Silent Whispers - Revisited

If we are the same person before and after we loved, that means we haven't loved enough.  Elif_Safak

سماعتوں میں اب جنگلوں کی سانسیں ہیں میں اب کبھی تری آواز سُن نہ پاؤں گی پروین شاکر

Easily broken are the promises of Forgetfulness and moving ahead Fake could have been the spoken words Or burnt may have been the candles Why still do the ashes remain?

کس قدر گونجتا ہے سناٹا  ضبط کھونے کو ہے سماعت کا   

The toughest battle one may have to fight is against one's own intangible desires!

The sadness residing in the heart and the baby growing in the womb of a mother, both have indiscernible burdens.

Directions may change Altered may be the routes Confluence remains.

Words don't come easily soft, kind, gentle, tender and special words don't come easily And when they do, they envelope and seduce raising the craving for more.

Let him die. The father said. Wrenching away the mothers heart. This four year old son acquired the deadly hepatitis C virus from mother during his fetal life. But then how could a father say such a thing about his own progeny? Seeing and pondering the situation the family is going through makes me realize when a father can not earn bread and butter for his family there aren't much options he is left with. On the other hand there are parents in the same country who could spend thousand of bucks for one day outing of their children. Eating lavish food at the expensive restaurant can cost as much amount as could be enough to provide one family with their monthly grocery needs. No we all can't be Edhi sahb but at least each one of us can make an attempt to sponsor one such kid, one such mother, one such family My heart is saddened today to know the misery of this family . I wish this world was more of a just and fair place. 

How could you be Strange like strangers Known like a poem Distant like a sweet dream Near like a fresh breathe Gone like a lost jewel Exists like an old song How could you be?

Can there be a better morning than the one which starts with your name? Thank You O Allah for another day.

As Silence speaks And makes a noise Only heart could hear

Into the silence of a well lit full moon night, where the sky was clouded with a flicker of lightening now and then . She could not read today's forecast yet there was preparation for a downpour as the soil was fragrant even before the raindrops touched it. On the small flight of stairs leading to lawn, she sat quietly and looked up to the moon. Recently she began disliking the transformation of a crescent into the full circle. If everything meant to be incomplete then why not the moon? She was jealous or just pretending? Since ages moon  had been her best friend, but not anymore. She was in fact mourning her own deficient soul. The first raindrop touched her face and she instantly closed her eyes. Suddenly her secluded self was surrounded, by the noise and presence of the downpour. She was being soaked. The rain drops trickled down from the roots of her hair to the tips, down her nightgown to the toes. She did not move for a long time. There was an ambiance naturally provided...

Somethings won't go or only to return like words unspoken like letters unwritten like touch yet to be felt like eyes yet to be kissed like a sketch still to be drawn like a novel waiting to be finished like shadows they follow you and no they won't go or only to return

If wishes were clay I would have molded it into a figure If wishes were birds I would have set them free If wishes were rain I would have drenched in its showers If only wishes were, what they should have been But now as I look back Wishes were you, leaving behind emptiness. 

Once upon a time someone wrote a message and preserved it in a glass bottle. Though it never reached me, it left me wondering, why at all it had such a huge impact on me if it wasn't meant for me?

Only a few people could make you sleepless Either their presence or their memory!