Silent Whispers - Revisited

جلتی آنکھوں میں چند راتیں بجھتے خوابوں میں چند صبحیں مہکتی سانسوں میں چند لمحے سلگتی یادوں میں چند شامیں !بے سبب نہیں تھیں دسمبر کی اس شام میں جسے سارے منظر ٹھہر گئے ہیں راتیں، صبحیں ، لمحے ، شامیں زیست کا اب عنوان ہوئی ہیں میرا کچھ سامان ہوئی ہیں

Jalti ankhon main  chand ratein Bujhtay khwaboN main chand subhein Mehakti SansoN main chand lamhay Sulagti yadon main chand shameinN Bay sabab nahiN theeN! 

Between un-clarity and visibility between un-certainty and surety Arises an special moment when dreams become reality, That one moment in time.

In the palm of my fist, I am holding on to moments. Moments that when passed on, will be added as an ornament to the treasure-box of memories.

When begins to appear, expands exponentially, scatter exhilaration, ironically all for such a short while, This tiny Ray of hope.

Sometimes through the windows of someones eyes, The canvas of life appears more beautiful.

As the coffee gets steamier  and the blanket gets cozier as the night feels longer and we being closer Know then that December has arrived.