The strokes of the Maestro, As He paints the scene, With colors that melt, And blend perfectly, The sun rays gently kiss the flowers, Shy, they bloom in different shades, The wind whispers to the leaves, Teasing, like a secret is conveyed, Enchanted by their reflection, Back and forth even the ocean swayed, So beautiful, …
Listen closely, There is a song your heart hums, It needs no words, Nor a perfect rhythm, Let your heart play it’s tune, Every note a petal, A flower, Let it bloom, And when your fingers play the keys, Dedicate your music, Let it be all for me …
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Over the hum and grind of the machines, people chattered away nonchalantly enjoying their steamy cup of joe. Our meeting was bland and dark. It’s hard to believe there was a time I used to talk his ear off. We were together ages ago and when …
Inspired by Randomly Abstract’s post, I decided to take part in this week’s Photo Challenge. This week, show us a photo of whatever you’d like, but make sure it’s saturated. It can be black and white, a single color, a few hues, or a complete rainbow riot; just make sure it’s rich and powerful. A …
One of my closest (read: demetend, retarded) friend wrote this and ofcourse had to share it with me. When I read it today after so many years I almost fell off the chair laughing. Read at your own risk :P Ohhhhhh khochee, mein tujh pe qurbaan, Teri neeli zulfein aur kaali zabaan! Ohh meri laila …
I read something on Twitter and it got me thinking. Shocking, I know but watcha gonna do? So, back to my thinking before it goes haywire. Why do people want a perfect romance? The thing about perfect, well, it’s easily ruined. One mistake, one bad call, one fight and poof perfect is gone! And then …
They were there, the pieces. They were always there and they just wouldn’t go away. She tried to ignore them. She really tried. Sometimes, she sat for hours and stared at them until it was no longer possible. And one day she knew it was time. So, she started putting them back together. One by …
The other day I stumbled upon this ayah from Surah Al-i’Imran and I felt a sense of peace that cannot be put into words: “You shall not attain righteousness until you spend out1of what you love (in the way of Allah).” ~ (Quran 3:92) I googled and found this commentary on the verse: The real …
He was a stranger, Just a face in the crowd, His words did not matter, His silence didn’t shout, But you, You were my own, Closest to my heart, Your silence cut me deeper, Your words tore me apart, Before I faded, Became a shadow of the past, I realised, You are now a different …
They say you shouldn’t live in the past, But I visit often, For hours I debate, The rights and the wrongs, I fantasize about the life I will not live, No choices were there I had to move on, In the chaos of my decisions, I sit till darkness engulfs me, But no longer it …
Jab mai choti bachi thi, Mann ki bilkul sachi thi, Aqal se thori kachi thi, Jab mai choti bachi thi. Har waqt khaila karti thi, Tehri roti baila karti thi, Bhaiyyon ko khoob satati thi, Phir un se maar bhi khaati thi, Jab mai choti bachi thi. School janay ki thi shoqeen, Parhai, dost aur …
Drip, drip, drip. It was one swift movement, Across her wrist, The warmth flowed, Down her fingertips, Finally! A smile touched her lips, She had let go of the pain, She welcomed the dark abyss, For once, It was not within her, Her body lay limp on the cold floor, Her lifeless eyes, Stared at …
My dear Umme Aiman, We already miss you, sweetheart. I know you are strolling in a garden somewhere playing with other beautiful kids like yourself, being watched over by angels and with much better people to take care of you. I wish you had stayed longer though. You were loved and cherished while you lived, …
I look into the hollow eyes, Where once dreams danced, Into the darkness of the hurt souls, I glance, They speak to me volumes, Oblivious, The world lives on,
I am not perfect. I can’t always be strong. There are times when I want to be weak. I want to be angry. I want to yell, so someone has no choice but to listen. There are times when I want to be unreasonable, so someone else can make excuses for me. Times when I …
When your face, Is the only face you see, Your voice is the, Only sound you hear, The walls start to, Close in on you, Trapped within yourself, The suffocation, The helplessness, paralyzes you. In frustration, I let the tears fall, Though it clears my vision, I fail to make sense of it all, And …
Hina, The fragrance that doesn’t stay, The color that fades away, Beauty at its best, But that, Which doesn’t belong …
Some people just jump into your life… out of nowhere, when you least expect them to! Like little kids hiding behind a door waiting to ‘surprise‘ a friend, catching them off-guard, scaring the bloody crap outta them, making their heart pump blood to thrice its speed and for a second everything stops. The silence is …
In the darkness I whisper, Meaningless words, Not to be known, Not to be heard, The secrets that, Reside in my heart, I share myself, From the start.
