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Wednesday, October 30, 2019

Much love, light and peace.


I share whatever I like, to leave something behind. To comfort a broken heart. So please don't ask me to promote anything.

Art is not a commodity. Art is valuable, even if nobody like or appreciate it. So make art for yourself.

Much love, light and peace.

- D



Tuesday, October 29, 2019

میں تو اپنے ہونٹوں پہ لیے مسکان کھڑا تھا



میں تو اپنے ہونٹوں پہ لیے مسکان کھڑا تھا
پھر عکس کیوں آئینے میں پریشان کھڑا تھا؟

ذندگی دنیا کے رواجوں میں گزر رہی تھی
خدا تب یاد آیا جب سامنے طوفان کھڑا تھا

تم نے بھی ہنستی ہوئی تصویر پہ اعتبار کر لیا؟
نہ سمجھا کہ اس میں بکھرا ہوا انسان کھڑا تھا

جس کانچ کے دل کو رکھ کر تم نے پتھر کے خواب دیکھے
اس کے ٹوٹ جانے پر کیوں اب حیران کھڑا تھا؟

اپنی بےوفائی کو مجبوریوں کا رنگ دے کر
کتنی ہمت سے وہ خوبرو بےایمان کھڑا تھا

میرے اشعار کو فقط خیالات جانا اس نے
سب جان کر وہ کیسے انجان کھڑا تھا

ندی کے اس پار بھی کسی کی خاموشی چیختی تھی
شاید اس پار بھی مجھ سا کوئی نعمان کھڑا تھا



Monday, October 28, 2019

دنیا کو خوش کرنے کے لیے کبھی بھی رب کی نافرمانی نہ کریں



دنیا کو خوش کرنے کے لیے کبھی بھی رب کی نافرمانی نہ کریں___ یقین جانیے___ جس دنیا کو خوش کرنے کے لیے اُس ذاتِ برحق کو اور اسکے احکامات کو بھول جاتے ہیں____ وہی دنیا آپ کو ایک ہی پل میں پستیوں میں جا پھینکتی ہے___  ____
!یہ دنیا کسی کی قدر نہیں کرتی___وللہِ نہیں کرتی
اس لیے اس ذات کی بات کو فوقیت دیں جو 'قدردان' ہے___ آپ ناقدری سے بچا لیے جائیں گے
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اللہ پاک ہماری رہنمائی فرمائے آمین
___!





Sunday, October 27, 2019

یہ بھی تو ممکن ہے


یہ بھی تو ممکن ہے کہ میرے لفظوں کہ ذریعے تم جتنا مجھے جان پائے ہو سب جھوٹ ہو؟؟
سب فسانہ ہو؟؟
حقیقت کچھ اور ہو
!!!



موسم نے بدلنا شروع کر دیا ہے



سُنو
 ،موسم نے بدلنا شروع کر دیا ہے
اب آسمان کو شام کی چادر اوُڑھنے کی بہت جلدی ہونے لگی ہے۔۔۔
آہستہ آہستہ... راتیں طویل ہو جائیں گی اور دن چھوٹے
جاڑے کی رات
!......تم جانتے ہو نا
کیسی خاموشی اور ویرانی ہوتی ہے ان راتوں میں
کیا کرؤ گے تم
جب یہ خامشی تمہارے اندر شور کرے گی تو؟؟؟
اپنےگھر کی چھوٹی سی دیوار پر بیٹھ کر
جب تم زمین کو دیکھو گے تو کس سے گفتگو کرو گے؟؟
جب تمہیں اپنے دل کی دھڑکن صاف سُنائی دے گی تو کیا اُس میں میرا نام نہ ہو گا؟؟؟
سُنو
اس بار تم مجھ سے نہیں
بلکہ اس بار تم میری
....باتیں کرنا
فضا میں گونجتی اس خاموشی کو
تم ہماری داستان سُنانا
لازوال محبت کی داستان
!!......بے مثال ہجر کی داستان




دِل چاہے پھِر سے ہنسنا



دِل چاہے پھِر سے ہنسنا
پر دِن پُرانے کہاں سے لاؤں۔۔۔۔

من چاہے بارش میں رونا
اب ہر روز بارِش کہاں سے لاؤں۔۔۔۔۔



کبھی سوچتی ہوں کہ چپ رہوں



کبھی سوچتی ہوں کہ چپ رہوں
یونہی دھیرے دھیرے گزار دوں

کبھی سوچتی ھوں کہ دوں صدا
تجھے ۔۔۔۔۔ ایک بار پکار لوں ۔



Thursday, October 24, 2019

Love, the second most deadful poison in the world,



Love, the second most deadful poison in the world, happens to sweet hearted people within moments without being thought; following this killer, many people lost their existence in its haze and mislaid their hearts without hope of finding those again !!

Sanam was one of those people who found love the intoxicating and became addicted to it. But, remorsefully saying, addiction took her to the morass of sorrows, tears, and enduring restlessness. She became silent for rest of her life giving up the hope of spending tremendous life again after its failure. She started weeping for nights throwing her body over her bed as her body was not left with stamina to sustain such painful separation. She felt like a little child lost in crowd and no one was there to help her out from the killer web of incomplete tormenting love.

