Silent Whispers - Revisited

 میں اس خوف سے تم تلک نہیں آ سکتی  کہ میں جب آئ تو وہ بھی آ جائے گی

 Do not look back Do not go back in time Do not look into old mail, messages and memories You will turn into a sculpture carved out of stone Your breaths will halt your heartbeats will be shattered Your feelings will reawaken you will take the footsteps on the path which you left behind to move ahead Do not look back Do not go back to the pain  Do not dream that things will be  as you always have wished them to be life and Reality is still harsh Nothing has changed those who went away, are gone  do not call them back for even if they return you will only receive then in halves they will never be yours again!

 محبت کا قرض تو شاید کبھی اتارا جا سکے مگر وفا کے قرض اتارنا نا ممکن ہوتا ہے  محبت کرنا بہت آسان اور وفا نبھانا انتہائی کٹھن یاد رکھنا  تم پر میری وفا کا قرض ہے 

 What is love without loyalty? What is truth if its hiding the betrayal? What is trust if it’s so easily broken? And by those who were the most trustworthy relations!

 وہ دکھ بہت عظیم ہوتے ہیں جو آپ کو طویل خاموشی عطا کرتے ہیں  یوں جیسے آپ سن رہے ہیں مگر بول نہیں سکتے  یو ں جیسے آپ  دیکھ رہے ہیں مگر محسوس نہیں کر سکتے  یوں جیسے آپ زندہ ہیں مگر آپ پر موت کاسکتہ طاری ہے

 کبھی خاموش چیخیں سنی ہیں ؟  کبھی ان دیکھے آنسو بہائے ہیں ؟  کبھی بے آواز بین کیا ہے؟  کبھی اپنا کوئ گنوایا ہے؟  کبھی جیتی جاگتی لاش دیکھی ہے نہیں نا؟ خدا کرے کبھی نہ دیکھو  خدا کرے اس اذیت سے کبھی نہ گزرو

 At times I feel what a blessing it would be if we had the power to erase certain parts of our memory from our brain. When and what we wanted to.  The pain doesn't go away. It never does. but gradually it settles under the dust of time. it keeps re-emerging though.  The pain of considering illusion a reality the pain of believing the falsehood to be the truth And not for a month or two but over a span of a decade. The pain is proportional to the duration of connection, that remained.  And its also is proportional to how it all vanished.  It also is related to how people change, without your expecting them to be changed, suddenly , you are facing a stranger. Who, once claimed to be yours, is now a complete stranger. The reality hits hard when you come out of your illusion where every thing was good and sweet and charming. It hits so hard to see the flashes of light striking your mind.  To know it wasn't worth anything in the end you stand alone with your emp...