Silent Whispers - Revisited

She left the room leaving him bewildered. For a moment he thought he saw unshed tears in her eyes. But what could have gone wrong. Maria could only tell him that Mawra spoke to someone as the phone rang. He saw the call log and dialed back. Helen was expectedly in a complaining mood but he could not ask her what type of conversation they both had a while ago. He had to come to a conclusion all by himself, he thought while having breakfast half heartedly. His day had begun but with a hard feeling. Sometimes we move ahead considering our situation to be the only hard hitted fact. At others we find only our heart broken. What we tend to ignore is the fact that the other person might also be correct in justifying things. Or may be they are still able to relate to us and feel our pain. Mawra moved upstairs hurriedly not even looking back not even accepting the fact that seeing her in such a state had already ruined Daniel's day. He was still thinking about her standing in the ...

Like a mug of  black coffee Like a dose of tranquilizer Like a fume of cigarette smoke Someone may run in your blood stream and a doze missed may make you realize You were addicted!

١٩   قُل لَّوْ كَانَ ٱلْبَحْرُ مِدَادًا لِّكَلِمَٰتِ رَبِّى لَنَفِدَ ٱلْبَحْرُ قَبْلَ أَن تَنفَدَ كَلِمَٰتُ رَبِّى وَلَوْ جِئْنَا بِمِثْلِهِۦ مَدَدًا 109   Say, “If the ocean were ink for the words of my Lord, the ocean would run out, before the words of my Lord run out,” even if We were to bring the like of it in addition to it. al-Kahf

وہ میرا نام لئے جاے اور میں اس کا نام  لہو میں گونج رہا ہے پکار کا موسم  پروین شاکر 

Her nights were lonelier now, more than ever, since this very morning when she found out some more about his intimate life. Though it should not have been her concern nonetheless she was concerned about him. By days, hours, minutes and seconds. It was growing deeper,unknowingly and unintentionally. It was a lovely summer morning when after early morning in-lawn walk, she entered this small cottage, which was home to her beloved. She was in a specially exciting mood today and she had a plan to do some cooking for him. In the kitchen Maria Jose was already on her heels. Moving and clattering and banging. Mawra smiled. "Seems Maria is already on her way to cook breakfast" , she thought. "Beunas mananas", Mawra wished her good morning Maria smiled at her speaking Spanish and replied with much zeal. "whats up madam? What are you cooking? " "Making breakfast for Dan" "oh, what does he prefer for a breakfast?" Maria was one sou...

Main to khamosh hoon kaee din say Koi Meray andar Magar bolta hay

It never gets old, the debate over lust and love, I keep wondering though, how long it takes before it diminishes The so-called lust, the so-denied love.

Sometimes you tend to go on with your routine life and then suddenly a blow changes so many things. It may be a routine for a doctor to deal with patients , listening to their misery, extending hand to help them and sympethize. But its only when your loved one reaches hospital bed then you know how it drains all energy from your nerve endings making you as vulnerable as a child.

Love is condemned to live an eternal life Shamil Shams

In the burning days and lonely nights Its your thought that make me go on Its your dream that soothes my distressed sleep Its like a shadow in the scorching sun Its like a raindrop on the desert sand Something I do not have to beg you from Somethings that you would never know!

بس تیرا نام ہی مکمّل ہے   اس سے بہتر بھی نظم کیا ہوگی 

Chand bhooley bisrey khwab Kuch beetey huey lamhay Thori si muskurahat Kuch phool dua'on key IK ghathri bana ker inki Bandh ky rakh di thi Tumhari saalgirah per jo tum ko bhijwana thi Ab saal beet raha hay Gathri waheen rakhi hy Tumhara pata magar mujh say Kaheen Kho gaya hay!

Last night After so many of them It rained The raindrops of lost memory Brought them all alive The fragrant nights The enchanting days From the day we met Till the eve we parted It brought them all alive Last night It rained heavily 

“Wasn't it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core-- a tiny flame to cup one's hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.”  “I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.” “If you can love someone with your whole heart, even one person, then there's salvation in life. Even if you can't get together with that person.” 

I used to see him every morning. Exactly at the same place. He was always in an anxious state, walking , moving forward, coming back to the same place where started from. It was oncology ward premises. The ward where cancer patients were being treated. The most dreadful ward in a hospital where patients being admitted are unsure of their survival. He was probably related to one of the patients. the anxiety and fear on his face was so obvious. It was telling its own story. I prayed for him as I used to drove him by. And then after a week or so , he was gone. No anxious walks, no fearful face. The decision was made. Either the patient survived or he could not. I kept wondering what would have happened. Life and its uncertainties.