Once a friend of Sanam wrote a letter to her lover for her dismal and vulnerable position asking him to come back and save her life as he was wholly and solely cure for Sanam's suffering.

It was inscribed, "The time you left her, she remained with only grief of separation from your soul, lasts up to now, as she deemed it was only your heart where she wanted to live till her last breath. But you, like this brutal world, killed her soul snatching it from the soul of her paramour, you.
Alas! She died, but her body is still suffering!!! You Killed her!!!"

While reading the letter, he started weeping; but his constraints did not allow him to go to Sanam. He at first instance wrote reply to her friend that he could not come and advised her to advise Sanam not to commit such childlike acts and be a practical women. He uttered bluntly, love has nothing to do with real life, it is just surreal and nothing more than this !!! But, love is such disease that catapults its victim to depth of nostalgia and urges him or her forget all practical, professional, personal, familial life and all that !!

When Sanam came to know about the candid reply of her only love, she felt like that her respiration system started to stop gradually and she became deadbody uttering name of her lover at last with mouth of broken heart.

The day she died was very terrible in the history of love because the separation took place in very strange way, it penetrated itself amongst love, Sanam, and her paramour devastating their souls, crumbling their existences into tiny irreversible pieces, crushed their hearts under its gigantic feet, and divided them. Those, all enormous, came in shape of constraints of the world: familial enforcement of responsibilities, financial stability, and above all the fear of masses because of the way they treat love; nothing was there to make that couple to make love forever but the only way, sanam's paramour was left with, was to go to the place where sanam's soul may be found.

Uff! Love leaded her to demise, but finally, she was acquitted from torment...!!!




One day you're barely 11 years old,




One day you're barely 11 years old, living in narrow undulating street full of mediocre homes, playing country stop in the scorching summer noon with a dozen other mini humans like you. Sweat running down your face, dust and dirt in your hair, many small abrasions on your feet from the vicious stampede of the game, you don't stop until the curfew starts descending upon the destructive party and one by one, you all start slipping home avoiding the murderous glare of your mother's who are going to have to clean you, the clothes you destroyed and the mess you will be making while you clean up. You never really think there's more to life, you never even assume that someday this will feel like ages ago and not at all enough. You simply tidy up, finish your homework and jump the TV remote and thus begins the battle of "which is more important, dad's news, mom's sappy Indian soap or your favorite cartoon." We know whoever wins, won't be us. So when we lie down to sleep in our beds, shift the pillow to the foot end because that's where the fan is all we think of is to become a grown up, so we can play with the big kids, so we can win the channel war, so we can escape all the injustices of being a child.. And as this thought gets confused with the onset of meaningless dreams we doze off.
This keeps happening until one day it doesn't. That one day you're 3 months shy of a new decade and one month away from turning 23, you've seen falling outs, betrayals, loss, highs lows, in between, happiness and combinations of it all. You've become a professional, you have been through the phase of realizing how people you thought would never let you down will because they are human and so will you. The sibling who annoyed you has moved out. There was a time you had one room and too many of you and suddenly the house is full of rooms but not enough people to fill one of those. Your parents are becoming fragile from the thought of sending all of you away, from not being able to get rid of you even in the bathroom to not being able to see your for months on end. Your busy schedule keeps you distracted from seeing the wheel of time moving and the book of life turning pages.
Mostly you even fail to notice the seasons go by, until there's this one night... When somewhere in a city far from home, you're sitting in the open, admiring the starlit sky and the bone chilling wind hits you. But with that wind, there's realization of how far you've come, and how mundane you've become. An adult who wears laughter on the sleeve but phobias in deep. You're on the verge of two worlds, where you don't want to become a stoke in the wheel that replaces your parents but you don't want to be stuck in neverland as the child who never grew up. That is when you know it's real, life just happened to you without you ever noticing it. That's when you find out that everything has evolved to engulf you in this series of events you have absolutely no control over. The time you spent moping over what you lost was the time, when you were slowly losing what you had.
There's a song called "Breathe" that goes like this "... because we can't jump the tracks, we're like cars on a cable and life's like an hourglass glued to the table..." Life really is like an hourglass glued to the table and we spend all of it trying to turn it around instead of savoring every particle of sand that falls in down until its too late. Until you see that the picture you thought would never change has become something entirely else. And it's beautiful, the way it all shaped out like a fine sculptor's handiwork, hence in that moment of cognizance you stand in awe of this phenomenon called life understanding you have no control whatsoever and growing up was an artistic masterpiece coming into being in the most trivial of manners. Grasping this, you jump from one abyss of transition to the other with all the baggage of the process that brought you here in anticipation of all the baggage that you will further have to bear. But before you jump, just take a moment to stand in the sideline of these events unfolding and watch how magical our apparently ordinary and boring is.



Maybe all you ever need is just a walk full of meaningful



Maybe all you ever need is just a walk full of meaningful silence with someone so dear to your heart. Enjoying the cold weather, and holding warm cup of coffees in your hands. Taking glances at the sky full of clouds every now and then.. maybe that’s all you need. Maybe that’s your detox from all the sadness that has been eating away your heart..
maybe..




I see water bringing barrens back to life,



I see water bringing barrens back to life,
Whether Neglected or forgotten,
Permanently rough, silent or stangnant,
I see water bringing them back to life...!

