Silent Whispers - Revisited

If there is one piece of land where there is peace and contentment, its Madinah. My prophets city.

Sometimes you can't tell if you are leaving or returning Traveling is mysterious

 سعد یہ یاد کب رہا ہم کو ہمیں اس شخص کوبھلانا   تھا    سعداللہ  شاہ 

Sometimes conflict arises within your own self How can you like and despise at the same time Same goes for love-hate relations As it's true for near-far theory. These conflicts remain unexplained No matter what!

Sometimes you stay wide with your burning eyes Sometimes your eyes burn at the thought of staying up Time moves on

Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. Khalil Gibran, The Prophet.

He was short of breath. The running a mile this lovely summer morning had made him breathless. He was sweating too but then it was his daily routine. He loved the morning walks and jogs. Reaching near the white picket fence around his small cottage, he was delighted to see the varying colored roses blooming. He loved gardening, flowers, butterflies and fragrance near him. He was a nature lover. The small lawn did not take him much to cross but when he reached the entrance of his cottage he sensed something different in the atmosphere. He stopped and concentrated. He heard some voice. A deeply engrossed voice in a language he could not understand. He turned back and moved towards the direction of the voice. And there he found her. Tucked in the farthest corner of this small lawn just beneath the right far corner of the white picket fence, surrounded by the white sunflower plant, she was reciting the Holy book. It was the recital that mesmerized him. He knew it was Arabic and he w...

I wish life was different slightly if not much!

I have learned People may easily  deprive you and desert you He (The Lord) will never. Because He is infinite and so is His Love.

Sought refuge in so many things Endless sleep Non sense write up Timeless walk Loads of work Yet time is so cruel It breaks apart the boundaries And expose the harsh reality It brings us to face the mirror To count the added wrinkles It recycles old moments To make life less subtle