Silent Whispers - Revisited

Sometimes the wish to have controlled emotions is so strong, it saddens me deeply How do you control feelings? How do you stop them from going astray? Why do they make you so vulnerable? Why do they make you so weak?

When you wake-up to a morning like this a morning with all the ingredients to take your heart away with clouds flying and rain  showers whispering when wind is flowing and somewhere in your ears there are songs of rainy days besides being everything the heartache re-lives and makes you feel secluded amongst fellow humans The very moment you realize you still remember you are still in love.

Last night in the infrequent rain showers of Monsoon within the cycle of dreams and awakenings I kept listening to the resonance of your voice

Two things make me go more efficient 1. deadline 2. love How about that? (On a super crazy research project!)

At a late night tiresome moment When I am trying hard to finish one of important projects when I am drained out of all my energies Suddenly I am distracted by few bitter-sweet memories Either you ought to be here or you should leave alone my memories.

Weather transforms wind blows lightening flashes Raindrops fall loneliness worsens tenderness deepens Marks the beginning of a sleepless rainy night.

How come it's possible when You cross them closely and they remain in-effective?

Such short time together So many memories to nurture If we would have united since the beginning of times It would have taken me, seven lifetimes to  compose the memoirs

He began to paint us together And then he left it undone

I took a chance And then I met You The story never began before it ended.

What more one has to lose After seeing their true feelings Going into waste! 

In this holy night Amongst other prayers I prayed to be freed from this Pain of your missing  presence & the trauma of constant waiting For after a long time I need to be forgotten And to truly forget. 

When the tears in your eyes appear because your heart was broken by someone very closely related, you may need to hide them, for those tears can bring much aggression. But the same tears flowing down your cheeks when you confront the Almighty, may bring you more closer to Him. For he wouldn't repel you as human relations might do. That's the difference between human and divine connection.

They asked us to find it in odd nights , the Lailatul Qadr Is it only about one Holy night, I wonder? And why then a Night only? Why not a day? It is not merely a Night that has to be searched out It is not only one particular 'time and space' zone It is actually the search of the beloved It is also about the connection that has to be made with Him Why the night? A night has mystery and intrigue It arouses fascination It builds up connection It creates a bridge that goes beyond The norm of  physical communication It captivates the soul And generates tenderness So it is the seeking of  the beloved behind the curtains of the falling night And the holiness of this one night may bring forth the soul connection.

Sometimes it feels as if running after the footprints someone left behind, I lost my own route to life

There can be no peaceful city on this planet Earth than Madinah. Because the history of humanity never evidenced a more gentle, humble and soft hearten human being other than Prophet Muhammad SAW who chose this city as his final resting place. I yet have to see a man with such a delicate heart who cares and loves and protects and weeps and helps out his fellow humans as the Prophet did.

No letters or emails for that matter No written words or treasures No withering flowers in books No gifts or fragrance to linger No text or message in folder No sweet images together Lets leave no evidence behind of the memories we gathered Let our story be unheard And buried deep into the sand When we both happen to die Yet the only thing we may Leave behind us to endure Will be the lingering echoes Of our silent whispers.

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Its strange how we try to replace a lost company with other people, books, busy schedules, old friends, family ties and what-not odd enough to make us realize there are no replacements there is just this missing factor which remains.

With your head in my lap And my fingers in your hair Life would have had an Altogether different meaning.

    وہ    کراچی  ائیرپورٹ   پر اپنی فلائٹ  کے منتظر تھے جب  انہوں نے وہ فون کال رسیو کی. اس نمبر سے  آنے والی کال کا  جواب دینے میں  وہ  کبھی تاخیر نہیں کرتے تھے  "ڈیڈ " اس کی روتی ہوئی آواز نے ان کی سانس  روک دی " ہنی کیا ہوا میری جان ؟" اس طرح روتے ہوے تو انہوں نے اسے کبھی نہیں سنا تھا ، ان کی بیٹی تو بہت بہادر تھی ، وہ"   تو خود اسے دیکھ کر جینے کا حوصلہ کرتے تھے  وہ اس قدر  رو   رہی تھی کہ اس سے بولا بھی نہیں جا رہا تھا  "I lost her dad" "کون؟" کس کے بارے میں بات  کر رہی  ہو بیٹا" وہ اتنا تو جان گئے تھے کہ وہ اپنی کسی مریضہ کے بارے میں بتا رہی تھی  "میں اسے نہیں بچا سکی   ڈیڈ ، میں نے  بہت کوشش کی ، میں نے  اسے بہت  سمجھایا، وہ تو سمجھ گئی مگر اس کا شوہر ، اس نے اسے مار دیا اور میں اسے نہیں   بچا سکی وہ بے ربط بول رہی تھی ، اس کی آواز بکھر رہی تھی اور  احسن شاہ بخاری کا بس نہی...

There is this special glow to a face which belongs to a fasting Muslim. And only few can appreciate that.