Drop by drop pouring over,
Turning sandy cracks into mud,
Blooming flowers from their bud,
Leading its role as natures builder...!

Patiently healing earthly wound,
Tenderly softening up the ground,
Creating a chance for the stems,
To push their way up into blossomed gems...!

Such a mighty role it plays,
Quenching all the thirst away,
Enshrouding them in such a way,
Ensuring they live through it and stay...!

So flowers for your beauty princess,
And Fruits for your sacrifices,
Water made them feel alive,
Like water, you were my life!
Like water, I couldn't hold you!


Some days back I read somewhere on Facebook



Some days back I read somewhere on Facebook ”its just me or someone else has set the pattern of dua in their prayer which they go on without giving it a thought or changing it” suddenly, my heart skipped a beat as I feel follicle on my skin gave me a strange feeling of erection and in my mind hurried all those prayers where uncountable tears rolled down to my eyes onto the prayer mat while making dua for you, for your happiness, for you sadness to extinct, for your pain to end as there were no day you felt like you've been sad for, I prayed for your health and for everything for you. You actually break me the way I lost words to explain what damage you have done to me but to this point, I don't know why whenever I raise my hands for prayer I still do pray for you!!! It's a habit, a pattern and I'm really really proud of my self that I still do care for you, pray for you and love you with all my sharrted heart. Now sometimes It really doesn't matter what you did to me because all that matters is ”i still love you” and I think there will always a portion of my heart which will love you till the last breath. Might be possible that in the cascade of life and things changing positions I neglect your thought but there will always a second of a day that will reach to my mind which will recall your memories.

YOU WILL ALWAYS STAY IN MY HEART!




I often find myself whispering silently



I often find myself whispering silently, " I love you " wishing that the cruel winds of Autumn would convey these words to you. In my heart, your memories tastes of an old trauma.

I'm trying to remember how to call you mine, once again. I've spread my arms, again, to welcome sadness, in the name of love.

You told me once that I should think about myself in the first place, but how do you expect me not to think about you when you reflect in the broken pieces of me.

I'm Autumn, not because I fall everytime you leave but because I forgive you for forgetting me and allowing me to fall. I'm still holding broken pieces of myself, trying to hope that this time Autumn will be kind and would not allow me to fall.

My love, I've given to you the land of mine; my heart. But jaana, does your heart ache too with the arrival of Autumn as mine does?




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سورۃ النساء آیت نمبر ١


اے لوگو! اپنے رب سے ڈرو جس نے تمہیں ایک جان سے پیدا کیا اور اسی جان سے اس کا جوڑا بنایا اور ان دونوں سے بہت سے مرد اور عورتیں پھیلائیں، اس اللہ سے ڈرو جس کا واسطہ دے کر تم ایک دوسرے سے اپنا حق مانگتے ہو اور رشتہ داری کے تعلقات کو بگاڑنے سے بچو، بے شک اللہ تم پر نگرانی کر رہا ہے
...!!! 💕



سورۃ النساء آیت نمبر ١

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Elsewhere there are no mobile phones.



Elsewhere there are no mobile phones. Elsewhere sleep is deep and the mornings are wonderful. Elsewhere art is endless, exhibitions are free and galleries are open twenty-four hours a day. Elsewhere everybody is as welcoming as they would be if you would come home after a very long time away and they would really missed you. Elsewhere there are no religions. Elsewhere there are no borders. Elsewhere nobody is a refugee or an asylum seeker whose worth can be decided about by a government. Elsewhere nobody is something to be decided about by anybody. Elsewhere there are no preconceptions. Elsewhere all wrongs are righted. Elsewhere the supermarkets don’t own us. Elsewhere we use our hands for cups and the rivers are clean and drinkable.

Elsewhere we do time differently. Every time I travel, I head for it. Every time I come home, I look for it.



Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Water does not resist.




“Water does not resist. Water flows. When you plunge your hand into it, all you feel is a caress. Water is not a solid wall, it will not stop you. But water always goes where it wants to go, and nothing in the end can stand against it. Water is patient. Dripping water wears away a stone. Remember that, my child. Remember you are half water. If you can't go through an obstacle, go around it. Water does.”



I've been reading



I've been reading "the faker you are, the bigger your circle will be" everywhere.
But isn't it something like the more good your heart is, the more helping you are, the more you love & take care of everyone, the more respectful you are, the more people can share their hearts out, the more people love spending time with you, the more bigger your circle will be and the more people would like to be friends with you?
You can never serve everyone but why'd people not like you for being nice, for having their best interest at heart?!
Just asking!



An open letter to the love of my life:




An open letter to the love of my life:

**You** are my Paradise,
Because you make me feel alive,

There are many reasons that I can concise,
To tell you that my love is not fragile,

You are the story I want to write,
That gives your heart a little more delight,

Just after a little span of time, I realize,
My love has grown and is much intensifies,

For me, you are my heart's pride,
I will carry you, and we will make it to the skies,

Can I ask you a favor that is wise?
Can I have you for the rest of my life?

-From a girl who'll love you like no one can ever love and no one ever will.



