Silent Whispers - Revisited

Strange were those days, when the grass were greener and the sun was even more brighter, when the moon had a halo,which reflected onto the window panes And the evening wind blew only for the two strolling along the lake When every song old or new,  melted the already tender hearts When poetry was blooming and the stories were marking histories Strange were those days, when the times were merciful, and the moments were eternal.

The kind of loneliness you suffer when you are surrounded by a bunch of all kind of people and still you are secluded Un-explainable aloofness When you feel yet can not express When you think yet can not think aloud When you live but actually not alive.

looking back at the words that were transformed into sweet poems and classy stories How I wonder , was it myself writing with such vibrancy for now I don't find them, anywhere neither words, nor feelings All is lost, all is gone

Ask me What is self produced isolation. In a crowded hall full of activities sits a solitary self. Thinking and feeling. Wondering about life. 

And when you are exhausted after fighting so many battles on different fronts all by yourself All you need is a comforting circle of arms and a wide shoulder to cry on .

O Allah, why then those who recite Quran have their hearts hardened? I ask for you mercy, for it is You who could help me and nobody else.

Some days are brutal They show you the ugly face of someone you thought you knew well for so many years And they are brutal because they bring about a deep piercing pain The deepest pain is of being misunderstood! 

When we attempt to modify our body clock to a different time pattern, it resists. But this resistance is surely lesser than modification of heart, thought process and an endeavor for leaving behind past and looking for new prospective, 

Such strange noise it had this winter rain spreading a deep silence all inside me

When all it needs is a delete button If published, those could be best-sellers! And lets erase those days too That's something I am looking forward to

Some days are sad For unidentified reasons

The most precious memories are preserved not in images but behind the eyes in the memory cells. All you need is to close eyes. https://soundcloud.com/abbaswasti/roz-roz-ankhoon-talay

Its difficult to disconnect from The walls and roof and windows Of a home you lived in for so long Its more like a lost love, where You don't know the depth of connection Until the hour of separation Sometimes its an image which forms words and builds up a poem. This image stirred something deep in me, May be its the unseen connection that I have with sir Mustansar Hussain Tarar, where we speak and understand even without communication. So I dedicate this poem to him.

I was penning down a secret chapter of my life Which was known to only the two characters who were playing lovers And they played so well for at least a while They themselves believed it was nothing but love And then in the middle of it all One of the characters vanished The pen stopped writing further Until they were to meet again

Some pains wouldn't go away until a pain killer is taken. And some pains on the other hand are so dear, we deliberately avoid to take pain killers.

Nothing remains undone or so it seems Still something's missing or so it feels

Such frenzy it was These last few months were so hectic, I feared at times that they would never end I was disconnected from my own self and running aimlessly towards just one aim, to get my thesis and exam done. And that also passed, that phase of utter stress. This year made me fragile and weak and attacked my immune system, it made me fall sick far more times than I used to be in previous years, It made me weep and break down also. There were times when I was not happy even at the happiest moments and some big achievements did not bring me any satisfaction Life is strange, it plays strange games. There were times when I thought I would enjoy life after getting over with exam. But astonishingly it has left a bad taste in mouth and left me with this numbness that I feel in my nerves and my feelings, A lock over my words and a barricade over the flow of my thoughts. And I feel nothing Not even pain And all I am left with this numbness I never knew.