IN the Name of Love: Part 3

If he was Ranjha then she was his mother. She had given birth to him and knew how to make him obey. ‘Well, you are going to marry her. She is innocent in all this, you created this mess for her, not a toy you could play with and leave. No son of mine does

In the name of Love: Part 2

Heer was a classically beautiful girl and came from a traditional household  where family always came first. A man could come to ask for the hand of a girl in marriage from her elders but it was utter disrespect what Ranjha did. Still she became his in name and all and sundry got the news

In the Name of Love: Part 1

She was happy, jubilant in an extended family gathering. At seventeen, an engagement had been announced to Heer by a hunk of a man and any girl could be envious of her good luck. He was a desirable man, very handsome and wanted to marry her, what more she could ask for. She fell in

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قریہ قریہ وہ محبت ڈھونڈیں ہیں جنہیں گھر کی تلاش ہے مکان کی آس نہیں۔ پھر وہ ادھر ادھر بھٹکتے ہیں راہوں میں رلتے ہیں !بس اک گھر مرے پاس نہیں محفلوں میں بھی، جو الف ہوتے ہیں مسکرا کےکہتے ہیں ہم اداس تو نہیں۔ پھر نگاہیں شام میں، افق پر اٹھتی ہیں یہ رات

Out of the Ashes

I have risen out of the ashes A night so long Blacker than black With my feet tired and cracked A journey of heaven and earth And this whole universe I have wandered once and over Every night and all night But time stood still Now the moment has ticked And I have risen with

Colour of Solace

It resides in the depth of your eyes The beauty Eyes the colour of azure waters Life is what else but your voice And what you say Words of gold I can sew them in my pores and wrap myself in their heat in the dark winter under my skin and put them on my

Creativity Assassin

It is true when I am writing, SEO is not on my mind. It is rather depreciating for my creativity. An apt term would be the creativity assassin. Should I first be thinking about what to insert, to attract, within lines of a poem that is stringing a tune with my brain cells?! Or after

Silver Jubilee

(My father’s favourite) This is all courtesy of my lips and all the copyrightsAll the beguiling mystery and wonder some mightThe curve and stretch, the lines and groovesAnd hidden white shells, secret of twitch-in the lips. The day I married you, my luck was having a breakTissues in the pockets and snowflakes in the washerSocks

Tea or Coffee

A vote can decide the victor! What would you like to have in the beautiful evening of a magical mountain valley; Tea or Coffee? Drowning, not in the shame or sea, just in the morning peace and enjoying my beloved tea, an inspiration drove me to get up and grab my mobile. To my dismay,

Tough talk

You know, time is precious. In terms of business people talking, time is money. For me, time is learning. We all have heard the phrase, “sands of time”. There are two most precious things in this world, in my humble but confident opinion; time and Innocence. Of course there are others. Well, innocence is the