"AUTUMN"



Walking on a lane covered with burnt-orange leaves,⠀⠀⠀
Looking high up to see the bare branches on trees. ⠀⠀⠀
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The autumn leaves make a rustle when stepped on. ⠀⠀⠀⠀
The chirping bird sings a meloncholic song. ⠀⠀
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The vibe of autumn may seem grievous and bland, ⠀⠀⠀
But, this saddening spell is the spring's melody;⠀⠀
Fall turns the oak trees gold by its magic-wand. ⠀⠀
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The hazel leaves of maple resemble a clover leaf;⠀⠀
A sign of good luck, a sign of arriving spring. ⠀⠀
After the stay of autumn; so brief.⠀⠀
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The leaves end their lives and dropout,⠀⠀
Giving new buds a chance to sprout! ⠀⠀
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Fall is the prelude of revival and rebirth,⠀⠀
Misty, gloomy days are proceeded by mirth.⠀



As I aimlessly dwell into contemplating



As I aimlessly dwell into contemplating, thoughts harassing, clouding and flooding the capacity of brain. As I muse on the verse ‘If it’s yours it will come back to you’, consoling the lovers and hopeless. I morosely cast aspersions on, will you really come back to me, do I really just let you roam, do I not care about how you’re doing the days, do I not thrive to get you, do I not endure for you, do I not suffer for you, will you still come back if I don’t yearn for you, will you still come back If I don’t fight for you, will you still come back if I don’t athirst for you. If you will, I will let you roam, I will let you indulge in the vices of your pleasure, I will let you wander through the naked streams, I will let you see the brim of the day alone, I will let you advance beyond the boundaries of decorum, for after all if you’re mine you’ll come back to me.

Then I am stricken by the contradiction that says ‘Fight for what you love’ this kindles the fire in me to go ruthless, rough and fierce. This incites the courageousness in me and rave my ownership of you, for I love you, for my heart calls you mine. For I am told fortune and love favours the brave, for if I don’t rage my life at stake for you, I don’t really deserve you. For I should do any thing and everything for you, go above and beyond the call of duty, for you.

Yet, I am scared stiff, my beloved. I am afraid for I will fight for you till the end of time, until this blood and your name runs through my veins, I am serene as I empty, deplete and drain myself for you. I am thankful to the stars as I stand vulnerable against the hostile shackles of the ocean in search of you, you and only you. I am still afraid in my ardour beloved, If destiny deprives me of you, for after all the swords I cross for you If I get told ‘it wasn’t meant for you’.



Knowing the truth and still acting




Knowing the truth and still acting like an idiot just to ignore the drama and fake reasons to cover the lie?
People may call you an idiot some may even call you that you’re weak even your close ones but you’re the strongest one yeah maybe idiot with strong intellect!
If saving your relation with someone makes you an idiot so be a proud one because people need a reason to leave even they tried to hurt your feelings for fun!
Be the person who can proudly say that I was not the one to end it, I was the one who saved it or at least tried to save it but if the things doesn’t work then don’t destroy your mental health don’t hate yourself for being too kind to someone who only need you when there’s no one! You should be your only priority because in the end of the day you have to teach your heart that nothing is permanent not even you. The only thing which is permanent is a small act of kindness for which you’ll be remembered for long time.


Dear inconsiderate preachers,



You see me as a 15 year old, you cannot seem to see beyond. There's a melancholy so deeply engraved, it feels like 50 years of age. You say it is just anxiety pangs and disregard me from naming my depressing days as depression. You say i am just sad and not depressed.

No tragedy, no trajectory. It is indeed surprising how i hugged this unhealthy mystery. It is not an insomnia, i just cannot wake myself up from an already on-going sleep. My reveries at my peak. There is a lot of crying, a pool of my whines and an exasperating delay. I have found my new home in procrastination.
No, i have not had any break ups, any family feuds or any grudges to cling onto. It is not a trauma i am going through. I have got friends but a social anxiety. I have my high days but an anxiety. Tears pour down my pillow like a rain, i have been waiting to wash my hands with. I look at my palms and wonder: 'is it what is written in there, now?' I have got to hurry, i got to catch up. I feel like everybody around me is going to leave me behind. I feel so embarrassed of my situation, i cannot even seem to properly comprehend my exasperation. I have got so much to think, so much to feel. Yet, all i can feel is numb. Yet, you take me lightly and say it is not depression?

I just sit down and wonder. Everything that i see around me seems to horrify me. There's always an awkwardness around of me . An awe i do not want to succumb to. My chest feels so heavy i feel like someone is stabbing me. Yet, when i wound my wrist, the cut doesn't hurt me. I become incapable of feeling the pain, yet there is an on going pain i feel in my heart of the hearts; in my mind. I seem to carry it inside. This situation is so contradictory. Yet you say i could be delusional because how can a 15 year old have depression?
Nothing hurts me more than when you say how can teenagers be depressed, they do not seem to even know the meaning of it. They're just sad.
|| 🌹


