Maqsad e Hayaat: #1. ~Jeena Wahan; Marna Yahan~

I had currently been working upon a lot of distinct stuffs from the past one month which are circumscribed by Deen(Islam). This one is just a glimpse of those so called creativity.
A quite different style of writing, but not unique.
I’ll let you say the rest.
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*urdu poetry*


Ye kaha nahi
Wo hua nahi
Main raha nahi
Wo ruka nahi

Ye gila nahi
Ke wo mila nahi
Bas suna wahi
Jo kaha nahi

Hua bhi wahi
Jo socha nahi
Dil mein toh tha
Bass mein nahi

Meri zindagi
Thi aaina
Wo sanwar gaye
Hum bikhar gaye

Ek ishq ki
Talaash thi
Ab aas wo
Baaqi nahi

Ek waasta
Ek raasta
Mere Maqsad_e
Hayaat ka

Zehmat nahi
Mehnat nahi
Kaise mile
Dono jahaan

Jo shakoor hain
Hain ghafoor bhi
Wo be’niyaz hain
Aur kya kahein

Intezaar haii
Unki chaah ka
Unki deed ka
Unke saaz ka

Jab marna yahan
Aur jeena wahan
Toh Marna yahan
Jeena wahan

_Saiz

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#22 "I don't have dreams. I don't have goals. I have purposes. And I live for those." -Saiz And through all these years I've found only three phrases that describe me in the best possible way. #Revolutionary Thinker #Professional Dreamer #Passionate Writer In a simple assay, I call myself Saiz. My aim is to be so great some day that 'Saiz' gets added to the Oxford dictionary and people call each other by saying 'saiz' to honor each other in a mystified way. Was that too much? *winks* Well now you're too sure about the stuffs I am actually going to talk about at my blog. Yes, all about my blog. Because lately, it's the best thing that has happened to me. I am trying very hard to discriminate sarcasm from humor. At my blog you'll find both combined. *please laugh* And let me mention it to you that it's a very rare talent. Something very few bloggers have mastered. I am not one of those. Please. I am the one who taught them. *laugh or not, your choice* Well, on a serious note- I write emotions and feelings because that's what keeps me alive in fact everyone in the cue too. And that's because I am an emotionally logical and a logically emotional person both at the same time. That's a dangerous stage to get stuck in. I bear a soul. And I am meant to make Death feel less severe through my words. As if it's such a serendipity to die is all right here. That being said, I don't let myself down. I say what I have to. I write what I have to. But, more than doing these, I believe in doing what I say and write. And in the end, I have only one thing to say: "It's not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me." "Welcome to my Soul."

Maqsad e Hayaat, Urdu Poetry

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  2. saiz, saiz, saiz (or whatever your real name is).
    Mind blowing words and rhythm.
    The depth of our emotions of the journey of life and eventuality of death depicted in
    such short sweet words.
    You surely do have a talent. Keep writing and inspiring and also reminding.

    “Ek waasta
    Ek raasta
    Mere Maqsad_e
    Hayaat ka”

    If I have a weakness, it’s feeling in awe of people with the skill of sculpting a world with words.
    But as always the wise are those who can change a weakness into a strength. I gather inspiration from word benders 😀
    hint: someone believes she is wise

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    1. Haha..Ahmad Jamal, it is. You can call me Ahmad.
      I am glad you liked it.
      So happy that you grasped what I actually wanted to portray.
      In Sha Allah aap yun hi dua karein…
      Weakness is strength sometimes. Yes, I believe you. Keep gathering.
      Even I believe that you’re wise. 😉

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