How grand it is to wake up when the whole world is still asleep. I wonder why does one even sleep. What, did they climb Mount Everest or pulled a bullock-cart that they feel like a oscitant to gradually fall at their beds. Well that's beyond any human restraint. But, there has to be a... Continue Reading →
Secrets of My Diary: #5. ~Enviousness~
Jealousy is that one stranded word for me which deserves no respect whatsoever. It can be fancied as a compilation of things that you don't really need, but greed. When you are jealous of someone, be it any reason then you are disdaining Allah for not creating you fine or producing you any less or... Continue Reading →
Mizaaj e Ishq: #4. ~Zindagi mein bahot kam…~
Important Note: I wrote this one so randomly and with so much affection that I literally loved it the most of all my Urdu Poetry. I wanted to add this to my collection of Mizaaj e Ishq though I earlier stratified of limiting that section to just a count of three. I just could not... Continue Reading →
Mizaaj e Ishq: #3. ~Nuks to unn mein hote hain…
No English translation this time. Not because I could not do it or I did not have time. But, because this one is special. Incomparable is what I call it. Nuks toh unn mein hote hain_ Jinhein insaani taameer milti haii Mere Rab ke haathon ka noor toh_Uska chehra bataata haii Mera hamnava Mera ishq... Continue Reading →
Mizaaj e Ishq: #2 ~Be’daar tha main…~
I penned this one with great love. And for this I need to mention that- "And sometimes I write about feelings I have never felt." (Unmarried :P) Yeah! This time the English part is good to my essence. Hope you people like it the way I do. Here I come: never undone! 🙂 Be'daar tha main_Par... Continue Reading →
Mizaaj e Ishq: #1. ~Kaash kabhi aesi bhi…~
So, this comes off, not really as a supplement to my Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers. But, not of much dissent rather. Before I get you held in my mysterious stranded words, lemme just get back to what I am intent to do. P.S. : I've worked really hard upon this and the upcoming ones. I hope... Continue Reading →
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 15
So, as you can see, the number 15 is here. It's really saddening for me to end this segment here in. But, I had to do it to safeguard its integrity. Honestly speaking, I'll come up with something similar, yet different. Indeed, I tried my hardest again to end it upon a high note. I... Continue Reading →
Raah e Khuda: #5. ~Ishq…~
I wonder a lot. Not because I am so lame to do other things in life. But, that's what makes me jot down the most of my imaginations on paper. I fantasize this aspect into my Urdu Poetry to a much greater extent. To keep it real, I talk about love. And what is the... Continue Reading →
Raah e Khuda: #4. ~Mere Maula_Aye Maula…~
This one is really very close to my heart. I hope it turns out to be the best of the four. Simple crew of words to adorn my feelings in a simple Ghazal. Yeah, this is what's gradually called - a Ghazal. So, here again I come With a poem to undone My thoughts, my... Continue Reading →
Raah e Khuda: #3. ~Main sajde mein…~
I really fascinate writing these short poetry. It makes me dwell in those imaginations again and again. It makes me think over and over again about the same perpetuation about time. What's more connecting is the flow of the words I try to inhale with the appropriate gestures in them. I try my hardest to... Continue Reading →
Raah e Khuda: #2. ~Tu jagah-jagah ki…~
After the response I got with my first post under this section I have been upon cloud nine; and I'm still there. :p Well! The most difficult job is to be better than how you were yesterday. And this is what I love to do. But, seriously its really very tedious. I wanted to acknowledge... Continue Reading →
Raah e Khuda: #1.~Jab jhukne laga… ~
Firstly, I would like to acknowledge why I'm upbringing this Urdu Poetry section upon my blog. Though I earlier decided that it would be an all English blog. Well! There are so many amongst us who practice Urdu language too. But, that's not the sole reason gradually. Its just that I don't want to make... Continue Reading →
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 13
I was created. You were created. And Allah planned our destiny to be one Long before we were created. -Saiz
Story of a Poet: #31. ~Your name I whisper to purify~
Your name I whisper to purify The name of Muhammad so high The love You owe signifies The success that lies beyond the skies Your goodness I surmount Your blessings I just can't count Your gaze upon me with compassion Your endowments are beyond my comprehension You raised me up when I was down I... Continue Reading →
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 12
My hands are lifeless though, my eyes are still bright. Sway not away from me, until I see the light. -Saiz
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 11
I did not deserve any better; and she did not deserve any less. -Saiz
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 10
Love is just over-rated. What I owe to you is something much greater than that. -Saiz
Secrets of My Diary: #28. You need someone. But, who?
There are people who deserve to be happy. There are people who are sad. There are people who lived and died. Everyone you meet in life is fighting a battle. Everyone has a story. Everyone thinks his/her story is the most prominent of all. Everyone is in fantasy. At times we just want to speak up!... Continue Reading →
Strangely Friends Friendly Strangers @Photext 8
Sometimes my heart cries; and my heartbeats sob. That, you don't know. That you don't know! -Saiz
