دھوپ میں کھڑا جل رہاں ہوں میں
سایہ دو مجھے
یہ میری جلن
ہے میری سزا
میری یہ تھکن
کہہ رہی ہے کیا
سنو تو سہی، سنو تو سہی
اعتبار بھی آ ہی جائے گا، آ ہی جائے گا
کیاہوا اگر زندگی ذرا بھول سی گئی
سوچو تو ذرا
جنگلوں میں بھی راستے تو ہیں
ہمیں بھی کوئی مل ہی جائے گا
چلو تو سہی، چلو تو سہی
پیار ویار بھی ہو ہی جائے گا
ملو تو سہی راستہ کوئی مل ہی جائے گا
چلو تو سہی چلو تو سہی
اعتبار بھی آہی جائے گا
Coincidence, one fine day
And I met you
Bold, broken, beautiful
A smile that tore my heart
Then stitched it back up
A mind that linked too deep
Too hard too fast
A cushion for my soul
Doubt preceded wonder
They tell me it's a lie
Love like this cannot exist
Hopes are meant to die
A face plain hides such beauty?
Why is it we cannot see
You're surely mistaken
It is not meant to be
Tell me why this fear
Grows into a storm
Washing away my love
My hopes my dreams
Once more I am forlorn
But is this not what life is
The chance of a happy end
Gold at the end of a rainbow promised
But never won
An arrow that strikes or sways
And then flash, it's gone
Think of me as the child that ran
Chasing you, soa...
Fate works in mysterious ways.
Starting new stories where it ends old ones.
There's days that work and days that don't.
If you're still alive then you made it.
The big bird spreads it's wings
Am I trapped or enclosed?
As the lights dim
Come tears, untold
While they see her: quiet, sober, unshaken
Inside, a storm turns, ready to holler
The distance from home gets longer and dreary
Her little heart shrinks smaller and smaller
If you're lucky, life will give you some beautiful souls to love.
And if you're really lucky, they'll love you back.
وہ کون تھی
تمام شہر اس کےحسن میں گم تھا
وہ کیا گئ
کہ پھر تو مستقل خزاں کا موسم تھا
وہ خواب تھی
نیند تھی، خوشبو تھی، کیا تھی وہ
کیا تھی وہ
Wo kaun thi
Tamaam shehr us ke husn mein gum tha
Wo kya gayee
Ke phir tau mustaqil khizaan ka mausam tha
Wo khawab thi
Neend thi, khushboo thi, kia thi wo
Kia thi wo
Those deep brown eyes
Gazing back so intently
And soft padded paws
In my lap nestled gently
She leaps up and lands
Her grace beguiling
She turns back and meows
I swear she's smiling
Little Mona, you're a darling
My true friend, ever present
Oh, what if you could talk
Some times we would have spent
Tell me the joy of rushing and climbing
And jumping but not falling
When I brush your coat, you purr back quietly
When you snuggle me till morning
So what if we differ in form
It's the heart and love that counts
For yours is pure as any else's
And I adore you in equal amounts
We never realise the importance of family until it's too late.
In my younger years, the rebellious teen locked doors, turned up the stereo, and her nose, when it came to mingling with other members of the household.
"Hostel" was a word very magical. Independence was very much sought. Family movie time very much dreaded.
Fast forward to just a year into my hostel life.
What wouldn't I give to get mum's kisses, and dad's hugs. So warm, so pure, so undeserved.
And that racket that siblings create, that's the most beautiful noise in the world.
And those fights over the remote, or the last cookie, those are the fights that matter.
And the dreams you dream after being tucked in and kissed every nig...
At 5:05, 4th of November, 2017, I visited my dying grandfather.
They said his brain was dead, so while he was there in form, just a shell of the man he once was, I wondered about his mind. Where was the essence of the man I knew and loved so much? The constant in my life, that was slowly fading away?
He's old. He's older than me, older than my dad. He's seen the world, seen it's ways. Lived through some historical times, fought through the War of Independence and emerged a survivor. His life story, that's what makes people cry. His struggle has always been an inspiration to everyone. A man that stood erect, made decisions with his mind, held all emotions at bay, always.
But he's so fragile,...
Cause I love the gap between your teeth
And I love the riddles that you speak
All my life, I've been running. Always looking for some change, something new, something more.
Something that would help me grow my roots, hold me in place.
I've never found it.
I have found my Lord but my faith tests me time and time again, and I fail. Not because I don't believe in my God, but because I believe in his people more.
My personality wavers. I'm too sweet, too shy, too cold, too pushy. I'm too bossy, too needy, too lonely.
My hair has been cut for the third time in the past few months. I run my fingers through the auburn locks. They've lost their volume. Blame the endless nights of tossing and turning, contemplating aspects of life that I can never control.
My friends are ...
Take me slow
Hold me close
Don't let go
You've been there
All those highs
When I fell
On those lows
Yet hope of
Souls of ice
Souls of gold
I may fall
I may cry
Yet wait for
From the sky she fell
Little drops of rain
Little drops of tears
Little drops of pain
Patiently, he stood
She met not the ground
His skin was the bed
He gathered her close
He looked up above
No, none would hurt her
In his pool made of love
So warm and dense, it makes no sense
A feeling true, of unknown essence
So cruel yet kind, all-seeing yet blind
Like summer yet hail, so fresh yet stale
Like birth yet death, the laugh and wail
It's love, they say, it'll come your way
It'll make you fly, it'll make you try
You may try too hard, you may go too far
But fear not, they all went the same way
So don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks and things that shine
And life makes love look hard
How unfair it is
When you think all night
Of the mean words he said
And he sleeps soundly
In his warmed up bed
Been years since she left me, wordlessly, painlessly, bravely. I don't even remember her full name.
You were amma. Just amma.
It was a brief meet, our lives touched for a mere moment then parted ways but in the moment that paths crossed, a loop formed.
A strong, unbreakable, everlasting bond. That bond makes me remember you on days when I visit my past.
I want to say sorry, I wish I had loved you more, respected you more, spent more moments with you.
I wish our last goodbye was more special.
I wish you were here.
Wherever you are now, I know you are happy. You found contentment, you found health. When you come in my dreams, old events repeat themselves. But you always have a happy smile...
Alone we are grey
In this blistering May
No shine, no shimmer
Our light's getting dimmer
But when we collide
The world's set aside
And darling we become
A kaleidoscope of colors
They ran as fast as they could
Alas they were caught
For they were only human
And love, love was not
More than seven billion people in the world and you believe the one who puts you down.
I think the biggest problem with our society is making parents seem..perfect. No, my dad can't be wrong it must be my fault. Well, my mom can scold me whenever, she's probably right.
Sometimes, your parents may be in the wrong instead of the wronged. There is no disgrace in realizing that. No one is perfect and everyone needs a nudge now and then in the right direction.
If you are a parent, I strongly request you to not make it a matter of your ego and apologize to your kid when you may be wrong or harsh, make them realise that a person never stops growing.
That no one is perfect and learning is a phase that never ends. Then when they're parents, maybe we might see happier kids an...
Someday, someone will get all your weird quirks and embrace them with love.
That someday, you won't have to hide anymore.