The One Who Truly Understands You,



The One Who Truly Understands You, after reading this sentence the first thing which come to your mind is your family, isn't it ? then friends ? and then the person you are in love with ? All these relationships are the ones who truly knows you, yes they are the ones but before all these things there is HE who knows you before the day you came in this world, who gave you your body, your soul. HE, the greatest of all knows you better than anyone in this universe, HE is the one who knows what you are and who you are, HE listen your words spoken or unspoken, HE hear your inner voices, your screams which you choked by putting your hands on your mouth, HE see your tears which are dropped into your body and stuck in your throat, HE is aware of your feelings, HE knows your secrets which u don't tell anyone one, HE knows your dark side which u hide from the world, HE knows everything and HE is the one who never judge you on your flaws, on your thoughts, on your appearance, on your ideas, on your lifestyle, on your status. HE knows your sorrows, your happiness, your weaknesses, your strength and HE never judge you on the basis of anything. Even after so much disobedience HE gives you peace, pull you out from depression, listen your problems, HE is your stress releaser, HE gives you love, He cares for you, HE never disappoint you, HE never hurt your expectations, HE never betray you, HE puts you first and in return ask only one and a small thing for HIM which is obedience. HE don't expect anything big from you. Yes ALLAH is the one who truly understands you. HE gives you everything which is better for you, HE always wants to make you a better person, HE is your real guide, HE is your well wisher, HE is your pure friend, ALLAH is your best friend.



Haww hyee itni moti,



haww hyee itni moti, isy shadi kn kry ga chlti hai tu trackter lgti hai..!
haww hyee itni kaali, fairness cream lgao larkian gori hi achi lgti hai..!
haww hyee itni patli, mareez lgti hai bad me kia kry gi ulta hami se khidmat krwaye g..!
hyee itnii lumbi iske lie larkaa kaha se laye g apni umer se bari lgti hai..!
haww hyee itna chota qad aj kl tu larko ko lumbi larkyan chahie kia bny ga iskaa..!
haww hyee ye kesi hai
haww hyee wo kesi hai
everyone's main moto in life is criticizing other people or commenting on each other mtlb iske alawa tu kuch hai hi na zindagi me people need to understand k dosro pr criticize ya comment kiye bagher bhi zindagi achi guzar skti hai why can't we think positive? why can't we motivate others? hamesha logo ko judge krna ya demotivate krna zaruri tu ni..! I know most of the people say that its a part of life people do criticize you should ignore them but noo its not a part of life... people themselves make it a part... and we are the one who allow other people to make this criticism part of our lives.
jinki pori zindagi log kia kahenge ya log kia kehty hai isi me nikl jati hai wo is sb se bahar niklty hi ni hai. judging people or making fun of them people just take it as a fun bht maza ata hai logo ki dil azaari krny me but never think about the person who is facing the criticism.
you never know how it feels when your friend makes fun of you infront of everyone and you can't do anything except laughing because for you its fun but for him/her its a curse. you take it as a enjoyment but for him/her its insulting. and you know what, you don't even care little bit. people need to understand the difference between joking and bullying. I faced it and I am not afraid anymore k log kia kahenge or may I lose my friends, may be log bt krna chor de mujh se but now I know being alone is way better then all of this shit.. I am writing this not because I want people's pity I just wanna tell everyone that your choice of word is really important '' apke do alfaaz kisi ki jaan le bhi skty hai or ksii ko zindagi bhi de skty hai, apke alfaz kisi ko mehfil me majrooh bhi krksty hai or kisi ka sir sb k samne utha bhi skty hai" it depends upon you what you want to be villan or hero!
people need to know that no one wants YOUR OPINION about their life no one wanna know what YOU think about them. They dont even care about your thoughts just learn the difference first and keep your leg out from other's life.




ہر انسان مضبوط بننا چاہتا ہے



ہر انسان مضبوط بننا چاہتا ہے ایسا کہ کوئ اسے توڑ نہ سکے، کسی کی چھوٹی چھوٹی باتوں سے اسے فرق نہ پڑھے، بار بار وہ ان سب سے ٹوٹے نہیں ، بہت سے لوگوں کو ٹوٹنے سے ڈر لگتا ہے اور وہ اپنے اوپر مضبوطی کا کھول چڑھاۓ گھومتے ہیں کہ کوئ انہیں جان نہ لے کوئ ان کی کمزوریوں کو پہچان نہ لے لیکن آخر کب تک ایسا چلے گا کب تک ایک جھوٹی زندگی جیئنگے کب تک اداس چہرے پر مسکراہٹ کا ماسک لگاۓ گھومیں گے ،کبھی تو اپنے آپ کو اس کھول سے آذاد کرنا ہوگا۔۔۔
مضبوطی کیا ہے یہ کیسے ملتی ہے انسان کیسے مضبوط بنتا ہے ، ہم نے کئ بار سنا اللہ کی رسی کو مضبوطی سے تھام کر رکھو ، کبھی اس پر غور کیا اس کا کیا مطلب ؟؟ اللہ کی ہر بات کو لوگ اپنے زاویے سے دیکھتے ہیں جیسے قرآن کی ہر ایک آیت ہر انسان کے لیے مختلف ہوتی ہے جو قرآن پڑھتا ہے اسے اس میں اپنی زندگی دکھتی ہے اسی طرح اللہ کی رسی کو مضبوطی سے تھام نے کا ایک مطلب انسان کی مضبوطی ہے ،اللہ کی رسی سے مطلب (اللہ کا حکم اللہ کی باتیں ،اللہ کی محبت اور سمپل نماز اور قرآن کے ہیں ) کو مضبوطی سے تھام لو ، یعنی اللہ کی باتوں کو اسکے احکامات کو اپنی زندگی کی راہ بنا لو، جوجو وہ کہتا جاۓ ایک ایک اسٹیپ چڑھتے جاؤ جیسا وہ کہے وہاں وہاں مڑتے جاؤ اسے اللہ ملتا جاتا ہے اور جتنا خدا ملتا جاتاہے اتنا ہی انسان مضبوط ہوتاجاتا ہے ، انسان میں جتنی دنیا آتی رہتی ہے اسے اتنا ہی دنیا کی باتوں سے فرق پڑھنے لگتا ہے وہ خدا کی رضامندی اور خوشنودی کو بھول جاتا ہے اور باربار دنیاوی چیزوں سے ہرٹ ہوکر کمزور ہونے لگ جاتا ہے ۔۔
بے حس نڈر یا اس انسان کو مضبوط نہیں کہیں گے جو روۓ نہ،بلکہ ہم جتنا خدا کے قریب ہوتے رہیں گے جتنا اپنی زندگی کے معملات میں خدا کی رضامندی کو مدنظر رکھیں گے، مضبوطی ہمارے اندراپنا گھر کرتی رہے گی ۔۔۔



