ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے


ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے ؛
دل کی بنجر دھرتی کو ، ساون کو قید کرنے میں ،
ساحل کی نم ریت کو ، لہروں کو پاس بلانے میں ،
گزری رت کے دھچکوں کو ، ساکت و ساکن ہونے میں ،
ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے ؛
تمہے بھول جانے میں ، نیے چراغ جلانے میں ،
محبّت کی روٹھی دیوی کو ، پھر سے پیار سکھانے میں ،
زندگی کے رنگوں کو ، نیئی دھنک بنانے میں ،
ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے ؛
تنہا سلگتی یادوں کو ، پھر سے جھٹلانے میں ،
ناتمام حسرتوں کی آخری شممیں بجھانے میں ،
وصل کی رہوں کے ، بجھتے چراغ بجھانے میں ،
ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے ؛
آنکھوں سے بہتی ندیا کو ، اب سوکھ جانے میں ،
درد سے بلکتے وجود کی ، راحت کو لوٹ کر آنے میں ،
خاموشی کی محفل کو ، الفاظ کا چناؤ کرنے میں ،
ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے ؛
ہر دعآ کے لوٹنے میں ، قبولیت کی سعادت پانے میں ،
تمہارے لوٹ کر آنے اور پھر تمہے لوٹانے میں ،
تہی داماں تہی دست ، قرب کی پیاس جگانے میں ،
مل کر بھی مل نہ پاے ، یوں تمہے چھوڑ جانے میں ،
ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے ؛
بےمراد اداسی کا لبادہ اتارنے میں ،
سسکتے لمحوں کی قبر پر ، آخری پھول چڑھانے میں ،
جدائی کا آخری لمحہ ، ہنس کر بتانے میں ،
ابھی کچھ دن لگیں گے !

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Riddle !


When I lost my faith,

Tear off mask, kill inertia,

When all seem quiet,

The baffled emotions, ruptured maze,

Eradicated ugliness,

Penchant waves hide the fright,

My loath actions moved ahead,

In the darkness of light,

Fringing sights seem oblivious,

They never died nor hide,

But my faithless eyes,

Lost all colors, still all glare white,

Mystery remains unread, undisclosed,

Magical sphere enclosed my existence,

Transparent and deep, engraving sight,

Yet I am open to read,

Unfortunately the misunderstanding of all,

Rusted locks never unlock,

Far mystical visions which remain unseen,

To their easiness, I am alive slight,

Dead souls don’t need world, neither it’s bright!

Chapter of Life


Retiring from old tasks and moving ahead whilst realizing the quality of time, one always collect reminiscence of ages to keep for future reminders if it might be required in the heading times where one recall may bounce ones back and era seems strange with mystical faces and radical expressions.

This is how everything steps up, closing doors behind or keeps windows open for the light to cross through but past surroundings must always remain behind, unfortunately leave the space for total new change and new developers which one adopts without hesitance; on the other way, mold himself unconsciously according to the vessel. Nevertheless future is always occupied by the advancement.

But left journey consumes worthiest pleasures and plantation of feelings which couldn’t be substituted or replaced but encloses in one complete chapter. All those chapters comprise the book. Book of ……. !

Wreck Soul !


Though I smile, giggle else laugh,

Hedges are cut and trimmed;

The way they never were before,

But; Inside spirit lost,

Dead emotions, sobbing love,

The volume high, thy silent roar,

Death is far apart,

Glow fainted in fog,

Bar ; Soul is hardened,

Ice; No but Cemented shore,

The Rock unbreakable,

Thy; body left stanch frozen whore!

Lost A Girl !


Is it me???

This question is continuously pondering in my head since days that I have lost what I was, what I am and what I would like to be. I am no more “I”.

Eventually I have lost the sight what I was and how I was. Time flew as always it does and I couldn’t figured out the changes brought up in me; totally new “ME” was developed but I myself couldn’t judge the speedy transformation which caused the emergence of unknown and unfamiliar. Nevertheless, all happened not in a blink of an eye but gradually.

Who I am and Why? It’s not me and never was. I am speechless upon my new existence. Where am I lost and when it happened, how I couldn’t stop being the new one. Why am I keeping sign boards and why I lost myself cause of none other than PEOPLE?

A shy little girl, silent and blush on little jokes. Always hiding behind Maa’s back, kept the box of tiny flowery dreams and hides them from everyone’s sight. Like to wear bangles, frawks, bubbly bands. Decorated doll house with little dolls and stars, coffee cups and butter cakes. SENSITIVE & SENTIMENTAL. Caring, loving, loyal, sympathetic, down to earth, humble and LAUGH OUT LOUD.

When did I see her the last time? Aaaammmmmmmmm…. Unfortunately don’t remember.

Isn’t it saddening?

Ae Dil e Nadan


Surfing through the youtube and got stuck on the song which i listened hundreds of times but the moment I felt the voice of my own.

Got nothing to write so sharing it here, the song would have been heard by almost everyone number of times but I am feeling to post it for NO REASON and SO MANY REASONS…

I MY Child


Little fairy on the ground,

Closed Wings as angel fly down,

Eyes wide absorbing the shine,

Dreams ahead; free but never bound,

Flowers, fragrance, fruity Musk,

Sensation, Sentiments, Solitude; All over sound,

Angel face carrying innocent Smile,

Collecting Silver box; thoughts filled profound,

Dazzling Wishes, Sparkling Omens, Winged joys,

All transparent, All silvery; Mermaid abound,

If none and never a princess found,

Look inside; sitting beside Heart’s wound!