Silent Whispers - Revisited

From the valley of a deep sleep someone may pull you back to this state of consciousness, if we grant them such powers  

Just when I pick up my cell phone time and again, aimlessly tonight in waiting for that one message which will not make it

Some moments are special like when well after midnight a moment when you should sleep and say goodnight all you want is to stay awake and be with him.

When I walk down the memory lane I want to remember only good times the smiles and laughter the fragrance and shelter the dreams that matter the warmth and love But then some how the heartbreaking days do also come back and the heart bleeds again for the painful memories are even stronger than the sweetest

It is as natural to miss you As it is to be with you It is as serene to hear your silence As it is to converse with you It is as enchanting to dream you As it is to sleep with you

“In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you. Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.”  ―   Nizar Qabbani

Distance is cruel It makes you feel helpless when you feel someone is in pain when you hear someone crying when you want to hug and you can not for there is distance of miles  in between you are debilitated because distance is cruel

Wish I could explain How one has to run away from so many belongings only to run away from Just one deep longing

Though I try to deny The impact of your absence It runs in blood Knocks on vessel wall And beats with each pulse

I looked for this image of a stair case which is leading into someones heart into the depth of someones soul I wrote a poem and felt elated but still something is badly missing I want it in a visual form in the form of a very expressive colorful painting Or may be out there in this big world its already present as a masterpiece and may be one day I will get to see this with my own eyes!!

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Stepping down the curved staircase In the depths of your being Sometimes at a slow pace and at others running hurriedly In search of that luminosity At the end of the tunnel Gradually, slowly, subconsciously I went on discovering your hidden secrets The tenderness, softness and sunshine The spark, brightness and confines The smiles in pain, the silence that remains I went on exploring with the thirst that prevails Only to discover that down the curved staircase Leading into the depths of your being I already had lost myself

And the moment when you find out the reason for your restless days and peaceful nights Is the same!

وہ کچھ وقت  جو گزر گیا  گزارا نہیں  وہ ایک نام  جو سوچا بہت    پکارا نہیں  وہ ایک شخص  جو سمندر تھا  کنارہ نہیں  وہ ایک ربط  جو ہم میں رہا   دوبارہ نہیں 

زرینہ اسے اپنے ساتھ زبردستی  بڑے ہسپتال  لے  آئی تھی ، پتا نہیں کیوں اسے  یقین تھا کہ ڈاکٹرنی ضرور ان کی مدد کرے گی اور اس کے ہاتھوں زیبی گل کو شفا  نصیب ہوگی  وہ وارڈ  کا راؤنڈ  لے کر  فارغ ہوئی ہی تھی جب اسے معلوم ہوا کہ کوئی مریضہ ایمرجنسی میں لائی  گئی ہے . اور زیبی گل کو دیکھ کر جیسے اس نے اپنا دل تھاما تھا  "میں نے تمھیں سمجھایا بھی تھا  زیبی گل " وہ صدمے کے مارے اتنا ہی کہ پائی." وہ بہت تشویش ناک صورت حال سے گزر رہی تھی ، ڈاکٹر زینیا شاہ کو یہ اندازہ کرنے میں چند منٹس ہی   لگے تھے  اسےداخل  کر لیا گیا تھا ،ڈرپ  لگوا کر کچھ  انجکشن اس کے خون میں داخل کر دیے گئے تھے ، وہ جو کر سکتی تھی کر رہی تھی ، مگر یہ سب حل تو نہیں تھا  اس نے زیبی گل کو روتے ہوے دیکھا تو اس کے پاس چلی آئی  "کیوں خود پرظلم  کیا   زیبی گل؟" "وہ دوسری شادی کر لیتا ڈاکٹر " اس کی اردو کچھ ٹوٹی پھوٹی سی تھی " "وہ تو ویسے بھی کر لے گا جب اس نے کرنی ہوئ...

Thinking of someone bringing tenderness. Seeing someone brings a tug at your heart The moment that you miss becomes a special moment. Then you know the search has ended Then you know you have to stop.

I'm not preserving myself through my writings I'm preserving you. And the irony is you will never know.

Driving energy when weak seeking peace when in trouble Feeling relief when in pain Uttering words when silent All for merely one connection Of love and being loved

I do not understand the psychology of a warm hug but I know I need it badly at this moment

Strange longings strange moments when desire sleeps when hope burns when thinking snooze when feeling arouse when eyes shutter when dreams relive

چند برس گزرے ہیں جب کسی آہٹ کے منتظر لمحوں میں سانس بڑھنے لگتی تھی دل ہمکتا جاتا تھا سوچ کی زمینوں پر پھول کھلنے لگتے تھے بے قراری کے سب پل چین دینے لگتے تھے آج تمہاری آہٹ پر سانس بڑھتی دیکھی تو یوں گماں ہوا جیسے بیقراری کے سب پل چین بن کر اترے ہیں کیا چند برس ہی گزرے ہیں؟ نازش امین

اجنبی سا ایک موسم ، ایک بے موسم سی شام  جب اسے آنا  نہیں تھا، جب اسے آنا بھی تھا 

I know I have lost my words but I also know You will bring them back to me