Life..




Thats the simple word, having four letters, but within these, there are thousands of meanings,
Happiness, sorrows, depression, failures, victories, mystery, creativity and most commonly love and many more..

Among these words there will be the life for different people, which have been created by none other then themselves, without even knowing.

They say, you are the one who can make you happy,
They say, you are the one who make you successful,
They say, you are the one who make you stand against every false action happening to you.
They say, you are the one who make YOU.

They don't tell how?
Because this is the real key, this is the door to your desires.

You have to find it, you have to get it, you have to conquer your answers and endure your existence.

All you need is YOU, with the firm believe on your courage and hard work, preparing yourself for the best without frightening from the worst. That fear of worst will also become your step, taking you closer to your target! Get all the burning ashes of yours out and play with them with the hard work along with prayers. And See the magic.

You will certainly achieve what you want.
If NOT?
So what if you fail and cannot get what you want. That's not the end, there will be more then your expectations, you just have to be patient then. Because there are hopes within the hopes.




Saturday, October 12, 2019

ہو سکتا ایک پرندے کو ایک مچھلی سے محبت ہو جاۓ




ہو سکتا ایک پرندے کو ایک مچھلی سے محبت ہو جاۓ۔۔۔ مگر مصیبت یہ ہے کہ جا کر رہیں تو کہاں رہیں ؟کچھ ایسا ہی ان لوگوں کے ساتھ ہوتا ہے، جو ایسی چیزوں کی چاہت کر بیٹھتے ہیں، جو ان کے لیے نہیں بنی ہوتیں، پھر۔؟ آخر میں ایک کو اڑ جانا ہوتا ہے اور دوسرےکو غموں کے سمندر میں غرق ہونا پڑتا ہے



کبھی پیروں تلے زمیں کھسکتی ہے




کبھی پیروں تلے زمیں کھسکتی ہے
کبھی میرے سر سےسائیباں جاتاہے
أن کی خاموشی بھی طلاتم ہے
میرا تو لکھا بھی رائیگاں جاتا ہے



Friday, October 11, 2019

یاد رکھنا پُتر


یاد رکھنا پُتر
محبت میں محبوب اگر انسان ہو تو اُسکی مِنّت نہیں کیا کرتے۔ انسان پتھر ہو جایا کرتا ہے۔
بار بار مُڑ کر دیکھتا ہے کہ کبھی تو اُسکی مِنّتوں اور التجاوں کی لاج رکھی جائے گی۔
وہ انتظار کرتا ہے کہ کب محبوب کے دل پہ لگا قفل ٹوٹے گا۔
حالانکہ قفل تو خود اُسکے اپنے دل پہ لگ چکا ہوتا ہے۔
محبت میں بس پیدا کرنے والے کی مِنّتیں کرتے ہیں۔ پتہ ہے کیوں؟؟
کیونکہ وہ آزما رہا ہوتا ہے میرا بندہ خود کو میرا کتنا محتاج سمجھتا ہے۔
اور محتاج کیوں نہ ہو بندہ۔ وہ خالق ہے، رازق ہے۔
پھر جب تم اسکے آگے گڑگڑاو گے تو وہ پتہ ہے کیا کرے گا؟
وہ تمہارا بھرم رکھ لے گا
انسان یہ نہیں کرتے۔۔
یہ بس رب کرتا ہے۔
کیونکہ وہ بے نیاز ہے۔۔



تم کیا جانو




تم کیا جانو 
الله کا واسطہ بےبسی کی انتہا پہ دیا جاتا ہے 




کچھ لوگ ساری زندگی ہمیں اس دھوکے میں رکھتے ہیں



کچھ لوگ ساری زندگی ہمیں اس دھوکے میں رکھتے ہیں کہ انھیں ہم سے عزیز کوئی نہیں، انھیں ہمارے علاوہ کسی پہ اعتبار نہیں، اور جیسےہی ہم یقین کی اس رسی کو تھام کے آگے بڑھتے ہیں، تو حقیقت مختلف دیکھ کہ جو اذیت ہوتی ہے اس کیلئے کوئی لفظ ڈھونڈ سکو تو بتا دو....؟



