. Where there is no heartless human known. Where I don't have to sign a high grade tumor report to innocent people who do not know how their life is growing into a misery. Where there is no pain behind smiles. Where there is no tear behind the masked face. Where , if I die, I'm not guilty of not being able to help out my fellow beings.

Go and you can not leave. Come and you can not reach.

At times the color ON you tends to envelope every single thing Around You. I don't know why am I wearing Blue, Every single thing Around me this morning, Appears Blue.

In last night's elusive fog, immersed in serenity, the Moon was rather quiet. Embracing me in a soft hue, It did not utter but silence. A thousand words were spoken then, between the ancient lovers.

Mustansar Hussain Tarar's review of Elif Shafak's "The Forty rules of Love" ۔الف شفق کے ’’ محبت کے چالیس اصول‘‘ میں عین ممکن ہے کہ مولانا روم کی حیات کو جوں کا توں نہ بیان کیاگیا ہو‘ کہانی پن کے لئے کچھ آمیزش کی گئی ہو لیکن یہ ایک گہرا تاثر آپ کی روح کی گہرائیوںمیں یوں اتارتا ہے کہ وہ آپ کی زندگی کا ایک حصہ بن جاتا ہے‘ البتہ اسکے پڑھنے کا ایک نقصان ہوتا ہے…آپ سمجھتے ہیں کہ آپ محبت کے تجربے سے گزرے ہیں‘ اسے پڑھ کر احساس ہوتا ہے کہ نہیں گزرے ! Translation: "Elif Shafak in her novel "The Forty rules of love" may have added some fiction to Rumi's life to weave the story, yet it leaves a deeper impact to your soul to amalgamate into your life. Still one remains at a loss after reading the book.... when You think you know what Love is, after the read up you may feel, You still fail to understand what love is!"

How it happens so often  that a small insignificant event makes a huge difference and tugs at an already tender heart?

“He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.”  ―  Leo Tolstoy ,  Anna Karenina “I think... if it is true that  there are as many minds as there  are heads, then there are as many  kinds of love as there are hearts.”  ―  Leo Tolstoy ,  Anna Karenina

So it is concluded that none of the feelings we go through is unique. Someone somewhere, in their own states of being, have gone through those feelings too. May be since the beginning of times, the feelings are same. May be the tremors of restlessness I am going through , were felt by the very first human being ever created. And yet, still in my madness, this feeling is so unique to myself. What an Irony!

You can run away from all other things but the tenderness inside your heart, pondered Mawra. The geranium flowers lost fragrance.The summer breeze suffocate her The crescent moon made her weep. For days she could not continue her dance sessions and at times she skipped her prayers. She could not fathom the piercing pain that was throbbing in her veins so deeply. Even though she was not sure in the beginning, with the passage of time she grew accustomed to the fact that she was the victim of a single sided crush. A crush that felt like love. Or may be she did not know what love truly meant. It was a mere fascination probably, just that she was hit harder. The day she heard Helen's voice in his bedroom, she was hit harder. She did not know how to respond, what to believe and what not. She was pushed out of her dreamworld and that was like a downfall. The dead end. She threw away her cell phone, stop texting and calling him. She knew she was trying to run a mile, but the

At times, having a cup of tea alone in the darkness of late hours, can make you feel lonelier.

It isn't easy to be a romanticist To walk on pebbles to get to the sea  Scratched by thorns to reach the flower To bear a burn in lightening a perfumed candle You have to suffer in quest of your desires and dreams. It really isn't easy to be a romanticist

They say every feeling leads somewhere, Every apprehension has a notion, Every tale has an ending, Every desire needs a destiny. My feelings, apprehension and desires, have a notion that may lead to an ending. I do not know where. I hope then, I may find peace.

“It's enough for me to be sure that you and I exist at this moment.”  Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez ,  One Hundred Years of Solitude

I wonder if I could express through paintings and not merely through words, how would I illustrate this lovely morning?

And then suddenly You become a feature of past, Everything related to you go still, When death arises as the most harsh reality of your life.