Time slipping by Hours melting Minutes running Seconds flying Life going towards its end so quick. What do we leave behind A helping moment A gesture of generosity Some kind acts Some loving memories A few words that have touched some ones heart. All else is forgotten We humans have such short memories

Amidst so much uncertanity and insecurity There is still some hope for prosperity No matter what I will always Love you Happy birth-day Pakistan

Somebody suggested I look good in black and white pictures How am I supposed to tell them when you lose all your colors the only colors remain are black and white

May be its the deprivation of just a thing or a person that can lead to depression. Because even if you have all the worldly blessings, the most desirable by humans , wealth , fame and love , can not bring you the little things that are not your destiny. The faith and believe that everything good or bad is from the Divine and that we are connected to the Lord even for our tiniest desires, play such an important role. It keeps you going in life. It keeps your spirits high in all ups and down. It keeps you away from suicide even in the worst condition. Robin William's suicide made me revise my faith in Allah SWT.

I find serenity when I am surrounded by beauty Thank You for being brutally and utterly beautiful

"I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul. In my degradation, I have not been so degraded but that the sight of you with your father, and of this home made such a home by you, has stirred old shadows that I thought had died out of me." — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities

We leave behind words When we go Fragrant enchanting words Powerful and effective words Hurtful and tearful words Tender and touching words Words will remain when we shall not

Few words said and few gestures made in past could have different meanings when you look back in time and think over. He was thinking over today. He had bought ticket for her to visit museum Del Prado, the largest art museum in Madrid. She did not want to go alone but no one in the family was interested and daniel did not have enough time. So she agreed to go alone while he was leaving home early to drop her to museum on his way to work. The museum was to open at 9:00 AM. On their way she noticed , Madrid roads were as busy and bustling with traffic as any other busy city around the world. A few traffic jams, horns and people hastily rushing towards their destination. He was driving quietly and she did not feel like distracting him, so without giving him any reason to feel disturbed, she kept looking around and also looking at him. He was looking handsome in a blue pinstripe shirt and his eyes were covered with shades, for the sun was high and shining. Suddenly she noticed she w...

Some familiar words a well read poem a repeatedly watched movie a favorite book An old song A special picture and Nostalgia!

The moon tonight is so beautifully mysterious enveloped by a halo half hiding half showing mildly mildly shining and secretly whispering

To separate or incorporate? Relating of an individual to various professional fields may have different perspectives. At times they may become confusing, at others they give you a wider horizon to think, accumulate and eventually express. Broadening your vision and thought processing.  Even then sometimes you want to find your individuality. Torn between the dominant field of health care and somewhat less prominent field of literature , at times I am in a fix how to separate or incorporate the two. Making myself comfortable in between. Seems its a never ending dilemma.

Sometimes some words you do not want to hear again yet they keep coming back Sometimes you want to run away for good but time and nature take you back into the same scenarios its like spinning all over and coming to the same point where  end-meets-beginning.

ہم جنھیں لوٹ کر نہیں آنا  کیا ہمیں دیکھنا نہ چاہو گے 

When you travel across different time zones your body clock  takes time to readjust. If you alter your sleep patterns it takes ages for you to return to old routine. How can this be strange if you grow used to a company and when they are no more around you need time to get back to normal. Human body and human mind are strange. But the human heart is the strangest 

At times in the middle of a night Waking up from a broken sleep You look for an unsent message Or a forgotten missed call That otherwise would never appear on your screen

If it was nothing special Then tell me why There are still echoes There is still ache

شام کے آخری کنارے پر  کچھ ذرا دیر روک کر سانسیں رات بھر بولتی رہی بارش  چاند ، بادل، ہوائیں اور بوندیں  خشک دھرتی کی اک مہک سوندھی لمس لے لے کے سر اٹھاتی رہی اک ملن کے سبھی گواہ ٹھہرے  پر یہاں ساری خوشبوؤں سے جڑے کچھ بدن تھے کہ جو نہیں بھیگے بوندیں لپٹیں بھی، چھو لیا بھی اگر کوئی سوندھی مہک نہیں جاگی ہجر لاحق جو مستقل ٹھہرا

Staggering walk extending over miles with aching feet and dried lips endless distance crossed over running into the timeless circle stopped for a breath to look back A hopeless ray bringing some hope For You too being in the distant land running a mile in the timeless circle may stop for a while and realize How the memories spill over and thus We both reach to a halt where the wavelength of feelings coincide.

Roots pull you back no matter what!