Silent Whispers - Revisited

Lets not hate men for being flirt, vamp, player, seducer or even heart-breaker. Lets blame women for being naive, ordinary, silly, deluded and dreamer.

When you are in pain, not many people notice. Then there are people who notice but ignore Along with a very few who notice and show concern But rare are those who see you in pain and want to reach out and help. Count them on fingers because you are truly loved only when you are surrounded by these rare people.

In the middle of a restless night sometimes its a piercing physical pain that wakes you up when you are helpless lying in bed not knowing how to reach for your medicine. when it seems you can not even dare to turn to another side as it may worsen the pain. when even if someone is sleeping next to you, you don't want to wake them up and ask for help. that's the moment of revelation that there is just one divine force who is there for you, giving you the energy to move, fetch your medicine, relieve you of pain. That is when we realize it was Him who gives us pain in the first place, to flinch, to weep, to bear. This bearing makes us stronger, this weeping makes us go on and smile again. A night is one of the most beautiful gifts granted to us, for it makes us closer to the ones we love. Be it the worldly relations or the supreme connection. So in pain tonight, I found Him, And in pain tonight, I found the courage to move on.

There is nothing but silence That travels from me to you Yet there is a resonance of feelings Creating soulful vibrations Through the wires of silence Tuning us both to one rhythm If you are there to hear

I do not ask for things in return. I never do. May be I am too egoistic for that matter. But then things, favors, blessings, relation, love, kindness and people come to me naturally when they are meant to. Just like one day you came to me. Or may be more than once? out of nowhere, as if it was a new music that my ears never heard of. A new book that I never had an idea about. A new painting that was hidden somewhere in a museum. A new star that began to shine on my horizon. A new color that I never wore before. A new shade that I painted my lips with. As if my heart was beating since ever but it changed its rhythm the day I found you. A new rhythm. And whenever I look back and try to figure out what it may have been, I fail to understand. The only thing that I realize is, its a once-in-a lifetime thing. It may not remain forever, but it will not happen again. And it does not happen to people every day. And it does not happen to people even once. Though I do

Why do we have to wait for all important things in life, I wonder? As if the time ticking slows down when the wait is going on. As if that very important email would never make it to our inbox in time. As if nothing would happen as we anticipate!

Sometimes life seems so colorless every effort to fill it with rainbow ends up in black and white.

اور جب اتنے دن بعد   لکھنے لگوں تو  یوں لگتا ہے جیسے کچھ    رکھ کر  کہیں بھول گئی ہوں  ویسے ہی جیسے  ایک  سرد سی اماؤس کی رات میں  وقت کی کتاب کے صفحوں  کے درمیان کہیں  تمہیں نشانی بنا کر  شیلف کے کسی کونے میں  سنبھال کر  رکھا تھا  کتاب تو ڈھونڈ لی ہے پر  وہ نشانی لگا صفحہ  مجھ سے  کھو گیا ہے 

When your heart becomes the grave of your secrets, that desire of yours will be gained more quickly. The prophet said that anyone who keeps secret his inmost thought will soon attain the object of his desire. When seeds are buried in the earth, their inward secrets become the flourishing garden. ~ Mevlana Rumi When I am with you, we stay up all night. When you are not here, I cannot go to sleep. Praise God for these two insomnias and the difference between them. ~ Mevlana Rumi The rain-weeping and the sun burning twine together to make us grow. Keep your intelligence white-hot and your grief glistening, so your life will stay fresh. Cry easily like a little child. ~ Mevlana Rumi

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“A star falls from the sky and into your hands. Then it seeps through your veins and swims inside your blood and becomes every part of you. And then you have to put it back into the sky. And it's the most painful thing you'll ever have to do and that you've ever done. But what's yours is yours. Whether it’s up in the sky or here in your hands. And one day, it'll fall from the sky and hit you in the head real hard and that time, you won't have to put it back in the sky again.” ― C. JoyBell C.

If you could notice The restlessness of waves Even though they go back After hugging the beach sand The separation between them Is only a matter of moments Yet the waves rush back As hungrily as they could Time and again, to the beloved If you could notice this Then you may not need to Wonder about my restlessness

Someone somewhere in some other times must have thrown a prayer towards sky, for me The reason for me to stay restless and sleepless always and forever

Clouds covered sky Spread like a canopy Bits of rain showers Here and there As the enormous waves Touch and then leave The smooth sands of beach My walking foot struck A floating, tightly capped bottle As I picked up and noticed It had a white paper inside Message in a bottle? The message I knew somehow Would come to me someday With curiosity shaking each Of my nerve endings I uncapped it and unfolded The paper with care To my surprising eyes It was all clean No shades of colours No traces of words No sketch or painting May be in a hurry You forgot to write What you intended to.

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I never ask you why do you have to go I never beg you to stay you may leave as you so often do But why did you take all my words away?

When my readers complain , and so often they do, that my stories do not make a happy end. They sometimes argue with me to great length. I only give them a smile because I can not explain them the lesson I  learnt the hard way. "There are no happy endings. there are just losses and lessons". 

I saw a dream a few days ago.  And it kept me disturbed for many days. I didn't know then that a dream may have such a strong impact. But what if you see someone you love so dearly in someone else's arms and admitting that they have finally found the love of their life. Wouldn't it shatter you? I tried to forget but it wouldn't go. And now I know it was a true dream. It was a sign. An omen. It came to tell me,  our paths have separated. It came to tell me I have finally lost you.