Silent Whispers - Revisited

Sometimes even the prospect of happiness bring forth a fear of accompanying sadness. Why is it so difficult to be happy?

some words are impossible like always some words are tricky like remember some words are stubborn like forget-me-not some words are shallow like trust me some words are eternal like I'm here some words are risky like I love you some words are unsaid like tears some words are forever like your name.

Thought I was forgetting bit by bit, as the days passing all smiles and tears all insane conversations all desires and attractions about you and about us and then out of no where a poem, a few words an image. arrives as reminder as if to make sure I am still there where I was.

Heavy eye lids couldn't be lifted As though they had been Sealed by the beloved In a good-night kiss

Sometimes we give so much into those feelings that they seem strange to us,looking back from a distance, As if it was a remote memory. As if it was a state of drunkenness. But it was not, or else the memory wouldn't have been as crystal clear.

Waiting Anywhere For anything Is not easy! 

Knocked at each door looking inside all  slits and windows to see if some other being, could help to remove the shadow, that over looming shadow you have onto me.

I wonder if you noticed This morning The streaks of my tears On your pillow 

کچھ ربط ، رابطوں سے بڑھ  کر ہوتے ہیں ، ان کے لئے سہارے تلاشنے نہیں پڑتے  

Find me in the falling leaves dispersed in various shades of autumn Find me in the wind that blows from my land towards yours Find me in the fragrance on your skin, where I left some imprints Find me in the coffee fumes we never happened to share together Find me in the colors of your brush for you wouldn't know of all my favorite shades Find me in words I wrote, as they were meant for you alone.

Wishing it was only a niģhtmare and nothing more

Couldn't find out what allured me towards you but since then there is only way, your way. Couldn't still know what persuades me for returning towards you each time I plan to run away. And as if this life is a pendulum oscillating between goings and returning.

Less often I come across such lovely piece of poetry worth re-reading. تاریکی کا بھید کھلے اور تو آئے دیواروں پر دھوپ پڑے اور تو آئے خاموشی کےلحن میں آنکھیں بات کریں ان دیکھی تصویر بنے اور تو آئے چھم چھم بارش برسے ترسے کھیتوں پر سوندھی سی خوشبو آئے اور تو آئے تو آئے اور آنگن آنگن روشنی هو روشنیوں کی نهر بهے اورتو آئے خوشحالی کے گیت سنائیں ناچیں، گائیں شادابی کا شهد گھلے اور تو آئے روز امید کا دیا جلاؤں ،سو جاؤں  صبح سویرے آنکھ کھلے اور تو آئے لفظوں کی مزدوری کرتے دن گزرے شام ڈھلے،پھر دیا جلے، اور تو آئے حماد نیازی

From roaring crowds to a selected few, from randomization to optimization, from everywhere to specific there, from seemingly nice to exceedingly rare, I have transformed. The age , as it is passing on, moving forward, has let me set standardization , for who I meet and whom I like to be with. From collections to selections, I have stepped down to selections and trying to know ways to preserve them. I have changed, I have grown stubborn, I do not look for people, for goodness, for beauty. For years I have been looking for them. Now they come running down towards me and I enjoy waiting for them, just waiting, no chasing. for I have learned, though the hard way, what is destined to be mine, will be mine, eventually. I did not know, this patience would grow inside me, but it has. Life is full of surprises!!

And now this twisted ankle Ask me what blessing it is to walk normally!

There are two exhausting phases in life One, when your mind gives up yet your body drags on That's called Physical exhaustion Other, when your mind gives up yet your heart drags on That's called Love

What is this helplessness  In these odd moments  Whenever I seek an escape  I end up thinking of you. 

When body demands sleep as every bone screams when mind wouldn't agree as it avoids dreams When nothing persists but nothingness when words fly in emptiness then only arises a poem in all its tenderness.

And I thought its been so long, so long that the voice becomes a whisper and the face turns into a shadow as the dreams changes their form and the seasons come and go the words begin to fade and the love? the love stands still holding breath, in waiting in these uncertain times there comes a night which makes your memories, alive.

I'm not a born princess who used to wake up feeling a pea in her bed Then why would I wake up feeling a hidden hairpin in my hair May be if I were born in some other times I would have had a chance! 

The world was the same arrogant, affluent and cruel It still is the same in the phase when you and I exist, at one moment in time It will remain the same when you and I will not be a happening part of it, with a slight difference though, It will miss having, Our fabulous story.