وہ ایسے ہی نہیں چلا گیا تحفہ دے گیا ہے



وہ ایسے ہی نہیں چلا گیا تحفہ دے گیا ہے ڈپریش کا۔ میری صحت گھٹتی جا رہی ہے۔ کچھ کھایا پیا نہیں جاتا۔ میں بہت گم سم اور چپ چپ ہو گئی ہوں۔ میرے چہرے پر آنسوں کے کالے نشان نمایاں ہو گئے ہیں۔ آنکھوں کے گرد گہرے حلکے پڑ گئے ہیں۔ میرے خوبصورت بال گرنے لگے اور چند ایک رہ گئے ہیں۔۔ سب مجھ سے میرے بدلے ہوئے انداز پر شکوے کرنے لگے ہیں۔ ایک کے بعد ایک میں اپنے رشتے بھی کھو رہی ہوں۔ اس راستے پر میں ساکت ہوں سب آگے بڑھ رہے ہیں اور میں اپنی تکلیف کا بوجھ لیے وہی پڑی ہوں
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اور جب دل بوجھل ہو۔۔ اذیت ۔۔ دکھ اور ملال ہو۔۔۔۔




اور جب دل بوجھل ہو۔۔ اذیت ۔۔ دکھ اور ملال ہو۔۔۔۔
تو جھک جاؤ۔۔
اس کے آگے ۔۔سجدے میں۔۔۔۔
اسے سب کہہ دیا کرو۔۔
کیونکہ وہ دنیا والوں کی طرح پیش نہیں آتا ہم سے۔۔ کوئی طعنہ کوئی شکایت نہیں۔۔
بس سنتا رہتا ہے۔۔۔
❤اور جو سکون آپ کے جسم میں سرایت کر جاتا ہے نا۔۔۔۔
 یقین مانیں وہ دنیا کے کسی کونے میں نہیں۔۔۔
!!




Thursday, October 10, 2019

Joker


To appreciate “Joker” I believe you have to have either gone through something traumatic in your lifetime (and I believe most of us have) or understand somewhere in your psyche what true compassion is (which usually comes from having gone through something traumatic, unfortunately). An example of dangerous compassion would be to, say, make a film made about the fragility of the human psyche, and make it so raw, so brutal, so balletic that by the time you leave the theater you not only don’t want to hurt anything but you desperately want an answer and a solution to the violence and mental health issues that have spun out of control around us. This film makes you hurt and only in pain do we ever want to change. It’s all in the irony of trauma — a fine line between the resentment of wanting to hurt society back for raping you of a decent life, for not protecting you, and accepting what feels like alien feelings with softening to those others who seem freakish in our era of judgment, and digital damnation.
Like kids in Middle School: man, they can just be mean. For no reason. And, sometimes, those awful little clicky kids breed an evil in someone that rages much later, when everyone pretends we are all back to normal, when we all thought it had just manned up and gone away.
We have a habit of hating and ostracizing and dividing and sweeping our problems under the rug. Joker, is simply lifting the rug and looking underneath it. Nothing more. Nothing less. It’s there.



So beautifully written indeed




So beautifully written indeed❤ loved every bit of it... read every word & u wouldn't regret!

There are people for whom Allah makes many things very easy. For some of you, Allah made money easy. For some if you, confidence is easy, it's no big deal. Other people get nervous, you don't get nervous.
For some students, studies are easy. Allah makes one thing easy, then the next thing easy, and then the next thing easy. Is everything always going to be easy? No. Sometimes you will fail. There's a student who gets used to getting a 100. The first time, the second time, the third time, the fourth time, and the fifth time he gets a 50. All of a sudden. And he's used to what? A 100. So he says,'Oh, forget it, I am worthless, Allah is no longer with me, you know, what's the point now?'
Because you get used to riding so high, that one little failure, one setback and you're just crushed! 'What's the point now? I'm dropping out of college, I don't want to do this anymore, I hate this.'
You know what? This is when you didn't remind yourself at every single success that that success was a combination of two things. Your effort and Allah's help. Every single 100 you got before wasn't just because it was easy, you put effort and Allah have His Barakah (blessing).
And this time when it doesn't happen, two things could be wrong. Number one, you didn't put enough effort, and when you don't put enough effort, Allah does not give His Barakah. And maybe even if you did put effort, Allah decided that He will not give you Barakah. Maybe, that's better for you.
There used to be a hindu, and he wanted to go to medical school, and he was a straight 'A' student. Straight A's his entire life, perfect scores, highest scores in the SAT's. Applied for medical school, he was expecting a full scholarship. He got rejected. He was completely shattered, and then he ended up in a different university, and he decided to do computer science instead, but he was still completely depressed. And then he met people in his new college, Muslims, who he started hanging out with, and within two years he took his Shahadah, and now he looks back and he says,'Thank Allah I didn't make it to medical school, I thought it was the worst thing that ever happened to me, and now when I look back at my life I say, I failed medical school, it is the best thing that ever happened to me.'
Sometimes we have to have trust in Allah. And then there are others who Allah gives you one difficulty, then He gives you another difficulty, and then another difficulty and you start believing I will never accomplish anything, my life is just difficult man, everything if difficult for me, I keep getting fired, I keep failing my test, I keep doing that. You get depressed.
And even this one has to remember, that success in this world, everything that happens is a combination of two things. I have to put in my effort, and, Allah will make the task easy.
I'll share this last thing with you. There's two parts to this dua, so it's not even the whole dua, I just wanted to share these 2 statements with you. 'Rabbi Ishrah li Sadry, Wa Yassir li Amri'. There's a beautiful eloquence to this statement, Allah is teaching us that if you have a calm heart, if you have a positive attitude, and you have tawakul in Allah, and you put your work in, then Allah will make your mission easy. But if you start with the attitude, I know it's not gonna work anyway, but I'll try. You already began with a defeated attitude, Allah will not make your task easy for you.
You have to come with a positive attitude, an open chest, and belief, that Allah will give you success in what you do. And if He doesn't give it to you, well you know you're still saying Alhamdulillah. But you don't walk into an effort, you don't start a project, you don't start anywork you began with saying,'I'm probably not gonna succeed anyway, given my track record.' You don't begin with that attitude. Then Allah will not make your job easy for you. So if we have that good heart before Allah, Allah will make our task easy for us (Subhana wa ta'Ala) ~



Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Allah knows who you love.




Allah knows who you love. He know all your secretes that are deep down in your heart.
I pray that whatever it is that your heart is holding on to. I Pray that Allah make them perfect one for you. <3

Take care all of you.
Much love and peace.

- D




Monday, October 7, 2019

Standing on terrace;



Standing on terrace;
A Gail is blowing;
Lightening is flashing,
The clouds are silent though,
My mind is freezing
Having sadness immensely;I can't cope with the thoughts!!



I feel that I'm pouring the peace



I feel that I'm pouring the peace of Nature in my own inner being..
So calm,so silent,so serendipitous winter is..
Ahh
!more than feeling I feel!




When I read some poetry;



When I read some poetry;
It indicates
That I'm poetic soul
In me it's innate..




رشتوں کا ایک روپ مطلب پرستی بھی ہے۔۔۔




رشتوں کا ایک روپ مطلب پرستی بھی ہے۔۔۔
کٹھ پتلی کی طرح جی حضوری کرتے رہو۔۔۔
تو سب ٹھیک ۔۔۔۔۔ورنہ۔۔۔۔
رشتہ کچے دھاگے کی مانند ٹوٹ جاتا ہے۔۔۔۔۔۔







انسان خود كچھ نهيں ہوتا




انسان خود كچھ نهيں ہوتا .. اس سے جڑ ے لوگ اسے معتبر بناديتے ہيں




جو لوگ آپ سے بغض اور حسد رکھتے ہیں




جو لوگ آپ سے بغض اور حسد رکھتے ہیں ان سے نفرت نہ کریں
کیونکہ یہی اصل لوگ ہیں جو آپ کے چاہنے والے ہیں جنہیں مکمل یقین ہے کہ آپ ان سے بہتر ہیں




یادوں کی گُونج دشتِ محبت میں اب بھی ہے




یادوں کی گُونج دشتِ محبت میں اب بھی ہے
یہ دل گئے دنوں کی رفاقت میں اب بھی ہے
۔
اِک یاد ہے جو نقش__________ ہے لوحِ دماغ پر
اِک زخم ہے جو دل کی حِفاظت میں اب بھی ہے
۔
رُکتے نہیں ہیں آنکھ میں آنسُو کِسی طرح
یہ کاروانِ شوق ، مُسافت میں اب بھی ہے
۔
ترکِ تعلقات کو اِک عمر ہو چکی
دل ہے کہ بے قرار محبت میں اب بھی ہے
۔
سب دوست مصلحت کی دُکانوں پہ بِک گئے
دشمن تو پُرخلوص عداوت میں اب بھی ہے
۔
آثارِ حشر سارے نمُودار ہو چکے
کہتے ہیں لوگ دیر قیامت میں اب بھی ہے
۔
مجبُوریوں نے برف بنا دی اَنا، مگر
شعلہ سا ایک اپنی طبیعت میں اب بھی ہے
۔
جس نے کیا تھا جرم وہ کب کا بَری ہوا
جو بےقصُور ہے، وہ عدالت میں اب بھی ہے
۔
برسوں ہوئے جو زخمِ شناسائی سے ملا
وہ درد میری، اُس کی شراکت میں اب بھی ہے
۔
مل جائے وہ کہیں تو اُسے کہنا اے ہوا
باقی ترا غموں کی حراست میں اب بھی ہے



راستوں کی مرضی ہے



راستوں کی مرضی ہے
بے زمین لوگوں کو
بے قرار آنکھوں کو
بد نصیب قدموں کو
جس طرف بھی لے جائیں
راستوں کی مرضی ہے
بے نشاں جزیروں پر
بد گمان شہروں میں
بے زبان مسافر کو
جس طرف بھی بھٹکائیں
راستوں کی مرضی ہے
روک لیں یا بڑھنے دیں
تھام لیں یا گرنے دیں
وصل کی لکیروں کو
توڑ دیں یا ملنے دیں
راستوں کی مرضی ہے
اجنبی کوئی لا کر
ہمسفر بنا ڈالیں
ساتھ چلنے والوں کی
راکھ بھی اُڑا ڈالیں
یا مسافتیں ساری
خاک میں ملا ڈالیں
راستوں کی مرضی ہے
.....!!




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