گھر

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 راتContinue reading “گھر”

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 withContinue reading “Out of the Ashes”

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 myContinue reading “Colour of Solace”

Life is just that…

Life is the name of tosses and turns, cracks in an oil painting left under the sun. Skin burgeoning on hand touching a burning pot, life is just that sip of tea on my tongue. And that first hint of the flavour of not so hmm delicious and savoury to taste, summer jumping the fenceContinue reading “Life is just that…”

That Day

One day, the time will come You will cry, what you done That day you will weep Eyes shall mourn Your heart will break And it shall burn In silence of nights Cheeky sunlights You will cry With painful sighs You will think of me In boundless sights One day, the time will come YouContinue reading “That Day”

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 afterContinue reading “Creativity Assassin”

Poetry|Mistaken

Mistaken over a glass of juice, saw drinking behind a glass-door it was one fine afternoon, time for siesta post the sunny noon a peaceful mountain valley lives around the hut, with abundant trees and birds, twittering since the time of dawn. Saw throats moving sip by Sip enjoying the flavour and tongues Swiping theContinue reading “Poetry|Mistaken”

Sequel

I am a lucky one. Now people curious as to why I am calling myself the lucky one may need to read “First Rain” to comprehend the matter. The one who has created me and these clouds – them even carrying so much water, do not come falling down with the weight – made meContinue reading “Sequel”

First Rain

So, monsoon with “mitti ki soondhi khushbu” and accompanying relief from the blazing summer sun is here. At last! Masha’Allah. Today, our day started with rainy clouds and the blessed sound of rain. What a morning! Who else knows, how does it feel to sit under the vast blue sky turned dark with the impendingContinue reading “First Rain”

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 theContinue reading “Tough talk”