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

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

__!

اللہ پاک ہماری رہنمائی فرمائے آمین

___!

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 ۔

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!