Wafa tum na dekho ge hargiz kisi mai, Zamana woh aisa qareeb araha hai, Hifazat karo apney iman o deen ki, Zamana woh aisa ajeeb araha hai… إِنَّا لِلّهِ وَإِنَّـا إِلَيْهِ رَاجِعون Junaid Jamshed was finally laid to rest yesterday. I wanted to write something about him since the day he left us. I am … Continue reading
آج آئینے میں اپنا عکس دیکھتے ہوئے احساس ہوا كے خود کو کسی اور کی نظر سے دیکھو تو اپنا بے رونق چہرہ بھی خوبصورت لگنے لگتا ہے . انسان خود خاص نہیں ہوتا کسی کی نظر اسے خاص بناتی ہے . ایک طویل عرصے كے بعد وہ اور میں آج ایک دوسرے كے رو … Continue reading
Broken spirits, Prisoners of the past, Heads hanging in shame, Trying to hide their ugliness, Only themselves they blame. They wear their scars, Like chains around their neck, Hand tied together, Feet held back. My soul maybe wounded, But my courage soars high, I will not follow their fate, I refuse to be a prisoner, … Continue reading
My Story – originally published in youThink magazine in 2012. My name is Hina. I am 26 years old. At the age of 12, I was diagnosed with abscess (pus collection) in my spinal cord which damaged some nerves due to which I was paralyzed from the waist below. It was like the lower part … Continue reading
ارادوں سے وقت بدلے جاتے ہیں بدلتے وقت کے ساتھ ارادے نہیں. وہ اسے زمین پر چلنے کے آداب سکھاتے رہے جو آسمان کی اونچائیوں میں اڑنے کیلئے بنا تھا. جسکی منزل چاند ہو وہ زمین پر آخر کیونکر ٹھوکر کھائے گا Continue reading
Be free, Spread your wings, And sing the song, Of spring … Continue reading
Words are lost, Tears dried up, All that is left, Are the mementos, Of the illusion, I called, Love. Continue reading
Love, Smile, Hope, Raindrops, Comfort, And someone to share, A coffee with, Under the warm blanket … Continue reading
My daughter, my princess, Open your eyes, Please speak to me, Don’t make your Baba cry. Not long ago, I had welcomed you in my life, It’s not your time to go, O please wake up! Don’t make your Baba cry. I hold your lifeless body, As the Israeli airstrikes, Continue to … Continue reading
Our children, Forgive us, You became victims of hate, But we are Palestinians, And this is our fate, We’ve bid too many farewells, And dug too many graves, But it seems there is no end to, The innocent blood that Israel craves. Our tears never dry, Our hearts always ache, The noor of our … Continue reading
Comes Ramadan or Ramzan, Ramazan or.. wait that’s a separate issue. Haan tau Ramadan atay hi ye jo elite makhlooq hai apna pasandeeda sawal le ke baith jatay hain, “why be a pious Muslim only in Ramadan?” aur apni elitness zara mazeed jhaarne k liye some follow it with “not that anything is wrong with … Continue reading
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.” ― Oscar Wilde, Lady Windermere’s Fan I don’t understand why people choose to lead miserable lives. No, I am not undermining your struggle or your pain or whatever tough situation you’ve been in, neither am I asking you to laugh … Continue reading
He tucked my hair behind my ear and gently stroked my cheek. “You can tell me anything love… ” “Anything?” I asked. “Anything.” He smiled. I turned around and walked towards the window. Quietly, I stare at the sky. I can feel his gaze.. feel the unspoken questions that linger in the room. I have … Continue reading
Originally posted on Dreamer Meets World:
Remember the time when owning a cordless was the coolest thing ever? Cricket had just become a national craze and Imran Khan a living legend; Atari and Nintendo were the next coolest thing to a Ferrari – not to mention shooting a duck with an actual gun on your…
وہ کسی آشنا کا چہرہ نہیں دیکھنا چاہتی تھی . پر اِس وقت وہ اسکے سامنے تھا . آخر نظر انداز کرتی بھی تو کیسے ؟ اسے آج بھی یاد ہے جب وہ ملے تھے . وہ ایک معصوم کلی کی سی تھی اور وہ سورج کی کرنوں کی طرح اسکی زندگی میں آ کر اسکے … Continue reading
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